I’ve started pulling all of the video that we took in China off of our camcorder. And now watching it all - we didn’t really film too much. Well, relatively speaking. At least not enough for what I want! I would’ve recorded the whole month that we were there if I could. But I guess I’ll have to settle for 8 hours of video. (It’s really only around 4 hours.)

As I may have mentioned earlier - this week is China week on the Travel Channel (obviously since the Beijing Olympics are just around the corner) - and tonight they showed Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservations episode which begins in Shanghai, then moves east and north thru Lijiang and up to Shangri-La.

At the beginning of this episode Anthony makes a statement along the lines of ’saying you’ve been to China is like saying you’ve been to the planet Earth - it’s that big’. Looking back at our trip - it’s hard not to think that we missed a lot, that there was so much more to see. I wish that I hadn’t been so tired on some of those days and that we would’ve continued to keep moving instead of getting what I’m sure was much needed rest. Even with the 4,000 photos and hours of video - it feels like there was so much more to see, more to eat, and more people to befriend.

We’ve been so busy since we got back that only every now and then do we remember how great our trip was.

But let’s get to today’s show! I love Leah and I honestly would never have gone on this trip if I hadn’t ever met her. This is arguably my first real ‘video’ that I’ve put together, so I hope you like it - oh. It just finished processing on YouTube and wow - the quality is really low compared to how it plays on my computer… but still. It plays like you’re watching a montage real from what could be Leah’s Travel Show. The video starts in Shangri-La and some of the temples there, then goes a little thru TIger Leaping Gorge, then down to Guilin/Yangshuo area where you can see the farms and Karst peaks, Leah hawking wares at the Beijing Dirt market, and then finishes up with us at the Great Wall of China. Oh, and that’s actual Yak Butter Tea that the gentleman is preparing for us in the Zhongdian market.

*Edit - I originally had this uploaded to YouTube but the quality was worse than… worse. So Now it’s uploaded from Fliggo.com - MUCH better + I added some color adjustment.

This is my disconcerted face. Why am I disconcerted? Because on the way to dinner this evening, I hit a girl on a bike with my car. Yikes!!!

Fortunately, she was okay… I stopped the car and Mark got out to check on her and I popped my head out to see if she really was okay and if she needed a ride somewhere. I feel awful about it! She said it was her fault… and I guess she was technically biking down the wrong side of the road, coming down Memorial on the sidewalk by the cemetery. And I was turning from Boulevard onto Memorial, so at least I wasn’t flying down the road or anything. But still! I hit her! With my car! And she thunked onto my hood!

I was all shook up after that. I had planned on getting some horchata at Mi Barrio, but after the mini-collision, I decided to have a margarita instead.  And make Mark drive home.

I hope I don’t ever hit anyone ever again! EVER. It’s not a good feeling. =( I hope she’s really okay.

So we were watching Samantha Brown’s travel show - and this episode was China. We used to watch her shows and would be relatively entertained. This one? Painful. Maybe it’s from watching too many episodes with Anthony Bourdain and his cynicism, or mock excitement or just… maybe it was the fact that Samantha Brown seemed to think that everything was amazing, or ancient/centuries old. Or just… wrong. While I have generally always appreciated most of her shows in the past, this one was almost unbearable.

Sure we did our share of touristy things that you just have to get out of the way - but come on - when Samantha Brown is asking for the price of a rickshaw ride thru the hutongs and is told it’s approximately $25 - AND she says, “I think that’s a good deal” - it’s just embarassing. Anyone who pays that much is clearly the epitome of an American tourist that’s just looking to get ripped off.

When she shows up at one of the most touristy spots of the Great Wall of China - and laments on how if she just sits still and takes it all in that maybe she can feel the centuries of history and blah blah blah - does she realize that she’s sitting on a completely reconstructed portion - which is about as real as any of the replicas built in Las Vegas?

Ok. I know that the same people who watch Samantha Brown are probably the same people who prefer Rachel Ray over Anthony Bourdain. So okay. I’ll just leave it alone. At least watching this poor show did cause me to go through our China photos/video again and start working on them and uploading them to Flickr in a more complete manner.

We visited before the Olympics on purpose - because the country is changing rapidly and Beijing in particular is going to be very different after the Olympics in a few weeks. But that won’t stop us from going back and enjoying everything we can. China is a BIG place and there’s no stopping it. We had a great time and I’m sure we’ll revisit all of this again, a little at a time.

Finally tonight. Here are some clips I threw together of our trip.

