When I was little, we used to visit my mom’s parents at a house on the coast of California that the family called The Brown House. It may surprise you to hear, but the entire exterior of the house was indeed brown. As the youngest in the family, and the most compact, it was my … Continue reading calamari…
Category: babble
progress and apologies…
I’m toward the end of an interview process for a role I wasn’t looking for, but that regardless of the outcome, I’m super glad I went for. It’s been the most transparent and thoughtful hiring process I’ve ever been a part of. But I am me, and even the most transparent and excellent hiring process … Continue reading progress and apologies…
something I’d never do…
Yesterday, as I was leaving the very same coffee shop I’m sitting in right now, I crossed the street in the middle of the block. There were cars coming, but they were slowed by traffic. I could have walked to the corner. I should have walked to the corner. I know that. And on any … Continue reading something I’d never do…
lost: one plain light pink leather journal…
Things don’t always go according to plan. Not even the good plans. Not even the plans with color-coding and optimism and a little internal gold star. It’s nothing personal. It’s just a fact of life. Though sometimes the thing not going according to plan is the spark that nudges your entire life onto a different … Continue reading lost: one plain light pink leather journal…
trying not to tilt…
At some point fairly recently I finally acknowledged that a fair portion of my completely exhausting myself before noon has nothing to do with effort and everything to do with momentum. If I wake up with nothing structured or enforced ahead of me, I will either absolutely, deeply, fully do nothing… or I’ll ricochet from … Continue reading trying not to tilt…
poems lost between midnight and morning…
Last night, as my mind was grasping at straws for a reason to be awake, it started narrating the pain flaring in my lower back and hips. Turning it into words. Into poetry. Little visual metaphors born from the feeling of pain itself. My mind screamed about it long enough that I finally picked up … Continue reading poems lost between midnight and morning…
No One Sees the Dial
I started the morning with a video a friend sent me. In it, a guy was talking about his workout attitude. He had been all-or-nothing. If he couldn’t do it perfectly, he wouldn’t do it at all. That hit me. Hard. I’ve been circling around this idea for years: literal thinking, binary thinking, the trap … Continue reading No One Sees the Dial
Creature Report: Entry 007 — Fortified
I took the nameless Labubu down into the office to co-work with Tam and me. First-time visitor. He was unimpressed by the desk setup but immediately glued himself to the big screen where Animal Crossing was running. Watching tiny digital villagers fish and sweep their little islands seemed to delight him. Or maybe he was … Continue reading Creature Report: Entry 007 — Fortified
Creature Report: Entry 006 — Protection Field Engaged
Just enough time for an update before I wander out into the rain-glow that makes me love this city. Labubu is less thrilled. He’s sulking because Rick insists he be “secured” in public, allegedly to protect him from Labubu snatchers. Which is funny, because I was under the impression Rick didn’t even like him... Day … Continue reading Creature Report: Entry 006 — Protection Field Engaged
Creature Report: Entry 004 – They’re Heeeeere
It finally happened. After weeks of delay, incantations disguised as order confirmations, and whispered pleas into the void of tracking numbers… two of the creatures arrived. But not by mail. Not by courier. Not even via Pop Mart drop. They were hand-delivered by my internet fairy godfather at the sweetest little coffee shop on the … Continue reading Creature Report: Entry 004 – They’re Heeeeere