Jason Segal and The Swell Seasons in the same room performing together? Wish I was at that show!

autumn

It feels good to slow down, watch the leaves turn colors. It feels good to take deep breaths, remember where you heart lies. It feels good to close your eyes, and remember where you belong and find your way back. Autumn returns, and now I have to find my way.

what i've been up to

Fell in love with this video, you have to watch it. Absolutely breathtaking.


Best indie movie I've seen this summer, The Go-Getter

My favorite Zooey Deschanel movie. 500 Days of Summer is a close second.

Road trip. Rob surprised me with a weekend in Big Sur. Driving with the open road in front of us and the ocean next to us, Rob even made a road trip CD mix played with the windows rolled down. Found a cozy cafe that served the best homemade blueberry pancakes. Saw a lot of free-spirited people with simple and modest lifestyles. Admiring all the sights around you that is so grand, really makes you come alive.
(some photos shot with polaroid)










The Henry Miller Library (one of the trip highlights) Just love that they dangle the books from the ceiling.




"I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive." Henry Miller

deep in thought

people watching

I was sitting in Starbucks with Debbie. Cheery jazzy music was playing in the background, and I was enjoying the moment, enjoying the AC from the scorching heat outside. Then I noticed the table across from mine sat an old, Caucasian woman. She was dressed in all black, head to toe. Even her arms were covered up. I could see her frail and bony hands and there was something heartbreaking about her sluggish movements. Probably explains why next to her sits someone in his mid-forties, dressed in scrubs. It was probably her caretaker. It seems they were having a nice conversation over coffee. I accidentally made eye contact with the old woman, and then shyly looked away to enjoy the rest of my drink. I looked around observing what everyone else was doing. People were happily chatting away, enjoying their solitude with a book or with a laptop. It was a nice quiet afternoon. Then my eyes shifted back to the table across from mine, and all of a sudden I see the old woman extending her arm to grab the hand of her caretaker. I thought it was a nice gesture, they must be good friends. They held it it for a good minute or so, not the romantic type of hand grasp, but the type where you would grab a friend's hand for support, the type to let the other person know you are there for them. I looked up to see tears in the old woman's eyes and streaming down her face. Our eyes met again, and I felt embarrassed again for making her self-conscious. But I didn't look away, I was looking at her out of concern than trying to pry. I couldn't help but feel her sadness and loneliness from her face. Like maybe someday I know I will have that moment too when I'm that age. There were many questions at that moment. Then I noticed her black dress again, and my heart just sank a little for her.