This weekend was tiring in the best of ways. Let’s do a basic list/rundown. Friday evening we made our way over to the Castleberry Hill district for part of the ArtWalk - Leah’s nonprofit that she works for was having a gallery showing (the kids work with some local artists and make some pieces - which they eventually auction off) and so that’s what we did that night - like old people, we took a nap right when we got home so we could wake up and make it to the event.

Actually, we came home late Thursday evening after the wedding um, convention? show? exhibition? what do you call those things? (This was a nicer one held by the Weddings Atlanta magazine - and cost $10 per person - but we grabbed several free bags and other junk and technically, made our money back in um, promotional junk - and I’m sure half of it we’ll throw out, the other half, we’ll use.) SO. We got home late Thursday evening and noticed that Three-Four kept going to the litter box - over and over again - and then after check the box - he wasn’t actually going. After a little longer and after noticing some blood coming out of him - Leah and I rushed him down to animal hospital in Decatur for the checkup. Basically - nothing too bad, and most likely a UTI - so that was good.

We’ve been fortunate that we haven’t had a problem with either of the cats - ever - healthwise. This is the first time we’ve ever really had to do anything like this - and it looks like the medicine has been working and Three-Four’s been doing a lot better.

Now. Since they’re house cats and we honestly don’t really have a reason to take them to the Vet - we haven’t experienced anything like what we experienced over the past few days. Essentially - when Three-Four came back home, his scent was completely different and One-Two (his brother) didn’t recognize him at all - and started hissing and growling and attacking Three-Four. Freaked us out since we’ve never had to deal with this.

We separated them that night and it still carried over to the morning. Now, while some of you pet owners out there might be used to this - we aren’t and it was more than bothering us and we felt really bad for Three-Four. I mean, he’s kind of hurt/healing AND he has to deal with his brother attacking him. AND we could tell that it was kind of making him feel bad ’cause he’d continually try to go up to One-Two (when we would try to see if it was still going on) and kind of say hi - but One-Two would again hiss/growl/attack.

Fortunately, Leah bought some scent wipes, and then some pheromones that actually DID help. Immediately it calmed down One-Two and then the wipes helped One-Two deal with taking the ‘Vet’ scent off of Three-Four (she wiped both of them down.) They were still tense over this weekend, but it’s slowly been getting better. They’ve even done their usual cuddling/sleeping wrapped up thing - but we watch any playfighting for signs that it’s turning into real fighting - like it did earlier this weekend.

Saturday hit us like Awesome. Breakfast at Carroll Street Cafe in Cabbagetown:

Honestly some of my favorite shrimp & grits in all of Atlanta - they have a spicy grilled flavor.

Leah and I went to OutBack Bikes in L5P to have a kickstand installed on her bike - and on the way back we stopped by the WFRG 89.3 radio station block party. We arrived a little early but we were there for some african rhythm drumming and some rather good spoken word poetry.

THEN we decided to go for a run. Well, I decided to run while Leah rode her bike alonside me. Now. It has been REALLY Humid all weekend. Impressively humid - in the same way I would want it to be 120 degrees outside in Phoenix, AZ. when people would visit there, this weekend was equally as humid as I would want for any visitor to the deep south and to um, show off the hot humid summers here. Anyways. I ran 4 miles and Leah biked alonside. Needless to say - by the time I got back I looked as if I had stood under a shower.

And then here’s where things made an unexpected turn. Instead of taking the hard earned Saturday afternoon nap, after messaging with people on Twitter - we decided to make our way down to the Cypress Pint & Plate Pig Roast - and meet up with our Twelp friends! We had originally planned on just stopping by and maybe having a drink or two. Almost 4 hours later it was definitely more than 1 drink and closer to 5 or 6 - they had these $2 vodka drinks which were kind of good in a drinking cheap dimetapp medicine sort of way.

That was a good time.

Those are tickets that Lauren won - for the Poison concert. Yes. Poison.

AND STILL. The Saturday was not over. We had to leave Cypress to go over to our friend Jolene’s house and make an appearance at her party.

At this party we met an awesome couple from India - Madhura & Ramit. Oh yes. Leah worked her All-Things-International-But-Especially-Asian/India Charm and now hangout time with these two awesome people is imminent. PLUS. We HAVE to make friends with people from everywhere - how else can we take over the world?

