coming home

spring break came and went, and after watching many a basketball game, friends rerun, and blockbuster rental, i am back in the city by the bay.  its fun for me to go home, though i do love my life here in san francisco, there is something so pleasant about losing yourself within the comforts of the home you grew up in.  like i said, it was a week of continuous march madness games and relaxation on the couch.  however, i had the opportunity to watch 'into the wild', a fascinating movie about a young college graduate who leaves his family and the comforts of his home to live a complete natural life in the alaskan wilderness.  not only was the music, scenery, acting, and story absolutely incredible, but two weeks later i still can not seem to stop thinking about this man's story.  

*caution: spoiler for those of you who have not seen the movie coming up! this young man left all that seems comfortable to all of us, he gave away all that makes us feel secure, safe.  He wanted to find what was real, what was true behind this protected society that we live in.  he left it all to survive within the wilderness only to die of starvation.  many people i speak with about this movie explain how sad and depressing it was, but i tend to disagree.  there is something so beautiful in this man's search for the pure truth in his life and his extreme measures in finding it.  he wanted to weed away all of the things that contaminated the honesty of his existence.  sometimes i think how freeing and pure it would be to live a life as he did... no money, no career, nothing fake or forged about it.  it would be pure simplicity, pure independence, pure honesty.  

but i don't think i could do it...no.  though pure truth is what many of us, including myself, tend to search for, i do believe there is something so real and so authentic about coming home.

i'll paraphrase thoreau here: rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me truth

[into the wild]

run fat boy run

when I read that they were screening a new movie at the apple store downtown entitled 'run fat boy run', a british comedy about a man who leaves his pregnant fiance at the alter, i was vaguely if not at all interested.  you see traveling to downtown san francisco consists of waiting around at the bus stop for what seems like forever, sitting on a questionably sanitary seat next to a guy who strangely talks about horseradish(true story) only to get to your destination ten minutes late exhausted wondering if it was even worth it.  But when i saw that my favorite 'friends' star, director david schwimmer (aka ross) was going to be there, i had to take that chance.  

and i am so glad that i did!  not only did i get to stand within ten feet of a guy who consistently makes me laugh through ten seasons of my favorite show, but i also got to see clips of his new movie, which looks hilarious by the way.  it was hard to look at him as anyone else but ross, the goofy paleontologist that i came to love from the show.  but he really was a serious and engaging director, though i definitely still saw a hint of ross in his smile.  coincidentally, patrick had seen matthew perry (aka chandler) at a ducks game earlier this week.  we're just covering all the cast members of 'friends' lately!  i wouldn't be surprised if we came across phoebe sometime soon...

the most wasted day of all is that during which we have not laughed

[sebastian roch nicolas chamfort]

my unfinished stories

i've wanted to start a blog for a while now, and as i sit here in my dorm room neglecting the numerous bio psychology notecards sitting next to me, i thought now is as good a time as any.  I must warn you, the contents on this page are hardly anything too noteworthy, fascinating, or spectacular so for the few people that are reading this, i thoroughly appreciate your patience and curiosity.  

I guess I just have some unfinished stories to tell.

I promise to fill this page with as many interesting stories, thoughts, and photos that make up my life as i know it today, and everyday.   i guess this is just a new way of journaling for me, but instead of those used up written pages and ballpoint pens, i am resorting to a self-created webpage with html graphics and a URL.  so here it goes... my new online blog.  wow we really are in the digital age huh?

there is no agony like bearing an untold story inside of you

[maya angelou]