My uncle is coming to visit so grandma sent me out to buy food for him…my shopping cart amused me as I picked up the diet coke
And here are some words I made…
I love how the air is filled with burning charcoal and the rain isn’t strong enough to wash the smell away. It’s gentle, and falls sweetly on my skin as I walk barefoot in the grass. There’s a cool breeze that brushes my hair from time to time, trapping the scent of the neighborhood in every tendril. It’s been a busy weekend and it went by so fast just as I’m sure the week will, the summer will, the year…but in this moment I can stop time as a captured memory. My favorite sound for day are how the raindrops tap on the banana leaves in my grandma’s backyard to music I’ve made up in my head. I love watching white egrets fly across the dark clouded sky, they stand out like something unearthly, breaking up the ominous to make something harmonious. As dark and grey as some may see, it’s a beautiful day to me.
Going to the store for grandma, yet one item is for me.
I <3 Dave Grohl
My silly attempt at stop motion
Nerdtasticness!
Dear little lad
Here’s the story of my life
I lived on the moon
Grey flying snakes along
Mountains of destiny while
The three tailed monkeys
Were drawing the stars
Light from the Sun and I
Hide myself on the dark side, alone
I’ve run so far
To find my way
Then I dream again.. alone
Dear little boy, listen
To voices of your soul
It showed you the way of
Silence and peace
Follow your thought and fly
Choosing all the things that you desire
Giant waves, fireflies..
Your dream will be your only shell
Your secrets, your hiding place, my son
Don’t let them try
To crush your brain
Let you go far
..my son
<3
For a normal girl, the following confession would be embarrassing…luckily I’m far from normal. My late night confession is that Egon Spengler and Steve Urkel were my biggest crushes back in the day. I have a thing for nerds.
The more you know!
Richard Feynman Quote
“I have a friend who’s an artist and has sometimes taken a view which I don’t agree with very well. He’ll hold up a flower and say “look how beautiful it is,” and I’ll agree. Then he says “I as an artist can see how beautiful this is but you as a scientist take this all apart and it becomes a dull thing,” and I think that he’s kind of nutty. First of all, the beauty that he sees is available to other people and to me too, I believe. Although I may not be quite as refined aesthetically as he is … I can appreciate the beauty of a flower. At the same time, I see much more about the flower than he sees. I could imagine the cells in there, the complicated actions inside, which also have a beauty. I mean it’s not just beauty at this dimension, at one centimeter; there’s also beauty at smaller dimensions, the inner structure, also the processes. The fact that the colors in the flower evolved in order to attract insects to pollinate it is interesting; it means that insects can see the color. It adds a question: does this aesthetic sense also exist in the lower forms? Why is it aesthetic? All kinds of interesting questions which the science knowledge only adds to the excitement, the mystery and the awe of a flower. It only adds. I don’t understand how it subtracts.”
(Source: quantumaniac)
“So I run my fingers through her blackish blondish brownish reddish grayish (grayish?!) hair
And tell her I won’t mess around with other girls unless they’re her”