If you must know - while we both drank healthy amounts at Cypress, I slowed down long enough to drive while Leah drank to the end, and then when we got to this party, Leah stopped and I started back up. Still. Guitar Hero ensued and new friends were made. What more could you ask for from any party? Oh yeah, Leah also impressed people with her cork trickery.

And since THIS POST marks the new record for LONGEST POST EVER (screen length-wise) - I’ll end it soon. And even though all this fun was had at the price of some missed assignment points for school, and a VERY tired and sleepy Sunday - it was much more beneficial than that nap we had originally planned on taking last Saturday afternoon. And just think. This doesn’t even cover the Feeble Flobbler Flapjack Fiesta that we went t this Sunday morning - but I guess I’ll cover that tomorrow + everything else.

Goodnight.

On this past week:

This past week was almost good. It wasn’t bad at all and there are many, many things that went on. However, I will not truly know how good this week was until next week. And while the recent ambiguity/vagueness of my post can only mean a few things (as in, there are a few things that I cannot talk about on this public blog and most of my waking and dreaming hours are occupied with thoughts of one of these things.) So may, just maybe I’ll be able to actually speak about the heavy-block-subject that currently takes up all of the space in my head.

On my mental health:

Oh. um. I’m sure I’m fine. Back and forth all the time and stubbornly difficult, but I’m sure I’m fine. Possibly Maybe.

I’ve taken up some learning projects recently. SQL + Visual Basic + Crystal Reports + Lean Six Sigma + School Junk. I would describe it as being on a rigorous self-education program. Amazon is great! Especially since I joined their ‘Prime’ program and get um, some free/next day shipping and other junk like that. And while I would like to buy the books the Day Of by just going to Barnes & Noble - the prices on Amazon are ALWAYS cheaper. At least I only ever have to wait 2 days for delivery. Still. Across the board, dramatic increases in skill/ability/knowledge/usability. We’re going all out here because I’m betting on myself. And it’s increasingly getting to the point where I question whether or not I’m crazy for really thinking that I can do anything.

I need a wide open space. Even if it’s in my head.

Aw, our kitties love getting Reiki sessions!  They purrrrr and purrrrrrrr and soak it up.  Happy.

So, today, Mark and I are braving a Wedding Thing with my mom.  It is some event where there are lots of vendors selling Wedding Stuff.  And you can win free things and eat free cake and drink free cocktails, which is the main reason I decided to go.  I’m trying to keep a safe distance from the crazy Wedding People/Industry/Insanity.  But today we might be diving right into the middle of it…  which could be interesting.  So I asked Mark to bring the camera.  Of course.

The people we’ve booked already have been awesome.  But there have been lots of other vendors who… well, let’s just say they cater to a different kind of couple.  Or basically just the bride.  Or the bride’s mom.  And it’s all about “Oh, we can make your dream day come true, and you are going to feel so special and pretty and everyone will love you forever because you will have the BEST wedding day in the history of all time!”

Now, I’m a happy and enthusiastic person.  Most of the time.  But that’s because I’m sincerely happy and enthusiastic about lots of things.  And unless you’re someone I know and love, I don’t get all that jazzed about the minute details of your wedding.  So these uber-excited vendors sort of scare me.  Especially when they e-mail me 3 times in one day and call me at work and try to convince me that my “Special Day” should be entrusted to their loving care.

We have a totally great photographer.  We have laid-back yet very professional DJs.  We have a nice, helpful, chill coordinator.  My dress is being made by a super cool Seattle designer gal, Chrissy Wai-Ching.  (Oh, and I went without the bodice stitching, in case you were wondering.  Now- if y’all know of some really awesome jewelry-makers, let me know.  Preferably independent crafty peoples.)

Everything else… except maybe the cake… is basically up to my mom.  Of course we’ll give input, but I’m letting her gather info/ideas for the decor, invites, flowers, etc.  Cuz she’s good at that stuff - much better than I am at decorating and whatnot.  And because I really don’t want to deal with anymore Flowery Happy Princess-Making Vendors.  Our wedding will be meaningful, special, awesome, fun, memorable… but not a Princess Fairyland $100,000 affair.

And so today, we head off to Wedding CrazyLand.  I hope we emerge alive and intact.  Wish us luck.

P.S.  Nope, it didn’t hurt to get my tragus pierced!  It just hurts a little if I forget about it and poke my ear.  But there aren’t really nerves in that part - try pinching yours really hard, and you’ll see what I mean.

Realities and the varying degrees between each one, each accepted reality or even unaccepted ones generally interest me. This whole notion of ‘making your reality’ IS the epitome of any self-help guru life advice. However, like all things metaphysical (or the realm of) I anchor it to an acceptable explanation.

