Salvador Dali is exactly the kind of wackjob that I would want to spend extensive time with. Why? In addition to the obvious body of artwork, he had an inspiring presence. He was eccentric, grandiose, and nothing but ordinary. He also drew a close analogy between food and sex.

He said  “every morning upon awakening, I experience a supreme pleasure: that of being Salvador Dalí.”  I know I already think this, but putting it in conscious words will make it all the more exciting to start your day. Having a strong sense of who you are is so important.

Happy fucking birthday (yesterday).

46 seconds of my life were well spent watching how pretty this video is.

“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.”

-Anaïs Nin

Fur pie doesn’t sell

Tonight, my favorite coffee shop in town showed one of my favorite movies in its beautiful garden, the best spot in town.

Sitting with a senior couple on my left and my good friends on my right, chuckling in unison at the orgasm part, remind me how special San Luis Obispo is.

It was bittersweet. I loved the night, but I can’t remember choking up so quickly with tears over something so non-emotional on the surface. I think tonight I realized how much I really miss living in Paris–sketching the tiny architectural details and wandering the streets for hours. Just my luck, I helped a lost French family find their way (in French, of course) when I was outside for a moment: a nice touch. I told them that if they were looking for something to do, they were showing ‘Amelie’ just next door. They gave me a funny look and I’m not sure why.

Either way, for one night I was transported into a Amelie’s magic world and my romantic soul was re-awakened.

Parisian Nostalgia

It made me all warm and fuzzy inside when I came across these photos of Parisian metro passengers by Sasha Paskanoi. It reminds me of a time when each day’s adventure became even more exciting the moment I remembered that I would spend a good time on the metro watching the characters step in and out. It got to the point where I would get on the metro just to be on the metro.

Oy…

I can’t help but feel like this in the morning sometimes. (uhh…it’s noon-thirty, and I was supposed to go look at a room a half hour ago, oops). I have to go to work, though.  Day 2 at the new job– why all the exhuastion? Must be all the bike riding and board games. Not a bad deal.