A couple days late on this tangible reflection, but that’s okay. New Year’s posts are some of my favorites to write just because they give me a great excuse to go down the nostalgia rabbit-hole that is this blog.
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
Videoclips from late May to early August rolled into one video with some thoughts.
I only have myself to blame for my endlessly running mind.
I can’t remember how long we stood there in the dying grass under the pulsing sky, feeling the breeze brush our noses as the snuffling noises of Rory’s two dogs filled our ears.
It seemed to be a good night for wishes, because Rory must have spotted at least five different shooting stars. It’s nice to know that the universe might hear our desire for response once in a while.
We saw satellites, too. They reminded me of the water bugs that skim the surfaces of ponds, balancing precariously on nothing but tension between water molecules. Continue reading
At home, I love taking day trips to various places within about two hours of driving– places like San Francisco, Half Moon Bay, Monterey, or even Santa Cruz. In Spain, we drove to check out some cool attractions that were within an hour or two of driving. We of course visited Barcelona multiple times to see what it held, but two other places really captivated me as well. Continue reading
Barcelona: a vibrant city full of unique art, diverse cuisine, and eye-catching architecture at every street corner. Every area of the city has a different feel, due to the medieval roots of the Gothic quarter and the modern, quirky style of architect Antoni Gaudi’s work.
Walking down those varying sidewalks, I felt right at home. Continue reading