| People are more fragile than they seem
...but stronger than they know.
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| The BathroomWhat is it about this place? Whatever it is it's a powerful place. I can be moved to sing just by walking in and closing the door. I get my most enlightening thoughts when I'm in the shower. Some of my most inspiring moments happen here and for a brief period I am moved to an elevated state of mind. I don't know why, but there's something about the way sound resonates and thoughts propagate... I guess God speaks in mysterious ways.
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| A quote I like from the movie Life as a House.
"Change can be so constant that you don't even feel a difference until there is one. It can be so slow that you don't know that your life is better or worse until it is. Or it can just blow you away, make you something different in an instant." |
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| The return.I returned to LA and received a very warm welcome back from this heat wave that’s got everything melting. My toothpaste is spewing out like blue-green jelly and is already warm before it gets into my mouth. The M&M’s in my trail mix would be melted throughout were it not for the candy coating. I think even the internet is melting! Take me back to normalcy, to that temperate climate southern California was once famous for. Heck, take me back to Siberia if only to escape the skin melting off my face. |
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| It's been a long time since I've used xanga. Lately, I've enjoyed writing in a real journal; it's my grown-up handy dandy moleskin notebook from Christmas last year that I've barely made use of until recently. Writing in this is sorta my protest against the times--well, the modern trends that sicken me--and a way for me to feel connected to the historic great minds like Hemingway and Einstein who I imagine kept a journal. I'm using xanga now because I misplaced the aforementioned journal. Never fear, this is not an exceptional xanga entry of contemporary criticism, but a brief exposition on my dad.
My dad is my go-to person for cooking rescue and inspiration, car issues, house repairs... basically everything you'd see on Food Network, Motor Trend, and HGTV. He is a know-it-all in these things as far as I'm concerned, and I'd rather seek his advice than try to figure a problem out on my own.
He is a lot like Tim The Tool Man Taylor (woot Home Improvement days!), and if you've ever seen our garage you'd know why. Dad's got one of every tool, sometimes two or three, every screw, bolt, nail... basically gadgets and gizmos a-plenty. Like Tim, he's clumsy and overconfident to humorous effect, but I continue trusting his suggestions. I called him for instructions when Matt's car needed a jump-start and when I was installing a lamp to hang from the ceiling. I often get his input when I'm cooking to ask, "What temperature does it have to be? How long do I cook it for? Would you add parsley to that?" And although I usually think I'm an independent person, this makes it sound like I am anything but.
This is the time when I impart the lesson from my still immature experience, but first a quick aside. Do you ever have a moment when you finally understand an old adage; one that's really overused; one you've heard countless times but you never had a chance to realize its application to your life? That's what my lesson was today. Here it comes. No matter how smart I think I am or how great the number is when I type my age on the treadmill, I will always be my parents' child and have something to learn from them. |
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