not-so-interesting

Secret Garden | Bath, England | March 2010

Wed, 28 Jul 2010 16:23:22 -0700

Secret Garden | Bath, England | March 2010

Mismatch Switches | Berlin, Germany | March 2010

Wed, 28 Jul 2010 16:20:37 -0700

Mismatch Switches | Berlin, Germany | March 2010

Basement Window | Berlin, Germany | March 2010

Wed, 28 Jul 2010 16:19:50 -0700

Basement Window | Berlin, Germany | March 2010

Security Is a Male Fantasy | Berlin, Germany | March 2010

Wed, 28 Jul 2010 16:15:54 -0700

Security Is a Male Fantasy | Berlin, Germany | March 2010

Fotografia | El Escorial, Spain | March 2010

Wed, 28 Jul 2010 16:13:00 -0700

Fotografia | El Escorial, Spain | March 2010

“Laura” | Berlin, Germany | March 2010

Wed, 28 Jul 2010 16:09:00 -0700

“Laura” | Berlin, Germany | March 2010

for the few people who were in "the know"

Tue, 27 Jul 2010 11:16:48 -0700

my previous online journal, “RI.org” is back up. i’ll be updating over there.

need the address? lemme know (leave in the comments of this website).

i can’t say i’ll give it to everyone, but feel free to give it a shot.

Artist: SadeSong: Soldier of LoveAlbum: Soldier of...

Mon, 26 Jul 2010 11:25:00 -0700

Artist: Sade
Song: Soldier of Love
Album: Soldier of Love

I’ve not been a big follower of Sade, but there are a few of her songs I like. I admit, she’ll always be known to be “from my childhood” with songs such as “Smooth Operator” and “No Ordinary Love” I remember listening to as a kid. Sort of like PM Dawn, she has been stuck in my mind as a “90’s” artist, but still with this timeless element to it in that I could still like and listen to these songs even now.

I didn’t realize she came out new album a few months ago. I “found” this on my Adele Pandora station and really, really liked it.

"The longer I procrastinate on returning phone calls and emails, the more guilty I feel about it. The..."

Sun, 11 Jul 2010 10:51:19 -0700

“The longer I procrastinate on returning phone calls and emails, the more guilty I feel about it. The guilt I feel causes me to avoid the issue further, which only leads to more guilt and more procrastination. It gets to the point where I don’t email someone for fear of reminding them that they emailed me and thus giving them a reason to be disappointed in me.”

- Hyperbole and a Half

That is so me.

In need of help

Fri, 09 Jul 2010 16:58:00 -0700

I’ve been coming across a lot of older stuff—awards from elementary and middle school, letters from middle school and high school, old loose-leaf journal entries and poems, stuff from ex-boyfriends, etc.

My question is: What do you guys do with that sort of stuff? Do you throw it away? Do you keep it? Do you bask in the memory and then hoard it away only to resurface until the next move like me (aka stalling)? Does it matter what it is? For instance, do you keep old letters and journals, but throw away awards or ex-boyfriend stuff?

More specifically, what should *I* do with these?

Lesson of the day: Indecision within you sprouts seeds of that same doubt within others.

Mon, 28 Jun 2010 21:21:15 -0700

theipodguru:

though you may come around in the end, there’s no guarantee that they will. and it sucks when that happens. c’est la vie, I suppose.

"To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia—to mistake an ordinary young..."

Fri, 11 Jun 2010 15:51:51 -0700

“To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia—to mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god or an ordinary young woman for a goddess.”

- H.L. Menken

(one of my favorite quotes in high school)

This is how I feel around super bubbly happy-go-lucky people. ...

Wed, 09 Jun 2010 12:16:10 -0700

This is how I feel around super bubbly happy-go-lucky people. (Via)

July 23, 2003 8:04AM

Wed, 21 Apr 2010 00:14:00 -0700

[Excerpt from “Changes”]

I was asking my desk-partner at work, Kim about her husband. She was always talking bad about her husband-how bad he treats her and how unromantic he is. The romance just fizzled out of their relationship. She’s been with him for 5 1/2 years, they have a 4 year old daughter together, and she’s only 20 years old. From what she’s told me about him, he’s a big 25 year old brat who just can’t take care of himself.

I asked her, “Kim, if you don’t mind me asking, and believe me, you don’t have to answer, do you still love your husband?”

As quickly as I got done—or even before the question mark ended my sentence, she replied nonchalantly, “No.”

I asked her why she was staying with him. She said that he’s been given another chance to change. So far he’s done what she’s asked- got a job, went back to school, etc. But she said that he’s still annoying and unromantic. I asked her how many chances is he going to get, and how long was she going to give for him to change his ways. It’s not that I was promoting her to leave her husband. I told her that, even. I told her that I’m promoting her happiness, and it in all honesty doesn’t sound like she’s happy.

I told her from personal experience that being stuck in a relationship longer than you have to isn’t necessary. I think I stuck with [him] as long as I did even after I fell out of “love” with him just because it was something I knew and something I was used to. I think I was scared of change. I was scared to do it.

I feel sometimes that I’m this advocate of breaking up, because in my mind, I also think that […] and her boyfriend need to break up. I think that staying in their relationship is prolonging the inevitable. I just have that general feeling that they are headed that way. It’s something that I know that even time won’t change between them.

It’s not that I’m purposely going around telling people to break up or anything. I just think that there’s this lack of confidence. There’s this insecurity that everything will be all right after it’s done.

Perhaps many people are like me, in that they focus on the ending—the ending of their relationship, instead of the beginning of their life after they are out of it.

Swedish Gripe

Wed, 14 Apr 2010 00:38:37 -0700

The Ikea website is the most user-unfriendly website I can remember ever getting really frustrated at every time I visit it.

"I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at..."

Sun, 28 Feb 2010 21:55:42 -0800

“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”

- Marilyn Monroe

Happy birthday, Johnny

Fri, 26 Feb 2010 13:35:26 -0800

Happy birthday, Johnny

Photo

Sat, 30 Jan 2010 12:58:33 -0800

"The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt."

Tue, 19 Jan 2010 21:41:46 -0800

“The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt.”

- Bertrand Russell (Via Arni)

today i can write the saddest lines (pablo neruda)

Wed, 13 Jan 2010 02:12:31 -0800

vivalavieboheme:

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

One of my favorite poems of all time. Even better in Spanish.