because i love you, my love. mercilessly, and crazed

545am

waking up to prepare for kayaking. its eerie and lovely out there in the morning when the dew is setting and and when the fog blows out whispers of low clouds

a thing i love

sounds of trains traveling in the dead middle of the night.

by night, love, tie your heart to mine, and the two 

together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

(book: haptic)

tired and happy.

there's so much happening.

i think, the key

is to be inspired. it wins over sleep, stress, pressure, and any other insanely detrimental emotional issues 

watching

presidential debates

reading through a present 

zen in the art of writing by ray bradbury. 

tomorrow

kayaking lessons. another happy thing. 

forgetting lasts so long

sunday night at home

monday morning. donuts from our instructor

other things inspiring. book tabs from a japanese book "filing"

a million sketches we see...

and inspiration notebooks to look through

our first viscom class critique- (sketches by j.lim)

kayaking early thursday in long beach for field research

introducing to the class, our new materials experiments...

my group mindmapping paddles late into the night

things i do at home to keep me inspired

etc.

my bedroom and the compilation of postcards i steal from art center grads. note my pink typewriter on bottom right that i utterly love.

Today

consistently sleepy yet still hoping to endure through the haze.

running 

interviewing

i am writing these poems from inside a lion

friday

my classes are amazing and i am already tired. i'm happy.

kill me sarah, kill me again with love, its gonna be a glorious day

day 1 

back to school. back to school!

product 1

this term, we're designing paddles. oddly, i'm very excited. im highly considering the kayak paddle since i've always wanted to participate in this sport and it'll give me an excuse to go and do some "field research" in the ocean

movies

outsourced

the year my parents went on vacation

stolen

listening

ok computer

feeling 

happy, scared, impatient, and curious for whats to come

how far that little candle throws his beams

(auduban magazine)

its been a whole week

i feel guilty for having ignored my journaling duties. 

but

life has been relaxing yet uneventful. 

i've had lunches 

with cindy and visited the new americana mall (which in fact, is an exact replica of the grove) and had dinner at green leaves vegan  in los feliz with julie where i had surprisingly good soy beef dish.

but mostly

i've been lounging around, being tickled with butterflies in my stomach from the impending first day of school on monday. so curiously excited.

and also bracing myself 

for a heavy weekend with birthday's, and people coming into town. 

some documentaries i've watched over break

dark days (fantastic)

in the realms of the unreal

the dancer

following sean

surfwise (amazing)

etoiles- dancers of the paris opera ballet

ballet

i am obsessed and i think its so beautiful, this dance form. 

formatting

perhaps thinking paragraph format would be better for my entries.

*edit*

i just finished watching stone reader. an old documentary film about a reader's quest to find the missing writer of "the stones of summer." oh- so grand this movie! its a beautiful tribute to readers and writers and it makes me silly with happiness.