Sunday, February 26, 2017

All I Know

“All I know, lying in this bed or not lying here,
 is that this is the life that was given to me.
The life that throbs along through any and all of my moments: this is it!
 If ever I wonder what my life was meant to look like, I have only to look around me.
 This, whatever I am doing or not doing, is what it is.
 This, right here, is as good as it gets! Your "one wild and precious life," as Mary Oliver says.
 And when you follow its movement, without trying to direct it with preconceived plans for the future, your life will lead you where you need to go.
 When you trust it, your body, rather than your mind,
 will walk you through the life you are meant to be living, whatever it may be.” 

Monday, February 20, 2017


Sunday, February 19, 2017

Enumerated Week

1 sunset hike
2 concerts
3 art exhibits
1 neighborhood stroll
3 vermicelli noddle bowls
1 bottle of burgundy
5 rain storms
1 little fire

Saturday, February 18, 2017


Friday, February 17, 2017

Stormy Long Weekend

Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.

Roger Miller

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Grand Show

“This grand show is eternal.
It is always sunrise somewhere;
the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling;
vapor is ever rising.
Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming,
on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.”

John Muir

Friday, February 10, 2017

Beck at The Palladium

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Parker Day

One street over from skid row,
where strewn tents created a makeshift neighborhood,
throngs of millennials spilled from a warehouse gallery
onto the sidewalk of a desolate block in downtown LA.
We made our way through the crowd, and encountered sensory overload 
from the brightly lit display room, and booming base from the DJ's speakers.

One hundred saturated, portraits, shot on film,
 from local photographer Parker Day lined the walls.
Subjects drenched in glitter, neon hues,
and sporting campy accessories belied the artist's narrative.
"There’s a darkness and a gentle undercurrent of rage that permeates my work. I’m interested in the idea that despite having the power to shape our own realities, we often feel beset by our circumstances."

Subjects, dressed in portrait attire, mingled with the crowd,
making the artwork come to life.
According to Day,"this series is about exploring 
the boundary between an individual's real and invented personas." 
The night had that feeling, as well.
The line between what was real and what was projected 
was crossed
 as confessional conversations bridged the distance between unknown and known.