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| I'm back |
| 08.22.04 (5:23 pm) [edit] |
It's been a while, I know. I'm not going to explain where I've been or what I've been feeling because nothing is ever the same as when I first experienced it. This is all sounding very vague and criptic--i'm sorry.
Sylvia Plath put it the best way:
"Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you overdramatize it or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to."
So i'm sorry for the loss of words and everything else that goes along with them. Until next time...
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| Northern Lights... |
| 08.17.04 (9:52 am) [edit] |
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cafe is my luscious settling ground at the moment. i'm home and this coffee place makes home even more homier. so far i haven't found anyplace in philly like this, and Starbucks and Cosi don't even come close. If you check out ken's blog, i'm going to echo what he said--about places holding memories and pieces of magic whereever you go. This is one of them--it holds the good and bad, the surprises and the disappointments, the chance meetings and the despised ones. But no matter what, there's a comfort here like riding down a country road in autumn with the windows down, cool air caressing your face and hair, warm sun heating your sweater. It's before the bulk of winter, before the fa lalala la's, and even if no one's around, I hear the world.
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| You |
| 08.14.04 (6:44 am) [edit] |
I'm sick of talking about me--let me know what's going on with you. E-mail, t-mail, post...whatever works. It can be the most random thought.
much love and oodles of hugs, *t
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| Crispified |
| 08.13.04 (9:50 am) [edit] |
Yesterday I got back from my two day venture to Atlantic City. On the plus side, me not being a big gambler and all, I won $40. Yay! Had a blast, and FINALLY got to see the ocean and enjoy beachside and boardwalk extraveganzas with one of my close friends from home. On the oh-so-not-good-side, I got burned again. So right now, I'm not feeling too hot...or I should say, I'm feeling EXTREMELY hot and hurt. It's no comparison to when I got burnt in Punta Cana, but point blank--it still sucks. And people wonder why I don't go to the beach very often.
So now I'm going to enjoy my schedule-free Friday with my companion--my umberella.
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| IMAX |
| 08.08.04 (7:28 am) [edit] |
Last night I decided to venture to IMAX for the first time in the city. The last and only time I went to one of these movies was when I was prob. about 10-ish and up north visiting family. So I never quite remembered how overwhelming this movie experience could be...until last night.
(For those of you who don't know about IMAX, it's this huge domed movie screen and a cinematography PALACE in my humble opinion. Picture if you will, every flying or amusement park experience you've ever had--now in IMAX, as you sit still in your seat, the same exciting surge jolts through your body.)
I saw "Forces of Nature", a National Geographic film, which explained about our world's natural distructors (volcanos, tornados, & earthquakes) and what scientists are doing today in order to warn people earlier and save lives. But before the movie started, there was a preview to promote our city with a boppin' accapella soundtrack emphasizing "freedom" and "home". It exhibited home not only "where the heart is" but also where the family is. Showing multicultural families and kids in glowing light. It made me question what I was doing there in that huge theater by myself. To my left was a six-year-old boy with his mom and sister. In front of me was a group of friends. After the movie, after seeing how these forces of nature can literally leave people "homeless", the only sense of home is their surviving family. And even though I thought, "God if something happens here, there's noone.", I also thought, "No, there's EVERY one." All of the procedes from the film are going to help families who've lost their homes from natural destructions, so in the much larger picture we all play a part in the safety and security of what we call "home".
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| Sugar and spice... |
| 08.07.04 (7:19 am) [edit] |
...and everything nice. In attempts to see the world in an oh-so-good light, I'm taking *maganda.org* Christine Castro's advice. A "good things" list:
1.Border's honey, vanilla soul soothing chai. 2.watching "Out of Africa" after a long bus ride
3.the smell of fall
4.live music
5.Italy: elaborate stories, pictures, sounds, laughter, and tiny presents that capture its essence and family love.
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| Canned |
| 08.06.04 (8:45 am) [edit] |
Just when you think things are going/will be going really good...(insert remark). Let's go down the list:
*My two-day trip to AC minus one person now
*My trip to Canada canned
*My lack of job responses
*A family-friend in Canada dropped dead of a heartattack...the same family-friends I made my first roadtrip with to Canada...and I can't help feeling oh so "ugh".
...disappointment burning.
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| No place like home |
| 08.05.04 (7:28 am) [edit] |
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I've learned that my computer was infected with over 120,000 viruses, worms, bugs, and every other dispicable thing you can imagine. I know, that's reassuring isn't it.
I don't quite know what to say today--I'm home where I grew up--there's a lot in limbo right now, but whenever I come back here, the city edge and anxiety I feel just disappears. Like just here it's okay to say, "Breathe!" and I actually listen to myself. Like just here, most of my life is written already, and it makes the unwritten parts seem a little more liveable...at least just for right now.
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| What a Trip |
| 08.01.04 (7:05 am) [edit] |
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So without giving anything away--The Village--go see it. It's a wonderful piece of thrilling cinematography by M. Night Shamalyan. (What an awsome name, eh?) Can you believe it's August already? I thought I'd change the look of my tblog. Variety, afterall, IS the spice of life...and cinnamon. As the summer's vearing towards an end, there's a lot left to accomplish, discover, become. No longer does life stop and school begin. This is my life.
Anyone who's talked with me knows that the whole job situation is a touchy subject, like dousing a wound with alcohol. I have great faith that good things are ahead. Right now I'm just trying to block the noise and focus on my own directions to get to my destination. It's tough when some people expect you right out of college to jump from point A (A+student) straight to point G (glorious success) without realizing that you have to hit points B-C-D-E-F along the way. Point C's my pitstop at the moment.
Check out this sight for a greater parallel between life and the road: [Road Trip Nation]http://www.roadtripnation.com...]
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