The End of Summer

Beauty and a Bicycle

Later...

I haven't written in a long time.
Lately my mind has been quiet, not of thoughts, but of words. I have nothing to say. I feel, feel fiercely, and yet am mute.

I sit and marvel at the world around me. Bright rays of sun set the sunflower petals ablaze; molten yellow casts shadows of happiness on the warm ground. Round black bumblebees buzz lazily along the breeze; they have nowhere to go and all day to get there. Whispers of Spanish float across the yard from the pool; my two "hermanos" Irene and Eduardo are practicing their English grammar and correcting each other in Spanish. Their Spanish is thick and soft; more like a lullabye than a language. Our map is covered in desinations; places to see, places to go, people to visit, beauty waiting to be uncovered. San Francisco, Santa Cruz, Sacramento, Huntington Beach, State Fair, American River, the list is endless. Exciting.

It's unusual for my mind's pen to lay quiet. I tend to journal the day silently to myself, jotting down ideas and sentences on an internal notepad where they'll stay until I can retrieve them later that night. I usually am always describing things to myself in the hopes I'll remember it forever. Lately, though, I just watch. I just feel. I just breathe. Experience. Listen.

For now I'm going to stay behind my camera lens, hidden from the world. Silent. Watching. Recording. I'll leave my writing for another day. Another time.

Santa Cruz

Arden Fair Mall

Eminem

I have discovered a hidden love for rap.
Yes, me.
Not all rap, let me clarify. In fact, not most rap. This summer though, while studying, cleaning, working, exercising...I've discovered rap artist Eminem and I'm hooked. His lyrics are fascinating and real; dealing with issues political, domestic, social and emotional. I've discovered I really like listening to his songs (not all of them...) and it seems each time I do, I hear something new.

This particular song touches upon domestic violence and the emotional and psychological insanity so entwined within it. An interesting listen, for sure.

Here we go again, it's so insane
'Cause when it's going good, it's going great
I'm superman with the wind in his back
She's Lois Lane, but when it's bad, it's awful
I feel so ashamed, I snapped. "Who's that dude"
I don't even know his name
I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't my own strength

But you promised her, next time you'd show restraint
You don't get another chance
Life is no Nintendo game, but you lied again
Now you get to watch her leave out the window
Guess that's why they call it "window pane"

Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk?
Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball
Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the drywall
Next time? There won't be no next time
I apologize, even though I know it's lies.

Well, "Superman". What are you going to do about your problem? Your response will make or break you.

World Cup 2010

"The 2010 FIFA World Cup™ Final promises to be quite an occasion, with the Netherlands pitting their wits against reigning European champions Spain. Both sides have produced some good football during their campaigns and have been rewarded with the chance to add their nation's names to the select list of former winners: Uruguay, Italy, Germany, Brazil, England, Argentina and France."

Today is the final match! Spain vs. the Netherlands....Team Red vs. Team Oranje....our dear friends' country vs. our dear friends' country....

Who to root for?!

Some other dear friends are coming over today to squeeze into my grandparents' livingroom so we can cheer and groan and celebrate the outcome together. Our very own World Cup party. :) Should be very fun.

11:30, my friends. Let the game begin!