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A picture of my father in 1970’s Taipei.
During my last trip home, I began sorting through boxes of slides and photographs my parents have collected over the years. While that beard is hysterical, that eye-squint-smirk is recognizable. It seems to be his signature look.
There are people that we never see which makes it easy to accept they are not ours.
But it is the people we sometimes see, hear, and feel-those that randomly walk in and out of our lives every few weeks or months-those are the ones that are difficult to let go.
The most liberating feeling of all? The day you become indifferent.
photo: a view of Mt. Shasta on I-5.
typeface: mishka
A few months ago I dated a Frenchman.
He maintained a je suis francais attitude throughout, but it was not this European confidence that kept me intrigued. He was philosophical; and not in the arrogant, preachy sort of way. We discussed the big picture; something many men seem to run away from.
At the time, I found myself at a crossroads. While I worked for a great company, graduate school was becoming more demanding. Do I give up my creative aspirations for a decent job? Or do I put even more energy toward travel, writing, and design?
The Frenchman put it all in perspective.
“There are millions of bosses in this world. There are millions of companies in this world. We only live once. We’re only given one life to see the world and to meet its people. Seize the opportunity. Sure, you will make the current job you leave unhappy, but the risk of not seeing things that were put here purposely to be discovered and enjoyed, then what is the purpose of living?”
photo: Dreaming of far away fields. Eugene, OR.
photo: the journey to Coachella, 2010.
photo: the bus to Treasure Island.
I’m feeling nostalgic today, for the sunny home of Bushwackers and drug crime, St Thomas. I feel like I could be typing this back in Barefoot Buddha, my head pounding from last night’s Jagermeister and Jay Z.
You would think this memory flood came on a gloomy, fog ridden day in the City, but it is beautiful outside. High 60’s for the next week; unusually warm weather for a usually freezing place.
I wish I was back on Mountain Top, in the tiny 1 bedroom we shared for six months. I’ll even take the swollen bug bites and creepy millipedes that hung above my pillow.