Taking the somewhat mystical/metaphysical/magical healing art of Reiki as an example - I package it into a neat little scientific explanation - and as a Reiki Level One Practitioner - it suits me fine and that’s all I need to thrive (well, to at least practice reiki with a comfortable degree of confidence.) My explanation of how reiki works/is has always been… there are energies that we still cannot measure with scientific instruments, just like in the past before we could ever measure radiation and its effects. I categorize reiki and many other unknowns in the same group. At an atomic and sub-atomic level, we’re all energy so the transfer and intermingling of energy forms is a real possibility and arguably, fact.

And as this entry begins to grow beyond anything I set out to type, the eventual concluding statement is that I am both excited and… hesitant to really believe that my super consciousness picked up on one of the distant and almost short lived thoughts and is now bringing it into reality. Basically, here’s the breakdown with each level going deeper and deeper:

Consciousness

Sub Consciousness

Super Consciousness

Now to cut it short, basically the “Super Consciousness” would be the part of your brain that truly knows No Difference between make believe and “actual” reality. But it’s very difficult to actually reach. And before you even think of calling up images/references to that generic patchwork of already known information called The Secret - on a quantum physics level, the area of our brains that is the Super Consciousness is what makes our reality. (Crazy people fully make their own reality - we just don’t agree with it.)

Um. Forget it. Let’s abandon that line - it’s just a pretty brain dump anyways. The gist of this is that I’m quite exciting about some of the changes that are going on, and the prospects are good. And while this is all much more vague than I would ever want, I’ve had trouble writing about anything else - (hence the gap in posts - which is obviously, not that much of a gap, but for us - yeah it is.) So on this Wednesday morning, in an effort to exorcise some of this stuff floating in my head, this is what you get.

I’m going to win. Whereas I used to take the general stance of being disappointed before the actual outcome (so that you know, you feel better in case it doesn’t go your way) - rather than reserving some energy for the swim back, these days I’ve been cutting the lifeline and just going for it. Which can be costly if you don’t make the breakthrough. But… obviously I keep falling back into the vague metaphorical nonsense so I have to end this.

Thursday.

Guess what I did this evening?

Nope, this isn’t a doctor’s office.

And I didn’t get abducted by aliens and visit a special alien micro-chip removal specialist.

I got my tragus pierced!

See? There’s my newly decorated tragus. I’ll be getting the left ear done once this one heals up. I like to sleep on my side, so I didn’t want to get them both done at once. And you’re not supposed to get it wet, so I have to hold a plastic cup over my ear in the shower. But only until it heals, and hopefully I’ll heal real quick.

Mad props to Christina with Piercing Experience in Candler Park for doing an awesome, sterile, and pain-free job. I’m excited for my next visit… I don’t like being all asymmetrical. But I’ll deal for the next month or two. It was fun to get pierced again. The last time was way back in 2001 and, much to my parents dismay, I got my tongue pierced in London. Then I swallowed it in China and it closed up before I could find a replacement. The piercing, not my tongue.

Oh, and apparently I have a very flexible tragus. In case you were wondering.

We finally built our bed yesterday. Sure, it sounds easy - but it wasn’t one of those unfold-snap-together metal bed frames that just hold up the box spring and mattress. This Ikea bed had the bazillion screws/bolts/pegs and the awesome instructions with Swedish drawings of clunky builder men. After putting several sections together backwards and then disassembling and flipping them over - we eventually finished! Still. It’s a much nicer bed frame than we could have gotten most other places for the same price.

Break:

We missed the first episode of No Reservations (with Anthony Bourdain) this season, but we saw Columbia and Laos. The episodes so far this season more than make up for nearly all of last season. For some reason, we just weren’t as interested in the places he went to last year. The episodes weren’t as good as they were during the previous years. Whereas last year I thought the show ‘jumped the shark’ - this year, it’s right on track and back to going to places unfamiliar and with less of the contrived and set up shows that they produced last year. But that may just be us - because we like it when he goes to far off locations and meets up with villagers and eats with them on their bare floors - embodying a sort of ‘traveler’ lifestyle where you are invited into people’s homes - and not just showing us the places that tourists will inevitably flock to after seeing it on the show.

