Look, I'm wearing jeans. I remember why I don't wear them much. Movement becomes
limited and they've got so much control over my day's food portions. This will be a
rare sighting indeed; hence, the documentation.
20140827
20140823
Update: Ficus Elastica
I've grown an unusual interest in green plants the past month.
Spotting some of the ones I'm more familiar with when I'm
out and about is exciting. Yes, plants are exciting.
Sad to say, I've had no success finding my own Rubber Tree plant.
It's harder to find them than I had initially thought. There's the red
and brown mixed version readily available, but that's not
the kind I want. The search continues...
It's okay, with all this searching, I'll be that much more loving
to my plant when I find it.
20140818
The Piña Colada Song
This song will never be the same. I've heard this song many times throughout my life,
thinking it was just a song about gathering people who like piña coladas to come
hang out at some beach to drink piña coladas together. Completely wrong, I was.
If you listen to the lyrics from beginning to end, there's a really cute story being told.
Such a light-hearted and silly story, I can't believe I didn't know this earlier. I heard
this song too many times, I was so sure it was just about people who really liked
piña coladas. I am feeling quite amused today all because I decided to actually listen
to the lyrics of some song I thought I knew. This all went down on my way to work
in traffic. I was zoning out to this song and after taking a moment to register what
I had just heard, I felt incredibly stupefied.
Not a bad Monday at all.
20140817
20140816
Groot
Guardians of the Galaxy was so good. Surprisingly funny, solid characters, and a
superb soundtrack — definitely lived up to all the great reviews I've been hearing.
This one memorable scene had me in tears. Groot was extending himself, creating
a protective shield like ball out of his own body. This act of sacrifice was so
touching to me, I could have been sobbing in the theatre had I been alone. I have
been unusually emotional lately, it's weird. Is it because I'm getting older?
Am I finally letting my cold, emotionless, aloof self go? Why am I becoming more
sensitive? What is going on. This past Monday I came across a photo of
these elephants:
I saw this pop up on my Pinterest feed at work while mindlessly pinning wedding
related photos as I should be, and just paused and stared at this for a good minute.
I then began thinking what magnificent creatures elephants are — how emotionally
mature they grow with a memory so impressive they continue to fascinate the world.
I sat at my desk struggling with my emotions, to cry or not to cry. The answer was
clear. Imagine passing by a crying girl sitting in front of her monitor with an
enlarged photo of elephants on Pinterest — mm, no.
A feeling of guilt came over me during the movie when I thought about the chaos
and pain in Iraq. Can I really be enjoying watching this movie right now?
Something felt wrong about that. Sigh...
20140811
Brown, deep green, and coral
Something about brown paper placed with luscious
deep green, and a pop of coral (or any other pop of color)...
20140810
20140808
20140804
Just another observation
Ever so often, my sister and I will miss hanging out. Then when we do hang out, we remember
why we don't hang out. She thinks I'm difficult to be around. That's because I am her sister.
Cheeeeese
20140803
Redondo Beach
This was literally walking down memory lane. That aisle in the last photo above was where all
the old men would stand fishing. It used to be much more crowded when I went as a kid.
There would be buckets upon buckets containing the fish they had caught. I would look into
every bucket to see how many fish were caught and what the fish looked like, always feeling
sorry for them, especially the ones that were in buckets with zero water, in the meanwhile waiting
to be seated for dinner. Crabs. We'd always go for crabs, crabs that were alive minutes before
we'd pound them open with wooden gavels. Oh the circle of life.
Nothing has changed here. I love it.
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