| dreams of airplanes |  |
so i had this strange thought at lunch, about flying and airplanes. and then it occurred to me that it was a perfect excuse to ride mon vélo, so off to willard i went. and the weather couldn't have been more perfect, though the headwinds on the way home were a little much. it's just about the perfect 20 mile lunch ride, and i'll see if i can find a way onto the tarmac next time.
| 3 AM | |
1am passed me by and then 2am and now it's 3am and not a soul on msn or skype. so itunes be my friend.
deep into the night, i needed something to shake me loose from this slump. and i knew the exact song that's just perfect for the occasion. it's already started streaming into my head before i could hit the play button.
fairytale it is. sara never fails to comfort me on these dark and tumultuous days.
and for the rest of the night, i think i am going to need some soul. credence clearwater, david ryan harris, amos lee, ben harper, bill withers, dean fields and aloe blacc immediately comes to mind. i think i've pretty much got it covered.
maybe i'll finish it all off with some tristan prettyman and jason mraz, just for a taste of all that jazz - the conversation between two people who truly understand each other.
i'm tired of trying to fit in.
+listening to: fairytale by sara bareilles
| it's been a while | |
no matter how shit the days are, or how screwed up things are looking, catching up with ruggers and talking rugby always brings a smile to my face.
rugby runs deep in my veins, even though it's been so long that i've forgotton what it's like to run onto the paddock and toss a few around, feel the blood rush to the head and the lightness in the feet.
kia kaha
+listening to: nothing
| medicine for melancholy | |
feeling a little down on this particular sunday afternoon, for no particular reason.
maybe it's because of the chaos that is brewing in the pacific, hope all the lost souls find their way...
the images of people dancing in a ball room is still fresh on my mind. i don't know why. i just remember staring blankly at all the faces.
i wanted to say something. but the scene in my head is an absolute mess. and some things are better left unsaid. there is nothing to do except move on.
+listening to: guest check by tristan prettyman
| doh | |
while finishing a research report, i had a sudden realization: a lot of stuff i'm doing over the semester and am going to be doing over the summer seems to be either talking about the same things or are related to very similar topics.
whether consciously or subconsciously, i seem to be thinking about the same subject and it's like everything is coming together and letting me see the big picture in a strange and calming way. hope this thing can lead me somewhere. fingers crossed.
+listening to: nothing
| courage | |
when the lights die down and the music gets more soothing, i start seeing things in a different light. sometimes courage is not about grand gestures or heroic acts, courage can come from standing up to your demons, or having a crack at something in the face of rejection.
i admire courage and courageous people. they shed precious light onto my own paths, the demons i'm battling with and they give me hope.
thank you.
+listening to: keep it loose, keep it tight by amos lee
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