“By Your Hand” - Los Campesinos 

Warning: Listening to this song with earbuds scared me half to death. I was in the middle of my walk, sidewalk dancing, thinking of food and how apt this song is for many points in my life—possibly now—, when the speaking part (3:22) came on through the left earbud and gave me a start. I jumped, looked over my left shoulder like some kind of crazed lunatic before realizing, “Oh yeah, this is part of the song.” The second time I played it, I was mentally prepared for the moment but without fail, I scared myself again.

So, back to listening to this thing in speakers only! 

Hey, we’re almost done with school! One more exammmm! By the-finance-TA’s hand is the only end I foresee. I have been dreaming you’ll-give-me-nothing-short-of-a-B.

Easter panda fail

Easter panda fail

BOS -> IAD -> PEK -> KMG

Got my visa. Heading to China for 2 weeks. Working & playing. 

At the studio w/ @bijal7

At the studio w/ @bijal7

A little warm weather wistfulness on a cold wintry night. Dancing around to this in my living room right now. Clearly my last post was a little premature.

“Safe in LA” - Gold Motel

3/2/12 — 1:24am Filed under: #misc 
I remember back in my undergrad days in Chicago, my friend Sam would call a day like today as the first “hot day.” Hot being both for temperature and for the clothes people wore, or lack thereof, as they shed their winter skins. But that would usually be April, and we are still in late February!

I remember back in my undergrad days in Chicago, my friend Sam would call a day like today as the first “hot day.” Hot being both for temperature and for the clothes people wore, or lack thereof, as they shed their winter skins. But that would usually be April, and we are still in late February!

Commitment-phobia

As I’m getting older, it’s become clear that I am really responsible for my lack of commitments instead of the world conspiring against me. At the moment, this is crystalizing as I’m making my decisions about what to do over the summer. Even though I have the offer I was hoping to have, it seems impossible to actually sign myself away. The thought of, “But there could be something better?” keeps creeping in.

Ah, the problem of choice. 

Procrastination, complete (more or less). 

Procrastination, complete (more or less). 

Procrastination, an update.

Procrastination, an update.