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
I just read over the posts I wrote for one then two years of running this blog, and to be honest, it was a little bit painful. The extremely rough writing definitely made me cringe at least a little, and it also made me realize that I was far more oblivious to the world than I am now. (This post will probably be equally as bad in another year’s time.)
My workspace evolves as I do.
When I was younger, I had a solid wooden desk with three drawers on the left side and one under the space where the chair tucked under the table. It grew to be a well-loved place of hoarded objects, brimming with not only papers but also stickers, pebbles, keys, Post-its, and spare parts of various old and broken devices that were no longer in use. My childhood desk now lives under the care of my younger sister, and it will soon change to her will as it did to mine earlier. Continue reading
I have taken Caltrain twice in my lifetime.
As I sat and watched the landscape fly by outside the window, I was also extremely conscious of those surrounding me. The man with the bright orange bike and even brighter shirt. The girl with a tired-looking book-bag slung across her shoulder, headphones in and eyes closed. The young boy chattering excitedly to someone that looked to be his mother- “Mommy, train run fast? Train fly far!” Continue reading
Tomorrow I take the written test to get my permit to start driving, and I am unbelievably excited.