01/31/2010 § 1 Comment
chanced upon the housing works thrift shop‘s crazy red tag sale last weekend, and while sharing mirrors trying on fur coats, made friends with a teeny tiny older lady who i swear looked like the live reincarnation of maude (of the 1971 “harold and maude” classic, props if you’ve seen it).
was so tickled by the twinkle in her eye and her uncanny maude-like energy we ended up spending the afternoon together. she was so cute, i won’t forget her for a good long time. together we decided i should take the fake fur-collared long coat (pictured above), the very first item i had tried on that day and the one item in the store without a red tag.
funny that i came out of the store looking not unlike harold. another reason why it’s clear to me the two of us were meant to meet that golden new york afternoon.
maude: i should like to change into a sunflower most of all. they’re so tall and simple. what flower would you like to be?
harold: i don’t know. one of these, maybe.
maude: why do you say that?
harold: because they’re all alike.
maude: oooh, but they’re *not*. look. see, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have lost some petals. all *kinds* of observable differences. you see, harold, i feel that much of the world’s sorrow comes from people who are *this* [she points to a daisy],yet allow themselves be treated as *that*. [she gestures to a field of daisies]
HAROLD & MAUDE (1971)
01/30/2010 § 5 Comments
01/27/2010 § 2 Comments
(balboa island, ca)
i know one guy with a detailed life plan and now, after tonight, another guy with a life’s mission. how interesting it would be to be so absolutely sure of what one wants to accomplish or fight for, for the rest of one’s days. it undoubtedly leads to a more focused approach to each day, which is a good thing, right ?
but for some reason, i’m okay letting my own “plan” evolve at its own pace for the time being. there are those days it frustrates me that i’m getting older — a friend helped me discover that i am very keen on accomplishing things at a “young” age and am thus very observant of the age range around me — and that time has been passing infinitely more quickly in recent years, but i am trying very much to enjoy the process by staying curious, aware, and open to the adventures i stumble upon.
looking down on where i’ve been and where i may be going, i can almost make out the outline of a small river, steadily tracing a path towards a singular destination. a slight curve here, a few jutting rocks there, it travels and adjusts itself as needed, though not without the occasional detour into lovely, sometimes secret coves hidden under weeping willows.
01/23/2010 § 2 Comments
i always had a strange affinity for the number 23. i see it everywhere. it follows me around like a playful child, smiling up at me, tugging at my pant leg, undoing my laces. some days it makes my heart leap, some days it makes me sad, and some days it makes me wonder silly things.
today is the 23rd of january. this day, every year, makes me feel all of those things at once.
i will tuck these feelings into my heart, and be grateful for what i have, for what i had, and for what awaits me.
01/23/2010 § Leave a comment
“To all the people watching, I can never thank you enough for your kindness to me and I’ll think about it for the rest of my life. All I ask of you is one thing: please don’t be cynical. I hate cynicism — it’s my least favorite quality and it doesn’t lead anywhere. Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you’re kind, amazing things will happen.”
i believe that.
thank you for the memories thus far, conan. i’ve loved your take on life for as long as i could remember, and, with those last beautiful words on “the tonight show”, impossibly more so now. you are an unbelievable human being, and i look forward to more kindness, less cynicism in this world through your infectious spirit.
by example, you remind me to be gracious, to be kind and always grateful. to indulge in silliness often and, at the core of it all, to simply have fun.
“…and that’s what we’re going to do.”:)
01/22/2010 § Leave a comment
01/20/2010 § 1 Comment
as penned by my dear friend kony (the above, and the below):
“I believe that when life simply passes without being recorded, without being probed and prodded through narrative filters, much of life’s value dissipates. Since I believe this, and since I believe the inverse — that writing about life both captures and enhances its meaning — I will act accordingly.
The challenge stands. It calls for the attention of a writer, the purpose of a storyteller, the insight and discipline of a reflective and responsible human being. These are qualities and roles into which I aspire to grow. So here ends the literary drought.”
her words, before we met and perhaps even more so thereafter, challenge me time and time again. i appreciate that so much in a friend, and am one lucky girl to be able to call her one. soon, she will return to new york after a too-brief stay and i eagerly anticipate k&k time:)
in the meantime, i will attempt, in her words, “to recapture the rapture”. if anything, it just sounds like a fiercely beautiful thing. and indeed, it is nothing less.