Writing Again

Thanks be to Jah! Check out my recent review of Fol Chen’s new album in Performer below—-> Ok the image is too small so click on the link. And I’m back in the game!

Weeping Cherry Blossom Tree

I don’t think I’ve see one before today. Like the whale, I wish I could see this in person. It reminds me of Narnia or Neverland or that one movie of the kid flying on the back of some furry creature.

Now That’s What I Call

Whale Watching! I would love to have been there to see one of the elephants of the sea. Willy is free.

So Much I Call

One of my favorite songs lately. I spent today listening to a lot of new music at work and it made me realize that I need to start making more of a concerted effort to find new music. While Local Natives blew up last year or six months ago, it’s new to me and it sure beats the same 1000 songs I have been playing on my Nano on the Fulton 5. Time for an iTunes library cleanse!

Idiots

Oh Idiots! Lately I have been finding myself getting really worked up over idiots. In my world, an idiot is also known as an asshole, bitch, drunk, dumbass, drug addict, pretentious prick…the list goes on. I have found myself letting these idiots ruin my day. The idiots have been especially plaguing me the past month. Whether it’s the smug douchebag at the bar scolding my friend for not tipping the hot bartender to his standards, the surly bartender for taking down the sign and putting it up to my friend’s face who innocently got the price wrong, the girl who spills her drink on me, the guy who almost runs me over, the ballerinas on the Fulton 5 in the summer, and any other mean-spirited, ignorant soul that crosses my path….I get worked up.  Lately, I’ve begun to stand up to these idiots and occasionally confront them on their douchery. But sometimes the aftermath of the confrontation is not as rewarding as I thought. I stew and I dwell and I wonder how people can be so terrible to one another. My mom once told me “Jackie, the world is full of assholes. You have to get used to them. They’ve everywhere no matter the profession or city.” I guess I’m still trying to get used to them/forget that they exist but I am constantly being reminded that they do. There’s gotta be a middle ground between sensitive and jaded. I’m trying to find that middle ground. For now, I am committed to not letting idiots ruin my day and my good times.

The Horse Boy

I watched this on Netflix Watch Instantly while I was back home and I thought it was really moving and well-done.  I’m trying to figure out who plays the song at the end of the trailer. Anyways, see this documentary:

I’m Going Here!

I will go to this magical place one day. My parents went to Canada and Alaska recently and they visited The Butchart Gardens in Victoria, Canada that I am now obsessed with. It reminds me of Alice in Wonderland/heaven/Bambi. I will visit these gardens if it’s the last thing I do!

Baby Mom

Whenever I’m home, I like to take advantage of the pictures on my mom’s computer. Here are some pictures of Vintage Barbie as a weee child and my late grandma Helen.

My mom, her little brother Robert & Grandma Helen

Vintage Barbie having a chuckle on the far right

Grandma Helen on the left with her sisters

Could Have, Might Have, Should Have…

My mom told me that as a toddler, I was afraid for anyone to see me fail/fall. “One day you couldn’t walk, the next day you could. You must have been practicing in your room because you were so afraid of anyone seeing you fall.”

p.s. This is my 500th post. And it’s summer time. 500 Days of Summer is still trying to take over my life.