Still Here

Still in California, Still Alive.
There’s just something about grad school that kills my urge to write.
Ocean Beach
But I’ll be traveling a lot in the upcoming months. A research trip to DC in November, a short family visit to Utah in early December, and then an indefinite relocation to Southeast Asia. So here’s hoping life gets a little more interesting.

Pumpkin Festival

I went to the Half Moon Bay Pumpkin Festival this afternoon. It was a nice escape from the daily routine, but the whole affair had an “end of the Roman Empire” vibe I found a little hard to shake.

Scenes from the Pumpkin Pie eating contest.

May Day

Some photos from the May Day march in San Francisco



More, and more to come, on my flickr account

Marlena’s

The (semi)final cut of my series on the drag show at Marlena’s Bar in Hayes Valley:


Check out a few more from the series on my flickr acount

New Year’s Eve

The Sun Sets on 2007

from my back porch. 
(Squint and you can see the Golden Gate Bridge)

From my bedroom window.
Happy New Year everyone. More posts in 2008.

Winter


Winter 2001: Minnehaha falls, frozen. Me, so acclimated I’m not even wearing gloves.

I’m not going to pretend there aren’t things about California that make me want to spit nails. People, for example, who actually think talking about chakras is a reasonable way to chat me up. Or endless discussions about feelings that never actually seem to result in people saying what they’re feeling. Or being asked what my spirit animal is (actually, that happened in Washington, but you get the idea).

Numerous other things reconfirm that, at least when it comes to interpersonal communication, I’m East Coast to the core.
But then I read about the crazy ice storms gripping the Midwest, and remember the terrible things Midwestern winters did to my head, and realize how much worse I could have it. Which, come to think of it, is one of the few things the Midwest is consistently good for.
I’m trying to make a point of spending some time everyday barefoot on my backporch, looking at the hills across the bay, and appreciating civilized weather.

Angel Island

Angel Island. {Clearly} not by me


The eucalyptus grove — my favorite place on the UC Berkeley campus.
I wish these photos could capture the smell of sunlight hitting the leaves drying on the forest floor.

walking home, bone tired, the air tastes of rosemary
this city has its own consolations

Writer’s block. A fancy word for procrastination?
I just know that I’m having to rip every single word of the article I’m working on out of me like I’m pulling a tooth.
I often wonder if everybody sometimes hates doing the things they love quite as much as I do.
I spent some time this afternoon biking around, trying to clear my head. I think it’s going to be good for me to live in a place where I have easy access to open water. It always makes me feel less nuts. Even in Manila, I would go down to the bay when I felt like I couldn’t handle the city any longer. It’s still polluted and congested, but if you close your eyes and listen to the water against the rocks, you can almost forget




This is actually probably the most awkward shot I took of the bridge, but the only one that came out reasonably in focus. I’m excited that I’ll have access to fancy professional digital slr cameras once the semester starts!