One of the things that excited me most about coming home was finally spending time with my cousin Mason. Unfortunately, he is terrified of me. (I’m not that scary looking, am I?) In fact, he is completely terrified of everyone outside of his parents and paternal grandma. (Sounds quite like me as a baby!)
Since I’ve been home, I have learned to appreciate California much more. Because I grew up here, I never really took the time to explore it. Partly because my mom was always working, partly because I always assumed it would be here for me whenever I wanted. Hence, to prove my love for my beloved state, I decided to create a series for it titled, “Overlooking California.” I personally think the name is clever since I’m exploring something I have overlooked (as in failed to notice) and overlooking (as in a higher…or rather different…perspective) it. Yeah, freaking cheesy, I know.
Anyway, the other day, my friends and I decided to go on a night hike with the LA Trail Hikers at Griffith Park. It was my first night hike, so I was pretty psyched about it, despite a near car accident to get there.
I recently read an article on NPR (yes, I read NPR rather than listen to it) about telling your life story in six songs, so I felt inspired to write about mine. Like most people, I love music, so much that I even got a pretty much useless certificate in ethnomusicology (just kidding Professor G.! I probably used what I learned in your classes much more than the info in my physical science classes…what a nerd…), because I love seeing how music plays out in culture and relationships and what not. Sometimes, I can just hear a song and think about a special someone(s) or a moment in my life. Amazing how an audio experience can trigger such vivid memories, huh? Or see how music impacts a social setting. Like how a bar never fails to get excited when Journey plays. Without further delay, here’s six songs that pretty much describes my quarter century life so far (although not necessarily my six favorite songs).
Yesterday was the highly anticipated (or dreaded) Valentine’s Day. The other day, I talked with one of my best friends, saying that we should do something to celebrate our friendships instead…like watch movies and eat junk food. Her response: “That’s so stereotypical of single girls on V-day.” In my head: But that’s what I wanna do. I don’t wanna face the masses of crowds going out that night…gosh…just let me reinforce stereotypes for one night.
As soon as I got off the plane, my friend Yvonne drove me to a super hipster bar where she was having a small goodbye party for one of her interns. We were making fun of the wooden cabin theme with all of the dead animal decor as well as spying on the hipsters hitting on each other and making up stories about what they are saying to each other. (We just make up bizarre soap operas based on our observations. I fully hope that people are making us to be cooler than we really are too.) Continue reading
My blog is now over THREE years old with over FIFTY followers, ONE HUNDRED posts (this is my hundredth post), and nearly FOUR THOUSAND views. Okay, maybe not that impressive, but it’s an accomplishment to me. WHOOT WHOOT! Continue reading