miller monroe

gimme.

that feeling of remembering to do something you forgot to do when you know you were going to forget to do it.

i even wrote it on my hand.

bah! 

first impressions

everyword

there's always this young father with a british accent and thick-rimmed glasses that plays soccer with his two sons outside my balcony. yelling "goooooooaaal" just like on tv when they score as he tries to teach them the game and it's just so simple. one of the sons always ends up in tears. they always come back. but the times are simple. you can hear the smiles.

each mornin' i get up i die a little

tebow

i missed competition days.

pop

in jeopardy

paints

yep.

this reminds me of those endless lazy afternoons in the neighborhood at the swings. life changes a lot. miss my boys.

after five hours of calc and bio studying and this cold making me a little loopy, this is absolutely hysterical. i can't breathe. this will never get old.

yep, i really have no interest about cells. none. where's the math?!

foggy violet twilight

lonely weekend, acoustic playlists

burritos

i love ridiculous food articles.

"then the orchestra played a waltz or a tango, something that had a slow and sensuous rhythm. couples would come outside, to the relative privacy of the alley. you could see them kissing behind ash pits and telephone poles. this was the compensation for lives that passed like mine, without any change or adventure. adventure and change were imminent in this year. they were waiting around the corner for all these kids...here there was only hot swing music and liquor, dance halls, bars, and movies, and sex that hung in the gloom like a chandelier and flooded the world with brief, deceptive rainbows...all the world was waiting for bombardments!"

hierarchy of digital distraction

switching homes instead of homecoming dance

math jokes, heh.

nutrition performance, pep rally call time conflicting with calc test (that i'll get most of my points on during tuesday's free response..), watching the teachers dance during the pep rally, chillin' in sci bowl and bio, lil' horn with bret, rewind and vibin' with music in the back room with k.m. knocked out next to me and b.f. blowin' away, food trucks (chicken tikka masala, mango lassi, bomb samosas, most garlicky and amazing herb fries), and a wild homecoming game. wild. michael strahan! halftime performance (with end of the half streakers..ucla v. arizona anyone?), audio push having a hell of a performance on the track (and on my podium, hah), jroy dancing makin' me smile, down 16 in the fourth, fourth down stop, t.d. + 2 point conversion, punt block returned to the house and another 2 point conversion, stop 'em on fourth down, force OT. get that hard stop, score on an off-tackle off our first play. field rushed. that crowd was the loudest and the energy was blowin' stadium by the sea up. band playin' away (with that one fan dancing..and that other fan that..yeah, haha). was awesome to have alumni back. seeing chaunce conduct w^ made me happy. i miss everyone. got my serg bear hug. fight song/w^/fight song after the game winnin' score was electric. 3x3 animal style from westwood drive thru afterward. then sleep. such good sleep.

bounce

eerie

"go, then! go to the moon - you selfish dreamer!"

this is going to be a horn choir evenings kind of week. 3 exams, 50th anniversary homecoming game, here we go.

also this chamber group is just unbelievable. i can't believe it.

"The left clip is a segment of a Hollywood movie trailer that the subject viewed while in the magnet. The right clip shows the reconstruction of this segment from brain activity measured using fMRI. The procedure is as follows:
[1] Record brain activity while the subject watches several hours of movie trailers.
[2] Build dictionaries (i.e., regression models) that translate between the shapes, edges and motion in the movies and measured brain activity. A separate dictionary is constructed for each of several thousand points at which brain activity was measured.
(For experts: The real advance of this study was the construction of a movie-to-brain activity encoding model that accurately predicts brain activity evoked by arbitrary novel movies.)
[3] Record brain activity to a new set of movie trailers that will be used to test the quality of the dictionaries and reconstructions.
[4] Build a random library of ~18,000,000 seconds (5000 hours) of video downloaded at random from YouTube. (Note these videos have no overlap with the movies that subjects saw in the magnet). Put each of these clips through the dictionaries to generate predictions of brain activity. Select the 100 clips whose predicted activity is most similar to the observed brain activity. Average these clips together. This is the reconstruction."

heh, brains.

