I’ve been eating too much since arriving here last Wednesday. Every day I’ve eaten meals to the point of discomfort. And there was always dessert. Which means I overstuffed my face and then indulgently ate some more. I generally gain a few pounds every time I visit my family here in NY. It is quite unavoidable. A fact of my life.
But no worries! Once I return home my diet will return to more regular (for me) proportions. It will also be healthier as I will not be consuming dozens of cookies, chocolate covered fruits and pretzels, brownies, and sodas. I will also discontinue eating such bountiful servings of meat and white carbohydrates. It might be a bit sad though.
After sitting through La La Land and scanning positive yelp reviews I insisted my local friend take me to Griffith Observatory despite the gloomy forecast. Apparently, dreary clouds and drizzling skies are atypical of LA. If the movies are anything to go by, this must be true. On the bright but less sunny side, the recent rains had cut the drought and painted a livelier geography than the usual dusty colors.
We spent a good couple hours perusing the museum, selectively reading fun facts, and watching the free exhibits. I discovered that I only weigh about 20 pounds on our moon. The museum is worth the visit on a sunnier day and clearer night to take advantage of the solar and Zeiss telescopes.
By the time we thought it should be dark enough to see the night city lights we glanced outside…and witness the heavens crying. I stepped out into the rain to see what I could. It wasn’t much and we decided it was time to head out. I had missed the famous night cityscape. I still took pictures on our way to the car.
The thick ethereal mist clouded out the horizon and gave our downhill drive a sense of adventure!
It was a fun trip especially because of the friends I was with. But the hazy view and the Getty Center are both solid reasons for me to return to LA one day.
A quiet dirge rose from my heart as I said goodbye to someone else’s mother. When I came home it was like returning from a beloved childhood memory. Already the past week has taken a nostalgic dreamlike quality, polaroid images with hazy transitions. My warm bed invites me to sleep but I fear they will challenge my sweet memories when I wake up.
I made it to LA! I have 4 days here. Some of my adventures are to be posted!
The plane ride was a little over 4 hours I’m not a huge fan of flying (flying a higher grade than the cheapest economy class flights might change my mind). It’s not just the ear—popping, throat-drying, lips-cracking altitude. It’s also the steady rumbling rush of the wind, the butt-numbing turbulence, and the moving-out-of-the-way hassle for toilet trips. Again, I’m sure more luxurious accommodations would address some of these issues.
Anyways, other than a minor flurry of activities in the morning, it was still, for the most part, a mundane Monday in which I performed a most mundane habit for a long stretch of time. Though I prefer not to, I practice it quite often and during rather large portions of my waking hours.
I am referring to sitting. I sat a lot today. Indeed, I sit too much and that is a sad fact. I consider it one of the reasons I do not like flying. But here’s another fact. I sit even when I’m not on a plane. The truth is, had I not been on a plane, there’s a good chance I would have spent the same amount of time sitting at home or at a cafe or at the library because it turns out I enjoy doing a lot of things that’s often done sitting. That includes writing this post.
The most exciting thing I did today was daydream about traveling to quaint little towns around the world -unless I count dropping off rent checks or toasting precooked chicken nuggets, which by the way is pretty exciting if you’re a hungry enough omnivore. Anyway, the reveries of villages I’ve never been to and secretive hamlets hidden from the modern traveler were not original. For example, Google “charming village” or “quaint hamlet”(not “cute hamlet”) in Images. Thousands of lovely townscapes will instantly surface, idyllic scenes of cobblestone streets and moss-adorned stone walls around the most picturesque of dwelling places. That is if you have decent speed internet access. I won’t assume you do as I’ve been battling with wifi with connectivity issues today and hopefully, by the time it starts working I can still call it a Friday night when this gets posted. That’s one downside I imagine one might have of living in a rural, semi-secluded town, where the most up-to-date bungalow is too out-of-date to have great coverage. While perfect for a two-week getaway, not perfect for streaming Netflix. Another downside would be if there was poor plumbing. I really appreciate flushing toilets. Especially in the middle of nowhere or nestled on a ledge of a lush mountainside.
That night I chased the full moon, the beautiful winter moon, and it kept getting further away. How strange and silly and exciting it was to pursue the impossible. And how small and human and somber I felt afterward.
Several Tuesdays ago I spent the better part of the day on a treasure hunt. I visited the Textile Discount Outlet, best friend of seamstresses, fashion designer students, and DIY clothes makers. I was here to help a lady find a couple buttons but couldn’t seem to find the right one in the large button selection on the first floor. The lady called someone for help and that person called over Mario.
Mario, the chill self-proclaimed button man, led us past aisles of hundreds of fabrics and costume materials. The rolls, patterns, and textures available were endless! Sequins and lace, Velcro and elastic ribbons, rhinestones and tassels, you could find them all here. Button Guy has us ride the industrial elevator to the topmost floor to button depot.Read More »