craving an authentic NY bagel

for my mom's 50th birthday last summer, we went on a trip to new york, and met up with the boys on tour. i'm not sure if missing New York led me to looking at my NYC pictures... or if looking at NYC pictures led me to missing New York. either way, i'm seriously craving an authentic NY bagel. anyone know where i can find one in L.A.?

my new york trip: june 4 - june 7, 2009

post-red-eye breakfast

shopping in soho

central park

new york city reunion: "we're in new york!"

broadway show: we went to see guys n dolls. starring lauren graham!

the most amazing dinner: freeman's in the LES.

city people. the walking man.

i love my boyfriend. my kpo.

statue of liberty. day 3.
remember 9/11.

local natives @ bowery ballroom.

thanks mom for an amazing trip to new york!

i love you and our adventures.

on the road again...

I'd rather be in Barcelona...

On our way home from Cabo we watched most of Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Kelcey and I both agreed that this was the silliest little song. It's placed all throughout the film, and it's all too catchy. And this has to be up there amongst the silliest music videos I've ever seen as well. Bonus points for the glimmer of light on the ring at the end.

Barcelonaaaa! If you happen to adore the song, here's a link to the band's myspace: http://www.myspace.com/giuliaylostellarini And... we are in luck. They will be at SXSW this year. Must see.

back to school

as i mentioned, i'm taking a class... back to school for me
this weekend i went to the getty.. for class.
then i went down to san clemente to hang out with kelcey's little sister.
pet shop. saw a pretty little bird. thought about painting it. (getty influenced i think)
stayed the night after crafting.
sunday - went to mass / open house / science fair / 8th grade classroom.
sunday night - noticed bird art in guest room. by kelcey. 7th grade.
this morning. phone call. i went to sabrina's school i said. oh that's my school too.
ah yes. of course.

I'm feeling very rusty.

I am feeling very rusty. Yes, I write tweets, blog posts, comments, and long winded e-mails, but the assignment of writing 1900 words is taunting me. Why in the world did I think I would enjoy a writing class?

I guess it was because... what I want to do most in life leaves me with more fear than desire. And I'm the kind of person that likes to keep growing. So it just seemed like the next thing to conquer. So I signed up, forcing myself to type type type in the dark night once again. All week I've been feeling that anxious stress that I felt for four years straight. I miss my calm happiness. I miss my lazy, not so guilty TV nights. Now I finally understand what it is to have a guilty pleasure again. It's the anything that takes you away from your homework. (Or other various responsibilities, goals, tasks, obligations.)

I went to a speaker - panel - writers' support group - session tonight. It was just that. Four professional writers up front, attempting to express their charm and wit off paper while the 20 of us in the room gazed at them in confusion. I'm not sure if they were encouraging me to pursue my dream, or slowly hinting to find a new one. "It's tough to pitch. It's lonely to stay at home. You never feel like you write anything well."

I'm thinking I want to keep at my 9 to 5. And continue pondering about all this writing stuff. And I think I'd just like to read more. Think more. Write more. Bah. Those writers really confused me. I can't wrap my mind around it all yet.

I guess it just seems that maybe the grass is always greener. Or maybe it just depends on the person. One of the writers was especially happy with his success. Another was especially happy with his non-success. And the others were just continuously striving to do more. One seemed always let down. The other seemed like he had a good head on his shoulders.

There are no rules. And I think I like that. And I think I like the idea of essays / memoir better than reporting. But who knows. I've never really tried it. I've got a lot to think about. Yup. A lot. I don't know if it'll ever make any sense. But a lot of the time writing it out helps. Thanks for helping me think.

8 weeks.

at least...

8 sessions of yoga.

8 bachelor jake nights.

8 trader joe adventures.

8 journal entries.

8 sleep in sundays.

8 runway episodes.

8 visits with friends.

8 friday nights.

...the 8th will be the most thankful.

Happy New Year!

hello 2010!

Constantly learning

I'm constantly learning to say goodbye.
To say hello. To reunite. To enjoy the moment. To fill my heart.

To say goodbye.

It's an important lesson to learn, I think. But such a tough one.

To wish you well. To send my love. To feel love sent.

It's that leap off the cliff. The gasping for air.

I'm still learning how to find the rush.