Monday, July 23, 2012

The sharp, fierce edge pierces the red sphere, slicing it into pieces. I gently pick it up, place it in a bowl, and bite. The light, filling juiciness assures me. And, most of all, it taste good.

So much an apple can do :)

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

What is hello?
It is a h, e, l, l, and an o.
It is a composition of various letters composing a word.
It is a gesture that says "welcome".
It is a greeting.
It is a way to approach someone.

It is the opposite of goodbye.

Hello.

Goodbye.
 Summer is finally here. Well, it was a while ago but still.

The heat is both relaxing and, well, quite HOT.

As I think about temperature, I think about seasons. Where I live we have all of them. Spring transforming into summer, summer to fall, then fall to the chills of winter.
If someone asks me the question, "would you rather live in a place where it is always cold or where it is always hot?", I would say cold. To me, there is a sense of comfort and warmth when I cozy up under a blanket in the winter. It feels good.

But now it is summer, and I am welcoming the heat to nourish and calm my body, day by day. I am in Cape Cod. Here there is an excellent balance of heat, and of course various bodies of water to keep cool in. Each day so far we have gone to a different pool of water; on Monday a place to swim, to play paddle board, and to skim board; on Tuesday a private and wonderful pond (Spectacle Pond (I like the name, let that be noted) ), and today to Duck Pond, where we caught some frogs and saw huge tadpoles!

What I like about Cape Cod is that I have that feeling of nature, trees, ponds, oceans, wildlife, but still that assuring feeling of civilization around you. And with the adventures I am having, the places I am swimming, the food :) I am eating, and, of course, the deep sleep I am getting, I am finally on vacation!

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Social Connections
I think my father found this on the internet, but it's pretty cool.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Yesterday I went with my family to the MoMA to see the show on Cindy Sherman. It was a walk through gallery where you saw various pictures of the same person, Cindy Sherman, modeling/acting different personas. Museums always have the same effect on a kid, you know, but this exhibit was actually pretty cool. I like acting a lot, and in these photos, in each one she is acting, trying to portray different scenarios herself. I liked that. Here are some photos:

Friday, April 27, 2012


“When you’re ready, plug yourself into a power source.”

“Life has no limits or breakpoints or finish lines. Life is only the new step to continuing: to keep going.”
“It is okay for a work of fiction to still be in the hands with the pen. It becomes a process not quite finished, only ready to go on.”

“Beauty is beneath. Beneath is under. Under is…”

“Anything can be connected to anything. You just have to make the connection.”

“Your imagination is a facet of yourself. Treat it with respect.”
“See, over there? It’s storming; a fierce rain is erupting. But notice over there? The sun is shining, and it’s a beautiful day.
Chose where you are. It’s all a conception.”
“Thoughts are just the thoughts of other thoughts.”

“You don’t have to ‘think again’. If that’s what you think, anyhow…”
“Today is the tomorrow of yesterday. And if tomorrow is the future, then so is today.”

“Everyone is a strong, invincible phantom, and can conquer anything. They just have to want to.”
“No one is born a genius. No one is born a certain way. One adapts to themself, in a process I’m pretty sure we call ‘life’.”

“How are you today? The answer is your choice.”

“It’s hard to keep going. It’s hard to keep your pen on your paper. And it’s hard to keep your tank full of gas. But you’ve got to. Because in the end, when the end comes around, you’ll realize your accomplishment and be proud of it. And that’s a feeling that most certainly want to have.”

Monday, April 23, 2012

I had my piano lesson today, and it felt very good to play. It's just that feeling of, of satisfaction, of relaxation, of endearment.
It was a rough day, and despite how well or not I played during my lesson, I enjoyed forgetting about my feelings and entering the world of music.
My dad had showed me a bunch of piano performances, and some of those players were fascinatingly beautifully excellent. But what I take away from that is not that I am no good at piano, is not that there are thousands of better musicians out their than me, but is that piano is such a deep, expressive instrument I have levels to explore.