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 I love staring at the ocean, particularly around sunset and well into the night, and at the night's sky. Something about their infiniteness pulls me. I fall into the abyss, lost in the darkness, lost in my thoughts. The other night, I plopped myself down and stared into the night's sky. The stars twinkled at me as I silently mouthed the constellations to myself. With my hands propped behind my head, I relaxed into a slow and steady breath. The sounds of the night filled my ears and a small breeze danced around me, causing me to shiver. I wish I could say that I had this amazing revelation or that suddenly, everything became clear. But really, all I can say is that it was a moment of peace, a moment of calming solitude. And in this crazy world we live in, I think it was everything I could ask for.
—Sunday, August 31, 2008 3 comments The night's sky
 That, my friends, is my new cell phone. That's right, I got the limited edition Dark Knight cell phone, aka the Batphone. I'm already nerdy as it is, but this has definitely launched me into the upper stratum of the nerdosphere. It's just a normal phone except it comes preloaded with Batman stuff! It's so awesome! I think I've played the Joker laugh way too many times now. Plus, with the logo emblazoned on the back, I feel almost like a superhero getting ready to leap into action whenever my phone rings...
—Wednesday, August 27, 2008 2 comments Batphone
 Does anyone ever get a little... nostalgic when you upgrade or buy a new cell phone? It's like your soon to be old one was a great friend all those years: the phone calls you had, the texts you received, the voicemails that made you smile... (I'm completely romanticizing the cell phone.) I'm due for my free upgrade, and I went ahead and paid a little extra for a pretty cool phone. I look at my current one now, and I can't help but feel bad. I had accidentally dropped it a few weeks ago (slipped right outta my pocket), and the screen blanked out on me for a day or two. It recuperated well enough to function again. See, that just makes me not want to let go of this phone. The fact that it overcame hard times to keep on fighting! For me! The loyalty! The courage! The fight! The triumph! (I watched the Lord of the Rings trilogy again this past weekend, can you tell?) I keep all my cell phones mainly because of the text messages I've saved (I'll write them all down one day), and also just in case my current one craps out on me, I'll have a back up. That'll be 2 cell phones kept; my new one arrives tomorrow. I'm excited, but also sad. My old one will be turned off and, well... it'll be okay, I tell myself. It'll be okay. Oh, cell phones.
—Monday, August 25, 2008 0 comments Goodbye, cell phone
 - Going to the End of the Line - 2008 Olympics Opening Ceremony - Great Olympics moments on YouTube - The Trolls Among Us - Hamlet (Facebook News Feed Edition) - What Britney Spears Really Sounds Like On Stage (cover your ears) (Previously: Lists, part 14)
—Saturday, August 23, 2008 1 comment Lists, part 15
 Aw, thanks for the birthday wishes everyone! I feel loved on the intarwebs. If you're wondering, I had a very low-key birthday. It's kinda what I do every year; I just chill out and have a day to myself. What does Jim Gaffigan say? Ah yes, there's so much pressure in society to have a good time on your birthday. Everyone at work kept asking what I was doing afterwards and if I wanted to go out with them. But I just shrugged and said, "I'm just going to chill out..." Which brings me to... Confession: I don't drink. Yes, I'm certainly of age, and yes, it's by choice. I understand it outcasts me from a lot of things, and I'm okay with that. It's not to say I'm uncomfortable around alcohol-- you can have it around me, I don't care. I'll just be sipping water all night long, and I'll still have a good time! Anyway, I'm not quite sure how I fell into it, but I did. Maybe all that education and pledging to be "alcohol and drug free" as a kid really stuck with me or I just watched too many Behind the Music episodes. Nah, I wouldn't call myself "straight edge," 'cause if someone told me that this wine goes amazing with this dish, then okay. I'll have a sip here and there. But otherwise... (shrugs) It's just how I am. I'm never sure how people react when I say this. Sometimes it's "That's cool" and other times it's "Seriously? What do you do?"
—Thursday, August 21, 2008 3 comments Aw, thanks.
 Already? Happy birthday, me. Here's to another year older... (Previously: 2007)
—Wednesday, August 20, 2008 9 comments Happy birthday, me
 Inspired by the polaroids and beautiful softness of film shots on my Flickr stream lately, I've recently decided to shoot on film again. I haven't held a film camera in a very long time. I've since forgotten my bearings with the camera and consequently, my first roll was full of blurry shots and mishaps but all with wonderful colors. I liked it a lot. I'm determined to find a rhythm again, in both film and digital. So here I go...
—Saturday, August 16, 2008 1 comment Misadventures with film
 I find it easier to be friends with guys than girls. I only have a few female friends... well, actually, now that I think about it, I really only have one close female friend. I'm not sure what it is, but maybe I just value that honesty and straightforwardness. Guys are pretty blunt about things, which I like for some reason. Plus, they give good hugs. (Always a bonus.) Or maybe it was a childhood thing. My first friend and best friend was a boy (Colin!) and from there, I guess it just kind of stuck with me.
—Tuesday, August 12, 2008 2 comments For my homies
 Driving along, I spotted a rabbit laying in the middle of the road. As I drew closer, I was saddened: the hind legs of the rabbit had been flattened by a car, gluing it to the ground. But the front was fine, and I saw the rabbit looking at its hind legs, struggling to move out of danger. It was sad and odd all at the same time. It was like watching a disembodied hand run around. So I pulled my car to the side, dodged traffic and knelt beside the rabbit. It looked at me, helplessly and I looked back, hopeful. I assessed the injury and ran back to my car, grabbing some spare paper towels, a side of a cardboard box and plastic bags from the trunk. I went back, donned the plastic bags as my gloves, and gently scooted the side of the cardboard box beneath the flattened hind legs. It was a terrible mess, but I managed to gingerly move the rabbit onto the box. After making sure the rabbit was securely on the box (I said, "Are you okay, bud?" It just looked at me, wide-eyed; I took that as a yes), I placed a paper towel over the damage and carefully made my way safely away from traffic. But none of this happened. I couldn't save the rabbit. By the time I had pulled to the side, I saw in my rearview mirror the inevitable: a massive SUV, oblivious to anything on the road, barreled right over it. "Damn it," I cursed to myself. "God damn it."
—Sunday, August 10, 2008 2 comments Save the rabbit
 If I say, "I love you," it means that I love you no matter what. Always. If I say, "I'm in love with you," it means that I want to be with you. It may not be always, it may be for a little, it may be forever. So which is it? One, both, or none?
—Wednesday, August 6, 2008 So which is it?
 What makes a person "good"? What makes a person "bad"?
—Friday, August 1, 2008 2 comments Morality
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