Sunday, April 27, 2014

Missing Napa

It's already been nine months, sunny San Francisco. Time keeps flying..

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Machu Picchu, much?

In July, I visited Peru, Inca trekking up to the world wonder. Through rain, sunshine, cold and heights. Through Dead Woman's Pass, up to the Sun Gate and down to Machu Picchu itself. Surviving through showerless days and nights, high altitudes and stomach bugs. Glorious.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Hello again

It's been awhile.

So long that I'd almost forgotten how to write. Today I took some time to revisit my old posts, reading over some cringe-worthy moments in my life as well as some great ones. Past thoughts, ponderings, and even photographs. This blog is almost beginning to feel like a past life. When did I stop taking photographs? Or for that matter, when did I cease creating?

You could say that I've been sitting around ripening like an old cheese, or that like wine, I'm only getting better with age. But that's a lie. In all honesty, I've just been lazy. So it may be late, but it's time to come down hard on some two thousand and thirteen resolutions. Because of course, putting them in writing makes them official.

Let's see. First and foremost, to stop sulking or hiding or whatever it is you're doing, and go out to be as awesome as you want to be. I like to believe that our lives, for the most part anyway, are what we let them be. So if I'm unhappy with my own life then I'm to blame, and it's time for me take responsibility for that.

So here comes the word vomit. There's learn a new language and start reading literature again, for I've wanted to finish Victor Hugo's Les Miserables in it's unabridged entirety since I went ahead and watched the movie without reading the book, which is the first time I've ever done that with a piece of literature and while we're at it, I'll plan to re-read Cloud Atlas which has been my favorite book these past two years; I've also started Nabokov's Pnin which was recommended by a friend and as an aside, that reminds me that I need to vet all books I read from now on because I seem to have lost my touch in selecting books that I will love - case in point, the last book that I spent money on in a bookstore was a total waste of my time, I didn't even get past page fifty. Then, there's continue making art or at least doodling and drawing; I used to take my sketchbook out everywhere with me and now it's lying forlorn in the corner of my living room where all my un-shelved books are while my art supplies such as paint and pencils and more are just somewhere in a box unpacked although I've been "moved in" to my current apartment for more than six months and clearly have had the time to unpack and decide to embark and start on all the artsy side projects that are living inside of my head like the one where I was going to create drawings of all my family members and give them to each the next time I went back to Hong Kong...

This could go on for awhile. I'm going to bite my tongue and keep it there for now, and check back in oh, I don't know 3 months to see where I am. According to The Power of Habit, if I find a way to change my keystone habit, all other things should follow - and I suspect that my keystone habit is simply procrastination.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

For lovers only.

I've decided that I want to live in black-and-white. Sort of, anyway. Everytime I watch a black-and-white movie, I want to be in it. Michael Polish's For Lovers Only is no exception. The film is one long, beautiful poem about former lovers serendipitously meeting one another and spending stolen time away from their spouses.
Let us go then, you and I.
When the evening is spread out against the sky...
In T.S. Eliot style. 

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Philly, the city of love.

It's been awhile, since I've been around here. Life catches on fast, and you just get busy. I've forgotten to do some of the things that I used to make habits, like fill up my sketchbook or take photographs or write. I suppose the first step is to start doing. There's a strange solitude in taking time to pursue personal goals.

This is from my weekend trip to Philly last month. It was a whirlwind of beautiful weather, museums, BYOB restaurants, fresh scones at brunch, strange curio shops, and just walking around with friends. I came back with Asher's chocolate covered potato-chips (such an interesting pairing) and two old school records, Igor Stravinsky conducting The Rite of Spring, and Basil Rathborne narrating Sherlock Holmes The Silver Blaze. Nostalgia buys always get me, even though I don't own a record-player.
Byebye, Philly. 'Til next time.
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