x / RAC’s jams x / juvenile antics x / sweaters with confused-looking penguins x / food with names that resemble josh groban and alma mater x / collegiate antics, food runs of all kinds x / when people are a little off their rockers for finals x / J - a soft-spoken girl who shouted “NICE TIE” loudly and firmly at a dude who was crossing the street x / correspondence, whether digitally or in mail x / smiles so genuine that people look like they’re smiling as if a child - pure unadulterated delight x / the most beautiful seas and sands x / sitting on the porch and watching the world go by, having space to think x / humble leaders / mentors x / cold war kids, 24/7 x / summer, soon
This post will be a rare exception where I write in my colloquial voice, because I really wanna update yall on the haps:
+ I’m heading to Thailand this summer to learn about life in urban poverty with a program called Global Urban Trek. I’ll be living in a slum over in Bangkok and learning about what it looks like to serve and love among the community there. I’m excited to hear what God has to say during my time there, about poverty and life on the margins and simplicity. I’m keeping a separate blog for that, with more colloquial goodness and drawn-out thoughts. If you want to support me through prayer or financially, deets are on there, too!
+ I now tweet in the form of quick thoughts and current listens. It’s pretty cryptic I’ll admit, but I write for personal memory. Also retweetin’ stoopid sayings + pretty poetry every now and then (there are some gems on twitter, no lie.)
+ My friend Erica and I do a radio show called Passport To Pretend at UCSD’s independent radio station for kicks. Stream online Friday 11am PST for our weekly engagement of indie jams and goofball commentary courtesy of KSDT college radio!
+ I pin visual inspiration I come across, if you’re into that stuff.
That’s it for now. Hope the weather’s warming up wherever you are!
Have you ever seen stars in the daytime? Smack dab in the afternoon. And I’m not talking afternoon soaps or tabloids. I’m talking daylight.
I saw some. They were green. My gaze somehow wandered to looking up. And there my eyes met a friendly vision: a green star waving in the breeze, saying a jubilant hello. Hello, hello, you are a welcome sight, you and your legion of stars, all dancing in natural delight. You sparkle well in the sun, none of this man-made glitz. You are altogether really made.
It was an unintentional relief, for my eyes to be looking at you in all your joy instead of transfixed on the search for that someone, that something. And so, you are a welcome relief. I couldn’t help staring as I walked past, you in all your unnoted beauty. And when I had finished walking past I thought of turning around and going through it all again. I would probably look like a fool, turning around in the middle of the road.
I turned around; I couldn’t help it. I must’ve looked like a fool. I willingly accept this lot.
“She said the food was great, but I knew she meant that the memories she built there made the food even greater. No food is better than the memory of having eaten it, of having shared it with another in a very particular physical, mental, and emotional space. Every repeated trip to a restaurant is a longing to re-conjure or prolong or change or rewrite the memories that we’ve stored. Every craving for a food we enjoyed is a pretense for the desire of certain feeling we want to experience again.”