We went to China with the intention of getting reasonably lost enough to find things that we wouldn’t have found otherwise - this show was a big inspiration and motivation. Heck, we even decided to take a road trip down to Charleston after seeing it on No Reservations - and although we did eat at two of the restaurants shown on the show - there was no shame since they really were as good as advertised. (Jestine’s & Hominy Grill)

20 minutes after we arrived into town, we found ourselves at the farmer’s market, eating shrimp & grits. Seriously, what other type of first meal would you ask for after a 4 hour drive to Charleston?

And while this entry has gone wildly off track - what I realize now - and as Leah has mentioned to me lately - we need to go on another road trip. Someplace just beyond reach, and someplace different. When we lived in Arizona, we would drive to one corner and keep on going. At one point, we even came across some wild horses. THAT was pretty awesome. Hidden lakes, rarely driven roads, and wide open spaces and sky.

And now I have the hint of an idea.

Have a great night. Here comes the week.

Ahhhh… the glorious grainy and artifact filled quality of my Point & Shoot camera on high ISO setting in the dark…

We went to the Yelp Event at Table 1280 last night - good times - although I didn’t get to see some of you people that read our blog AND live in Atlanta… Gabrielle! But still, Leah and I had a good time. Different from other events, we didn’t really meet too many new people - but definitely hung out with the ones we already know. It’s just been too long since the last event for us so it was nice to hangout and catch up. Or, like me, talk and get to know the people I had already met.

Did I mention that we’re on Twitter?

So. A small group of us from Yelp are connected on Twitter and it’s quite awesome. Earlier attempts at using Twitter actually sucked - since it was all far removed strangers that I was ‘following’ - but now that it’s good acquaintances/friends - it’s like an on/off chatroom all day long. With other random people dropping in. Why use twitter? How do you use it? I don’t know. But it’s not… it’s not really a “People are interested in hearing what I say!” sort of endeavor - more like… you say all of those side comments of random/evil/funny thoughts that you would say to your co-workers/cubicle-mates during the day - to your Twitter friends.

And THAT’s what makes it worthwhile - at least for us in our group. I mean, sure there are tons of people who have figured out how to effectively use twitter as a marketing medium - but I haven’t, aside from the every so often post of “blah blah blah [insert something witty] and then Link to a Blog post at LeahAndMark.com”

Up above? One of the foods handed out last night - fried risotto balls and blurry in the background, three of our Twelp friends. DavidAtlanta! Laurens33! & JPCorpus! (He came up with the name Twelp)

KatieW and I ganged up on Lauren.

Naoya and Shelli were there too! Yes. He is totally as cool as he looks in this picture. I believe we’re having brunch with them this weekend, or lunch, or some other excuse for drinks and a meal. Awesome.

A short Rant on UoP again (University of Phoenix.) So this week, I haven’t really ‘logged into’ the class forums and posted for either participation points, or to communicate with my team. I did tonight. But at some point, one of my team members posted:

I emailed Leo and Mark last night. I see that Mark has responded. Thank God. Still haven’t heard from Leo. Hopefully he’s ok and still part of the team. If he doesn’t check in one of us is going to have to do his part.

Now I admit, this may have just hit me wrong and I’m just being jerkish about the whole thing. (While staying at a hostel in Pt. Loma/San Diego, I met a Turkish guy born in Germany… well, those two things mixed together somehow - so me and my friend Amy started calling him Gerkish! (Jerkish)) But still. Really? Did she really have to say ‘Thank God’ - because it’s only Friday - in fact, it wasn’t even Friday night when she posted that. The team assignment (all of them) always consist of a 700-1,000 word paper. Broken in pieces + editing that’s like 300-400 words per person. I can write that without trying. I can write that in my sleep. I can write that in my sleep, underwater and still get all points for the freaking paper. (Trust me - I’ve gone on and on in my LJ quite often on the subject of way too dumb classmates and their embarassing writing skills - and even worse - we STILL get A’s on all of our team papers - and on my own individual assignments.)

Forget it. I’ll stop myself right here and just be passive aggressive and from this point on I’ll make sure that I NEVER post to the team forum UNTIL Friday night - just annoy them. Radio Silence from Tuesday to Friday night.

The Insides and more Fire

We have the weekend to conquer.

I went to an all-women’s college in MA. I was only on campus for my first two years, but in that time I met some awesome people… namely, Chi and Arianna. Arianna is from Atlanta, but hasn’t lived here since she went up to Mt. Holyoke. She’s currently in San Francisco, but she’s moving back here at the end of the month. So that’s super awesome and we’ll have crazy adventures together soon.

