holaaaaaa


Here I am, sitting in the dining room of a small Spanish grandmother, looking at a silver plaque of "La Ultima Cena de Jesus" (The Last Supper) whilst a cool breeze blows across my shoulders. It's bright out -- surprisingly less humid than the past four days -- and I can hear the neighbors chatting... Continue Reading →

Webs


Three spiders have made their homes outside my apartment windows. Sometimes, I watch them spin their webs in the dark, orange streetlights barely illuminating the fibers. Usually they're sheltered from the rainy Oregon weather but every so often, when it rains sideways, huge holes appear in the meticulously symmetrical designs. I'm always so amazed at the... Continue Reading →

Remember?


Remember when I used to blog? Yeah, I barely remember either.... I'm watching Julie & Julia, the movie that started this whole blog off in the first place. I figured if Julie Powell could utilize her writing and cooking skills through a blog, that maybe I could try my hand at it too. At first, I wrote... Continue Reading →

cherry pop


Its my day off, so I'm laying on a blanket in the park reading a book and watching people play with their dogs. There's a little breeze, the kind that barely glides across your skin, the kind that feels so soft it's like a little kiss hello. My feet sit in the sun, the rest... Continue Reading →

Happiness at the Hands of a Band


I saw a Neutral Milk Hotel concert recently and ran into a friend of a friend who had been a fan of the band since 1999. She'd waited 16 years to see them in concert, and was so excited (and incredibly intoxicated) to finally be there. She said, and I'm quoting here: "I cried all... Continue Reading →

I Have Arrived


Everyone in this city is the friendliest person I've ever met. They're all so happy, and each person is nicer than the next, and I don't understand. I'm almost always in a good mood, at least around strangers, but I'd thought I was in the minority on that front. But nooooo, everyone here is so... Continue Reading →

I Live in Mist


What is it about weather that inspires us to write? More specifically, why are we always moved by rain? I suppose rain symbolizes new beginnings as it cleans the streets and helps the crops and flowers grow. I think there's something more, some other reason that we like to write poems and songs and entire... Continue Reading →

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