Friday, June 8, 2012

Weekend Update, 7pm Friday

WEST HOLLYWOOD, CA - Four young women in their mid twenties were seen on the 1000 block of N Carol Street boarding a black Cadillac Escalade with California license plates at approximately 2p.m. Friday. The four women - a brunette, a redhead, and two blondes - are thought to be between 5'6" and 5'7" weighing roughly 115-125lbs. The excess of baggage in their possession is thought to weigh approximately 600lbs. The women were last seen with a man of medium dark complexion, approximately 50 years of age and roughly 5 feet tall.

HIGHWAY 15, CA - 4pm Friday - Eastbound vehicles are reportedly experiencing bumper to bumper traffic between Los Angeles and Las Vegas. SUVs packed with remarkably tan and beefed up men with greasy hair taking pictures of themselves while blasting techno music comprise roughly 30% of vehicles on the road.

BARSTOW, CA - Four well-dressed women were seen exiting a black Cadillac Escalade outside of the Chipotle parking lot, just off of Hwy 15 at approximately 7pm Friday. It is thought that the women belong to an up-and-coming Australian pop singing group. An older and very stout gentlemen with dark hair and whiskers was seen photographing the women as their multi-hued heads of hair blew glamorously in the desert wind. The women reportedly spent a mere $14 cumulatively at Chipotle, but a whopping $64 dollars at the liquor convenience store across the parking lot.

Further sightings of the alleged pop stars will be reported from Las Vegas, NV as the weekend festivities go underway.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Best Friends

After a Sunday spent meandering the streets and shops of San Francisco with my best girlfriend, I came home to this heartfelt work of street art, complements of some of the best friends I've met in San Francisco.  



To my friends, James, Jason, and Matt... I'm so lucky to have met all of you.  You've been a part of me seeing the world more beautifully, and I can vouch for the fact that I know it's more beautiful with each of you in it. Love.

Friday, June 1, 2012

Reviresco

"What defines us is how well we rise after falling."

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

The Light

"There's a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in."


http://instagr.am/p/I2ov0GHwUy/




Friday, May 11, 2012

Existentialism and Butter

"When I think about forever, I get upset. Like, the Land o' Lakes butter has that Indian girl... sitting, holding a box. And it has a picture of her on it, holding a box with a picture of her on it, holding a box." 

- Sally Draper of Mad Men, "Blowing Smoke"



Friday, May 4, 2012

Beautiful Nothings

"It might have been living in the country that was making him cry. It was killing him with its silence and loneliness, making everything ordinary too beautiful to bear."

http://instagr.am/p/Kxs76Rnwff/

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Life is Beautiful, 1


So, so far beyond behind my updates... My apologies.  With no further adieu, I will resume as though no time has passed... although, I must say it's been a lovely few months.  Days, weeks, and then months became occupied by new friends, a newfound (or reborn, rather) photography interest, as well as creative spirit poured into a new professional endeavor at Bay Area start-up, www.DITTO.com.  A relocation to the towering heights of the SF cityscape has provided me with visual inspiration and sensory stimuli to begin each morning as though it's my first and last day on Earth.  No longer do I struggle to rise in the mornings, though I cannot help but dilly-dally long enough to have to sprint down the block to the bus stop each morning.  In my haste, with hands full of phone, keys, and glasses while frantically trying to wrap my scarf, I never fail to take a solid m-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i to look down the street, into the morning sun shining across the urban paradise beneath the hill of my abode.  Un-f-ing-believable... Every. Single. Day.  

http://instagr.am/p/JYN9RAnwXT/
Up and down, up and down, winding through the metropolitan mountain range I ride the bus, taking in the diversity of faces that populate the streets around me, and the encyclopedia of flora that flourishes at arm's reach of just about everything, living or non-.  Just as I pass the neon coral house on the top of the hill as we approach Portrero, I look across the street to find our route reaching the edge of a massive cliffside overlooking the southernmost parts of San Francisco, the East Bay in the distance, and shipyards galore.  


Part Une of my daily mecca to Mountain View ends as I step into the adorably quaint Caffé La Stazione at 22nd and Pennsylvania for some form of breakfastly indulgence à la almond latté, a bran-blueberry muffin of otherworldly proportions, a banana, or something spontaneous.  Well, each choice started out as spontaneous, I guess.  Better to try new things in a new place than remain a creature of old-habit... better to give a chance for new habits to form every now and again. 

"And those without an alternative mode of transit shall im/patiently wait until the coroner clears the scene." http://instagr.am/p/JfDHa0nwX2/
http://instagr.am/p/Iwtt9Inwbn/
"Bored Here," my commuter-friend jokes, but in fact there's quite a bit on which the eyes can feast.  The concrete monstrosity of the 101 towers over and provides shelter to the commuters awaiting arrival of the Southbound Caltrain.  Dry we remain in the case of occasional rain, and warm is she who stands close enough to the tracks to bask in the gleaming sunlight of morning.  Even on a brisk day, the sun warms.  First through junkyards of crushed vehicles, graffitied freight cars, and mangled stems of iron, then flying trees, cascading topography, water like glass, and an ever-changing sky, we barrel into the south bay.  
http://instagr.am/p/IKPaswHwfk/
The mornings are quieter... Eyes rest.  Thoughts drift.  We coexist in a cocktail of anticipation for the events of the day ahead, and reflection on the night's sleep that preceded.  Any given car is a perfect embodiment of what one could imagine a Silicon Valley commuter train to be... Laptops, tablets, a dizzying list of smartphone WiFi networks available for toggling, and an alphabetic rainbow of tech-company branded apparel.  This is just one piece of the constituency that's creating, manufacturing, and running the technologies, softwares, hardwares, products, and services that have become an integral part of our world and cultures.  Nearly every single person around me is an active and contributing piece of what's becoming.

Please note that the wood chips are nearly in focus, along with the flower.  In other words, please notice how f-ing GIGANTIC this rose really is. http://instagr.am/p/JxQqIQnwSJ/
Mountain View greets me, flowered and bright.  The two block walk from the train station to the office takes me past microcosms of world cultures in the form of independently owned restaurants and eateries... Turkish, Japanese, Chinese DimSum, Indian, Italian, Thai, Korean, Peruvian, Jewish, Mexican, and Greek.  I arrive at DITTO and meet my team that's similarly diverse.  Our brand color palette may be a minimal white and grey with pops of red, but we hail from Spain, India, Russia, Czech Republic, England, and not least, Midwestern America. 
http://instagr.am/p/JAelBYnwYp/
Light casts from between the blinds, illuminating an open space full of large white desks, enough computer parts lying around to make a head spin, and whiteboards tattooed with everything from webpage layout sketches, to packaging diagrams, brainstorming word webs, and what appears to me as ancient scrawls of scientific gibberish, equations, and formulas.  This space is home to a constant creative process; no voice is unheard and no stone unturned.

http://instagr.am/p/JQvOX8HwaZ/

This is what I look forward to each day, and I couldn't be more grateful for it.  More to come on DITTO's schtick and the rest of the day later this week.  Until then, you must patiently...
http://instagr.am/p/JOIx3DHwYy/
Love.