Sunday, May 30, 2010

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six-hundred minutes

Rent fans will recognize the blog title as the first line from Seasons of Love. Math nerd will know it's the (rounded) number of minutes in a year. Today I thought back on what was a year ago's Memorial Day long weekend.

A year ago, it was Hudson River Valley, the hidden gem of Beacon, and the deliciousness that was Blue Hill at Stone Barns. A year ago, it was the "last hurrah," if you will -- the last of a nearly-four year journey that I'd rather forget than remember. A year ago, I finally realized this journey was mostly in my head, and that reality had gone sour long before this trip, or many that had happened before it.

A year ago I learned to say goodbye.

Smile.

Eek..I'm not sure how my blog turned into a copy-paste place for favourite song lyrics.I'll chalk it up to fact that others are more poetic and talented than me in expressing feelings in coherent prose. I can't stop this listening to this song right now. Probably cuz it makes me smile.

And so do you. But you already knew that. Or wait, you probably don't. Maybe that's what makes me smile...

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Smile - Uncle Kracker

You're better than the best
I'm lucky just to linger in your light
Cooler than the flip-side of my pillow (that's right)
Completely unaware
Nothing can compare to where you send me
Let's me know that it's okay (yea, it's okay)
And the moments when my good times start to fade

You make me smile like a sun,
Fall out of bed
Sing like a bird,
Dizzy in my head,
Spin like a record,
Crazy on a Sunday night.
You make me dance like fool,
Forget how to breathe,
Shine like gold,
Buzz like a bee.
Just the thought of you can drive me wild.
Oh, you make me smile...

Even when you're gone
Somehow you come along just like a flower pokin through the sidewalk crack
And just like that
You steal away the rain
And just like that

[Chorus]

Don't know how I lived without you,
'Cuz everytime that I get around you,
I see the best of me inside your eyes.
You make me smile
You make me dance like fool,
Forget how to breathe,
Shine like gold,
Buzz like a bee.
Just the thought of you can drive me wild...

Oh, you make me smile

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Yes. Yes, you do. You just don't know it yet. :)

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Maybe tomorrow...

Today was not a great day. Don't get me wrong -- nothing 'bad' really happened, but it was one of those days when I woke up and just knew it was going to be 'blah'. And then I remembered this song. And why I loved it. And how it described exactly how I felt...

"Maybe Tomorrow" - Stereophonics

I've been down and
I'm wondering why
These little black clouds
Keep walking around
With me
With me

It wastes time
And I'd rather be high
Think I'll walk me outside
And buy a rainbow smile
But be free
They're all free

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

I look around at a beautiful life
Been the upperside of down
Been the inside of out
But we breathe
We breathe

I wanna breeze and an open mind
I wanna swim in the ocean
Wanna take my time for me
All me

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

Monday, May 3, 2010

On haikus

For nearly two months now, I've been posting Facebook updates solely in haiku format (that's three lines, of 5-7-5 syllables, for those who needed a refresher). As a perhaps over-prolific status updater, I've found that the haikus force me to think before I verbal diarrhea every single mundane (but occasionally interesting) thought that I have in my mind. It's almost made for wording and sentence structuring problems that almost make status updates, well, fun!

A few of my favourites from the past two months:

swapped out the duvet, / turned on the a/c...it is / summertime, baby! [May 3 - it's good when they rhyme, and are seasonal]

i went to yoga / and then i had KFC. / that felt wrong somehow. [April 29 - pithy is always a good goal to shoot for]

only in new york -- / doorman strike would be "crippling". / must open own doors!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [April 19 - aiming for a journalistic approach allows you to get the point across in a paltry 17 syllables]

tea era's bubble / tea is basically my crack. / thanks, Sandra Liu Huang :P [April 15 - incorporating someone's name via FB tagging is always a good challenge]

saw first guy get his / ipad. blue smurfs were cheering. / reporters swarmed him. [April 3 - and some are just plain bizarre]

it's finally time. / i'm quitting and going to /culinary school! [April 1 - perfect one for the perfect day ;)]

oh mortadella / how i love thee almost as / much as cake. almost. [March 18 - declarations of love are surprisingly easy in haiku form]

25-ish years / ago my mom decided / to have a baby. :) [March 10 - and another date-specific one :)]

And finally, my personal favourite:
"I live somewhere else, / between the margins of my / itineraries."
[April 15 - which fittingly, is a quote from the book which formed the basis for the movie Up in the Air.]


Sunday, May 2, 2010

On rituals

We all have rituals that we love. Humans are creatures of habit, and rituals make us feel, well, more human. Rituals can be big (think cultural customs, family traditions) or small. But mostly (at least for me), rituals help us stay grounded, and tease out the tiny little bits of pleasure from life.

Some of my favourites:
  • eating ice cream in the bathtub
  • getting banana pudding at Magnolia on Friday nights
  • greenmarket with George on Saturday mornings
  • brunch at Pastis followed by mani-pedi's on Saturdays with
  • reading the Sunday New York Times over a large iced coffee
  • taking George to Point Isabel every Sunday we're in the bay area