- Reflexive Reflection I have ascertained that when I am not actively engaging in reflection, I get angsty. The angst grows in proportion to the time I do not afford myself to reflect. A real creeper. It appears in the depth of tension in my back muscles. Notably, I’ve found the same to be true when it has been […]
- Continuare “C’era una volta…” I began, to answer the question of Michele, our Roman professor for this semester. I gathered to myself that if I started out with a pithy English idiom in Italian (“Once upon a time…”), I could fool everyone into thinking that I have a lot more comprehension than is true. A few days […]
- Diving into 31 Days of Raw Olá, July! The month of World Cup finals, ‘merica Fireworks, and a wild reset for me. This marks Day 001 whenceforth I am diving into a month-long Raw Food Boot-camp with some dear friends. YIKES. WHAT. HELP. OK. The focus is on re-setting the body, soul, and spirit toward wholeness. My superstar roommate, Jodi, is […]
- Note to Self #001: Read: Italian for the Music / English for the Sense “I have in my translations tried to bring over the qualities of Guido’s rhythm, not line for line, but to embody in the whole of my English some trace of that power which implies the man. The science of the music of words and the knowledge of their magical powers has fallen away…That there might […]
- Moving In I need to turn over the proverbial leaf with a new home. I need a new house. I need a new address. That’s why I went and moved into this new space today. I’d started blogging in 2006, just as I was leaving Portugal. I started on the old school hipster Blogger.com. I mostly began because […]
- Some Things Never Get Old; Travel Music, File Under Some things just never get old. Also, I wish these people were my friends. (The dancing ones and the singing ones.) [Mates of State image thanks to Santos]
- Things to do on your Birthday I had a birthday this week. I did some fun things. I like life. 1. Order 55 fish tacos for you and some friends. 2. Wave at a clown on 6th street. 3. Drive with all the windows down to the coffee shop. 4. Watch “Monty Python and the Holy Grail” projected on your living […]
- 9/ I Remember Never Riding the Bus Maybe I missed out on some key part of childhood, but I remember always having a ride to school. Thanks, Mom. (Lomo by Daniel Y. Go)
- 5/ I Remember Taking off the Training Wheels I remember learning to ride a bike by preparing to fall and not get hurt too badly. The longsleeves and thick jeans, the accidental reflex of holding my breath as I began to fall; it was all so bracing and normal. Daddy had to walk away and leave me alone. I had to ride in […]
- Raining / Pouring / An Old Man Somewhere is Snoring Whilst trying to be a full-time grad student (RE: Theology), I am also attempting to be a small-business entrepreneur (RE: Copywriting/Editing). In my off-mornings I am a barista. And to cool-down in the afternoons I play dodgeball and tutor middle school students at a local non-profit. I’ve had an uncanny amount of work with the […]
- I Remembering Discovering a Band, All By Myself My early twenties were important self-actualization years, as it goes. I remember the day when I discovered Mates of State all by myself, without any help from my very-well-informed-hipster-before-we-called-them-hipster friends. It was a very important, magical moment for me. The year was 2002, my graduation year. I discovered Mates of State’s first song Hoarding it […]
- I Remember When Ketchup Made Me Feel Safe I remember putting ketchup on every unfamiliar taste on my plate. It was a vague way of controlling my environment, I suppose. (photo by lamazone)