It’s been a few days of Adulthood™ now. Pretty much nothing has changed, but I must say I am excited by the thought that I could go get another ear piercing right now if I wanted to (don’t worry, Mom, I’m not actually going to– it’s more expensive down here in San Diego anyway).
It’s been an eventful year, as always. It was a sound wave of up and downs, and I don’t think I ever truly understood how much could happen within a short amount of time until this fall after starting school.
Music through the month of November.
“You don’t have to look at me, y’know, you can look each other and dance.”
Producer Ringgo Ancheta, known as Mndsgn, grew up in New Jersey and is now based in Los Angeles, California. He played a set at The Loft at UCSD last night, filling the room to its corners with his unique sound. Continue reading
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.
Here’s a long-overdue video of me dancing around dressed as a pterosaur.
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