I don’t know if this is just the South talking (and the sweat-soaked shirts, pants and underwear) but I’m trying to slow down some of my ambitions. There are so many really talented and driven people in Los Angeles that I tend to get swept up in it, but I lose focus of more important qualities of life. Not to say that ambition and quality of life are mutually exclusive, but I have some difficulties making the distinction sometimes.
Some choices that are clearly the right choice professionally and career-wise, but others that are more clearly the right one.
There’s something to be said for slowing down before getting caught up in the world.
hi!
i’m in the middle of texas! my brother is looking at me as my type. you are talking while i’m typing. i’m not typing nonsense. i’m quite good a ttypiing, not nonsense. really
oh. he’s done now. okay! bye!
A talk by Merlin Mann of 43folders.com
This is really good.
Makemakemake.
Something that the talk brings up strikes me as quite useful… Making stuff with what you’ve got.
Make the kind of stuff that makes you feel alive.
What can I say?
I’ve been home a week now. My guitar’s felt some lovin’, a crumb crust peach pie got baked, found new uses for Spanish and I got a pretty rad sunburn on a long run to the lake (water felt gr-r-r-reat).
The stars are out, there’s a cool breeze placating the mosquitoes and Things are Good.
I have a 5-page script entering its second draft for next fall’s Campus Movie Fest. The concept is pretty funny, the structure is close to being set, and the rest of it is just solidifying the characters and punching up the jokes (which I may ask for help with!).
Warming back up on the guitar as well! I found my capo, so I’m able to play some old favorites.
The summer’s a beautiful thing, really. Beautiful thing.
Shut eye just shuts away opportunities for some of the finest pleasures. Today I slept about three hours total and it was trés magnifique.
Now I’m going to let iMac Jack serenade me with Iron & Wine as I drift to sleep, dreaming of petite rabbits, 10k road races and silly kidnappings.
[and happy anniversary to my parents!]
And that’s the last of the things from the car. Bags are inside but untampered. Laptop and toiletry kit were the two items I bothered finding, and as soon as I finish using one I will start with the other.
Drive went fine. Lots of time to look back on a great night, which was the culmination of a great year. I’m glad to know the people I know because they are such good people. I look forward to meeting more people, but I wouldn’t be upset if I was friends with these people that I know now for a long time!
So this is summer. Frogs making frog noises outside my window, starlit sky, and blogging.
Oh!
As I waited in the medical center earlier today to get my yellow fever vaccination (haha kia haha), I wrote out a list of some of the stuff I’m going to do in the next few weeks, and it’s a pretty exciting mix of running, baking and creating.
I also need to work on my base tan.
I just talked to a petit chou of mine, and barring any unforeseen reality, I have some amazing post-college plans.
Cannot wait.
hoooly crap.
The iPod that guided me through my first road trip, my internship commute and the last stages of adolescence died today.
Thursday’s drive home will be scored by Modest Mouse, the one band whose CDs I actually have.
…which makes the drive the same as it would’ve been with an iPod.
An artist is somebody who produces things that people don’t need to have but he - for some reason - thinks it would be a good idea to give them.
