still

Mike and I spent a little time at Proof Bakery in Atwater Village this afternoon, catching the low winter light over an amazing latte.

it’s just so loud out there

I went to the beach for an hour this morning. The sun had been up for a few hours, but had yet to burn through the morning fog, leaving a blanket of clouds over the runners speckling the beach.

The world seems loud lately.  Loud with the activities I throw into it. Loud with decisions. Loud with pain. Loud with my own voice. It’s just so loud out there.

And normally I try to drown out all the noise with even more noise. Girl Talk on my headphones, Colbert on my laptop, NPR always playing in the background. But it just adds to the noise.

The steady rhythmic crash of the waves and roar of the wind is one of the only sounds that actually drowns out the other noise. It’s like breathing during yoga. It may be loud, but it’s a grounding noise. Not distracting, but attaching me to the ground.

the graduate

Mr. Braddock: Ben, what are you doing?
Benjamin: Well, I would say that I’m just drifting. Here in the pool.
Mr. Braddock: Why?
Benjamin: Well, it’s very comfortable just to drift here.
Mr. Braddock: Have you thought about graduate school?
Benjamin: No.
Mr. Braddock: Would you mind telling me then what those four years of college were for? What was the point of all that hard work?
Benjamin: You got me.

pause

purple sequin dress

There is something about getting dressed up in clothes far to scandalous to wear except after ten on Saturday night and joining a sea of humanity out on the dance floor. There is a unity found in the joy and liberation of moving together to hyper house beats.

Rose Bowl Parade

intelligentsia with a friend

farm country

Ask the questions that have no answers. Invest in the millennium. – Wendell Berry

colors in the city

this morning

Is grace still grace when it is expected? Isn’t believing something should come to you the very antithesis of grace?