Make new friends but keep the old

If you are single there is always one thing you should take out with you on a Saturday night: your friends. - Carrie Bradshaw

When I think of home

The Golden Gate Bridge, Peets Coffee, Tagliaferri's Deli, The China House, Nala, Elliott, Bolinas, Stinson Beach, Sausalito, In N Out, Petaluma, Sonoma, Muir Woods, hippies, Haight thrift stores, my favorite café in the Haight, The Giants, Berkeley, driving to see Melanie in Santa Clara, Mt. Burdell, beer pong, redwood trees, eucalyptus trees, frozen yogurt, Cafe Bangkok, Spengers, Mrs. Doubtfire, Dad watching TV on the couch, Vanessa, Hani, Sophia, Keona, Natalia, Middletown, organic everything or nothing at all, "hella", Whole Foods, Trader Joes, getting the Christmas tree on the 2nd Saturday in December, Boulevard cinemas, the Rafael Theater, downtown San Rafael, Wine Country, Black Point, Chinatown, Pride of the Mediterranean, Urban Outfitters on Chestnut St., seagulls, homecooked meals by Mom, summertime, so much more

Thanks, Kundera

Franz shook his head. "When a society is rich, its people don't need to work with their hands; they can devote themselves to activities of the spirit. We have more and more universities and more and more students. If students are going to earn degrees, they've got to come up with dissertation topics. And since dissertations can be written about everything under the sun, the number of topics is infinite. Sheets of paper covered with words pile up in archives sadder than cemeteries, because no one ever visits them, not even on All Souls' Day. Culture is perishing in overproduction, in an avalanche of words, in the madness of quantity. That's why one banned book in your former country means infinitely more than the billions of words spewed out by our universities." - The Unbearable Lightness of Being 

Ode to Amélie

"Vous n'avez pas des os en verre. Vous pouvez vos cogner à la vie."

I could watch Amélie over and over again and never get sick of it and never cease to be amazed by Amélie Poulain and the people in her life.

Down from 3 cups a day to 1 cup a day today and it was this morning. I'm so proud. But it's 1:51 am and I'm still wide awake. Maybe caffeine isn't the culprit for my insomnia.

If you could only see the beast you've made of me

If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
Drag my teeth across your chest to tast your beating heart

My fingers claw your skin, try to tempt my way in
You are the moon that makes the night for which I have to howl
My fingers claw your skin, try to tempt my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to

Howl, howl
Howl, howl

Now there's no rolling back, I'm aching to attack
My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground

Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you and tear out all of your tenderness

And howl, howl
Howl, howl

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them into hunters
Hunters, hunters, hunters
Hunters, hunters, hunters

The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress
Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground

And howl

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them into hunters

A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright

If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground

I want to be Florence

    

She gives us gingers a sexy name.