reflections

1% with 99%

nanoseconds

awake

that cozy isolated feeling on the field as it's enveloped by blankets of pacific fog

a more relaxed weekday. i'd say 15% relaxed. a nice rewind from a few weeks of craziness.

i walked on third street for a little bit to catch dinner. i saw a pair of college students on a date. several groups of asian tourists. a disheveled looking man tuning a guitar with his voice.

mom and i talked the other day about how third st. is a tourist spot. sometimes i can step back visually and see a place, any place that i'm familiar with, through the eyes of a visitor. like how i first stood paralyzed under the shooting cn tower or wandered mindlessly through chinatowns of various cities. (san francisco, seattle, vancouver, toronto, d.c., chicago) (i like chinatowns.) third street looked like that to me today and it's interesting. i transfer buses one street up from it and if i stay there, i'm still in the drowsy school mode. it slowly passes as i wade into the crowds of the promenade. i remember times where i had enough flexible time to catch more than a snack at famima and go down to ocean avenue and just soak up the pacific on that salty white railing as if i were seeing the ocean for the first time.

"...and he remembered that the night before, when he had put his arm about Mattie, she had not resisted. But that had been out-of-doors, under the open irresponsible night. Now, in the warm lamplit room, with all its ancient implications of conformity and order, she seemed infinitely farther away from him and more unapproachable."

mmm, cereal killer.

aurora borealis

1%

reading about the hike up for the first time and i've never been camping or done intense hiking and i'm probably crazy but i want to get up there. i just want to. one day, before i grow old and my joints creak.

huaxi

"so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past"

"She drew closer under the bearskin, so that, looking sideways around his coat-sleeve, he could just catch the tip of her nose and a blown brown wave of hair."


"...That was all; but all their intercourse had been made up of just such inarticulate flashes, when they seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they surprised a butterfly in the winter woods..."


"...it was the most confusing hour of the evening, the hour when the last clearness from the upper sky is merged with the rising night in a blur that disguises landmarks and falsifies distances."

-edith wharton, ethan frome

post-mortem

occupation's micro-community

tribute

pool circle

how things change

"you have an older brother?"
"shaquille o'neal"

give peace a chance

X.

"It's difficult to put a tag on what it is precisely that Jobs did. He didn't create a fundamentally new business structure, the way John D. Rockefeller did with the vertical integration of Standard Oil. He didn't democratize a product that had only been available to the very rich, as Henry Ford did with the Model T. And he didn't fundamentally alter the distribution, logistics, and production systems the way that Sam Walton did with Wal-Mart. Under Jobs, Apple simply created a bunch of really cool products that people decided they needed to have. And have again."

few have impacted my generation like him. thank you, mr. jobs, and rest in peace.

hrm

pick-ups to fourteen salvaged my day. but for the rest of it..

on to the next, on on to the next one..

sky is still up there. even though it is getting ominously dark and cloudy and the air is just that much crisper.

this water tastes like blood
but the mug looks so blue, it's so deep and it's like those eyes but those eyes
weren't blue. were they even the same color?

but this water tastes like blood.

god,

ahahahah

as annoying as the internet can be when facebook ties me up when i need to study or i can't stop reading newsblogs, all that means nothing when it shortens the distance. whether it's across the pacific or down to central america. and i'm so grateful. so, so grateful.

this was the first weekend in months where i didn't write a to-do list and i almost feel free, but i'm still missing something to cross out.

i miss oil painting. add that to my list of things i want to do on a perfectly unscheduled and open week. (as much as i like to keep busy)

just had unheard-of amounts of spit come out of my conn 8d bell onto my shorts (after five minutes of trying to find where it was). sunday nights, yeah!

i only hit your voicemail.

devious

my favorite is when i can write outlines as messily and without care as i want, knowing nobody but myself will read them.

my calves do not feel right with these mosquito bites. they're swollen like disneyland turkey legs.

man, i'd kill for some disney churros right now. and breadbowl chowder. or gumbo..

this is like forgetting hot soup on the table and coming back five hours later.

switching homes today for the first time in over a month. there's not much to say past that.

besides that my calves have swollen to twice their size. damn mosquitos.

absolute. audial shoulder massage.

staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer