(honestly it took me way longer to make this than it did to free-write)
I will miss this, I really will.
Sitting outside on my deck writing, laptop warm against my thighs and notebook pressing into the crook of my elbow. My dog sits near me, chewing on a leaf or something (as he does) as a gentle breeze, barely able to even be called a breeze, touches my shoulder and the tips of the trees’ leaves. I can hear the crickets starting to chirp through my headphones– there’s was a heat stroke in the Bay Area this weekend and the last of it seems to be ebbing away now. The fog is finally starting to roll back in over the mountains to cool down the air, saving my breath.
My friend Rory’s dad won some extra Outside Lands passes this year because he ordered an extra naan (long story), and I was lucky enough to get to go along with them for all three days.
Outside Lands is a quintessential San Francisco festival, featuring various artists from musicians to painters to chefs to brewers. This year marks ten years of Outside Lands in Golden Gate Park. Continue reading
Here’s a long-overdue video of me dancing around dressed as a pterosaur.
Squats can take you places.
A little while ago, I wrote about TomislavSquats, a mildly ridiculous and definitely hilarious Instagram account that my friend and I have been running since mid-December of 2016. As a bit of a follow-up, here are a few of my biggest reasons to join the #squatsquad. Continue reading
Directed by Barry Jenkins and released in 2016, Moonlight tells in three chapters the story of a young black man growing up and struggling to find himself in a hypermasculine Miami where the majority of the people around him are forcing him into labels and boxes before he is even able to fully find himself. After (terribly) procrastinating for literally months, I watched Moonlight for the first time last Wednesday; since then have watched the movie fully once more, as well as played through various select scenes repeatedly in an attempt to understand and appreciate as much as I can. One of my favorite scenes of the movie is when Juan teaches Little to swim; here’s a hopefully-understandable overview of some of the thoughts I scribbled into my journal while watching this movie. Continue reading