Chi is from Hawaii, and that’s where she is now. Hawaii is far, far away. And it is kinda sorta expensive to go there. Which is sad for us, because this means that I haven’t seen Chi in over 4 years. And that’s a really long time not to see one of your bestest friends. But! I have pictures and I have a phone and I haz internets, so at least we can keep in touch that way.

See? We’re all cute on Halloween in 2001. Awww. Anywho. Chi was a DJ at our college radio station, and I was her very frequent radio guest, Mr. McFeely. Cuz I’d pop in all the time like Mr. McFeely from Mister Roger’s Neighborhood. Which, by the way, is a creepy-ass name for a kid’s show character. But I digress.

I started this post cuz I was thinking about how I miss seeing Jennifer Nettles in concert. If you’re around my age and grew up in the Southeast, especially in/around/between Atlanta/Athens, GA, and if you also had great taste in music, you probably would have had the awesome experience of seeing Jennifer Nettles live. If you were REALLY cool, you saw her when she was with Soul Miner’s Daughter. And if you were a little less cool and slow to catch on, like I was, you finally jumped on the Jennifer Nettles bandwagon when she was starting Jennifer Nettles Band, after listening to Sacred and Profane 50,000 times on your friends’ borrowed CDs.

So, after spending my high school years going to concerts and falling totally in love with JNB, I was eager to share the music with my new college friends. Well… imagine my surprise when I walked out the door of my dorm room with Chi one day and heard Jennifer Nettles singing. Yeah… she was like…right there on the lawn in front of my dorm. In a tiny little town in rural western Massachusetts.

Really.

Well, Jennifer Nettles Band is, sadly, no more. Jennifer is now a country singin’ SuperStar with Sugarland and she’s made it to the Big Time, which she absolutely deserves. But, the selfish part of me definitely misses going to Variety Playhouse or Eddie’s Attic to hear her belt out her bluesy/folky amazingness that defined Musical Genius in my book. It is nice to see her new website, in which she offers a tribute to her old fans and her past. Not all artists do that. And maybe, just maybe, one day she’ll head back to Atlanta, sneak into Eddie’s Attic, and do a show. That only myself and 30 other folks will know about. That would be awesome. Almost as awesome as stumbling out of my dorm room and into her band.

Sure. I’m coming up. The slight downward mood in the back of my head, like an undercurrent carrying me further out to sea, strangely enough was spurred on by 12 Monkeys. I really like that movie. I remember seeing it at the discount theater with Amy & Annie, not knowing what to expect and still not really knowing what I just saw when we stepped outside at 9pm into the 90 degree heat of Phoenix, Arizona.

I’ve probably seen the movie 6 or 7 times and the underlying (or blatant) themes always get me. Sure. It’s a sci-fi flick with time travel and paradoxical questions of changing the timeline, and the future of man - but there’s obviously more. So. I downloaded the movie that inspired 12 Monkeys -

From Wikipedia:

La jetée (English: The Jetty and The Pier) (1962) is a 28-minute black and white science fiction film by Chris Marker. Constructed almost entirely from still photos, it tells the story of a post-nuclear war experiment in time travel.

La jetée has no dialogue aside from small sections of muttering in German; the story is told by a voice-over narrator. It is constructed almost entirely from optically printed photographs playing out as a photomontage of varying pace. It contains only one brief shot originating on a motion-picture camera. The stills were taken with a Pentax 24×36 and the motion-picture segment was shot with a 35mm Arriflex.^[2] The film score was composed by Trevor Duncan.

And while I totally, totally indulge in fleeting moments of… ah forget it.

I’ve been running on and off for weeks and this week I finally felt like I had gotten back to where I once was - which isn’t much compared to others but still, a decent 10 minute mile for 3 miles and that’s all the time I have in the mornings - When I’m awake, when I’m rested, and when I’m lost - I run like a machine. I have breath, I’m not gasping, and my mechanics are as efficient as possible (When you’re me and you run on a treadmill instead of outside - you can actually think about running form.)

Leah’s helping another round of auditions for the talent show/fundraiser her company is giving (don’t worry, she works for a nonprofit that aides children with autism and other developmental disabilities) - so I’m here studying, writing, studying and ummm… studying more. This photo? Taken a long time, after a long hike in the eastern range of mountains in Phoenix. Like many things in the moment, I didn’t realize/appreciate this scene. Looking back… the six hours to get up there was nothing.

I feel like waking up.

*If you want to see La jetée - Leave a comment and I’ll set you up with a download link.