Nearly every summer since our core group's diaspora, I've made a trip to the Bay for a sort of mini-reunion. It is odd to see it change, not only in the people who move through and come back but also how I've come to view San Francisco, from a place of excited vacationeering to the siren of my heart's unrequited secret home. This particular trip ( Read more... )

"I think of the postmodern attitude as that of a man who loves a very cultivated woman and knows that he cannot say to her, `I love you madly', because he knows that she knows (and that she knows that he knows) that these words have already been written by Barbara Cartland. Still, there is a solution. He can say, `As Barbara Cartland would put it, ( Read more... )

the previous experience was at Burning Man 2008, and before that was almost a whole year's barrenness save some random (also study abroad) angeleno who found me through tribe and threw an impromptu spinning/birthday bash at his kollegium. I invited a beautiful gay man named Cage from our DIS program to come with--somehow talking about his tribal ( Read more... )

she had an assignment from her Bible class to discuss one concept per week with a few persons outside of her church, and the approach she took of showing me an obscure interpretation supported by the text, granted not to be entirely easy to follow over the potholes, made for mind-flexing conversation. She spoke of how with each era prophesied of ( Read more... )

out of nowhere my mom brings out a pot full of tangyuan (glutinous rice balls). She asks me how many I want; I ask what's inside ( Read more... )

(tomorrow) The gregorian calendar kind of passed me by, but I'm closer to settling into my thoughts for this ritual cleansing day, and I've come to some resolutions ( Read more... )

I've been feeling mighty indignant lately, people, work, how people I know and respect aren't being treated well at work.

Today I had a very concentrated case of, ( This Is HOW It's Going To BE! )

from Angela's Ashes ( Read more... )

I'm finally nearing the end of my (physical) journal, and each time I switch to a new one it's been synonymous to some hefty changes. God knows I need it, and it damned well be good ( Read more... )

I've been struggling with the idea of settling anywhere because it seems so implausable right now, to be received into a feeling of home, but I have an assignment to apply for an editorial production internship: present something about LA, and find at least 5 photos to exercise proper credits. writing is one of those things I can't fake. hell I can ( Read more... )