Category Archives: Beautiful Things
133 – oh, yes!
More entries that aren’t written well but mean well. My day ends with a big, big moon and a fistful of blueberries. It is the clasp at the end of eight hours of music and art and photo-taking and wandering … Continue reading
Filed under Beautiful Things, Stream of Consciousness
128 – I should not listen to bands from Denver again.
At least not on days like this.
Filed under Beautiful Things, Lists, Song References
124 – i keep some good secrets
In middle school I’d wait by the big tree in front of the mobiles at the end of the day, sitting on the electrical box (which we were not supposed to do) and waiting for my ride home. Once I … Continue reading
120 – you walked the deserts in leather boots, you wrote long letters to a woman in different states
Today I participated in an experiment with myself. Sprung from an idea told to me by a nun told to her by a priest and inspired by oranges, I decided to eat lunch today. And just eat lunch. Normally when … Continue reading
Filed under Adventures, Beautiful Things, Oranges, Pensive, Straight Documenting
115 – because you can’t just do it whenever you want to; you have to wait
I love walking to class. I love constantly smiling at people and being waved at and called out to. It is what I needed out of this new year and what makes me feel humming again. Things are a little … Continue reading
105 – For this, I am thankful.
Knives for Cocoa A man with whom I’ll be traveling and I, we were cooking on a Sunday for a fundraiser for that trip. The two of us sautéed onions and tossed sauce and rolled tortillas in his apartment. This … Continue reading
Filed under Beautiful Things, Justice, Paper Journal
096 – We’re Going to Disneyland
200907031834 Two years old must be the perfect age to be happy about something. Because it’s happiness for the moment. And it affects you, even if you don’t remember it, even if there’s no self-centered motivation to express that to … Continue reading
Filed under Beautiful Things, Paper Journal, Short
054 – A lady appreciates a gentleman
Recently I looked straight into the eyes of a near-stranger and thought to myself, “I could see you being a father.” After that experience, I randomly ended up next to him at a large dinner, but we exchanged more condiments … Continue reading
Filed under Beautiful Things, More Art Than Experience, Relationships, Short
051 – “I feel like I learned something about life tonight. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something there.”
quote from Hannah, one of the student leaders on the service immersion I’m going on in the spring Last night, a few of us going on that trip (plus some past immersion participants, plus others) made a visit to the … Continue reading
Filed under Beautiful Things, Spirituality, Swinomish Reservation
043 – Bass Song
I didn’t realize how much I missed playing music. The minute Mom pointed out my bass to me, I reached to unlatch it from its stand and fit it on my lap. Aro, whom I had not even touched all … Continue reading
Filed under Beautiful Things, Music, Symbol
040 – Sonic
This song is so perfect that it numbs me. I think it’s affecting my heart rate. I think I can close my eyes and completely move myself. I think I’m going to melt. And literally, it is bringing tears to … Continue reading
Filed under Adventures, Beautiful Things, Music
023 – I love watching my heartbeat.
(Real college entry forthcoming.)
Filed under Beautiful Things, Short
016 – My Trip To The Asian Supermarket
written 2008, March 22, Saturday I would like to drink more loose leaf tea. Late in this morning was another trip to the Asian supermarket. This is by no means anything monumental, because I am Asian, and as politically incorrect … Continue reading
Filed under Adventures, Beautiful Things, Hopes and Dreams, Paper Journal
010 – Thank you for changing my vision.
(Lizeth in the middle, Diego, Florentio in back I think, and Luis?) More photos to come.
009 – The Basilica
I never wrote about the Basilica in detail. I wrote a few sentences, which comprise the first section, but that’s really kind of it. It’s a lot to digest, you know? And I didn’t even remember what day we went. … Continue reading
