The Latest ↓ Updates on Mondays.
My mom being my mom. Love her so much.
Haven’t had an in-unit washer and dryer in seven years. That’s a quarter of my life! Even back then though, the washer only worked if we ran the garden hose to it, and the dryer didn’t dry as much it just spun stuff around for an hour. College.
Anyways, we’ve now acquired this prestigious city living status, and I gotta say, it’s a beautiful thing.
Maybe my favorite in Downtown LA.
Words from Mark Borchardt, an unusual source of wisdom that reminded me how poorly I balance what’s important.
I chip away at the integrity of my ambitions to maintain meaningful relationships, and chip away at my meaningful relationships to maintain my ambitions. Sounds balanced, but it never is. Always leaning too much one way or the other. I just can’t find it.
It could be argued that I want too much. But is there such a thing as too much, if one is willing to do the work?
I really don’t know.
The fine and talented people I work with, standing on the observatory deck of the beautiful building we work in. Beers, margaritas, the sun and the sky. Not a bad workday.
I grow a beard every year, from the first of winter, to the first of spring. It’s a reminder that even though I live somewhere without black and white seasons, the days still pass.
Easy to get lost in all this sun.
She loves snow, and I love her, so up the mountain we went.
