30 November 2008

tis the season
we just couldnt help ourselves!
chop down a christmas tree

28 November 2008


last night after a wonderful thanksgiving dinner w Stephanie and her family, Stephanie and I decided to go to our favorite movie theater, at E st, to see Milk. It is the story of California's first openly gay elected official, Harvey Milk, a San Francisco supervisor who was assassinated along with Mayor George Moscone by San Francisco Supervisor Dan White.

The film was very emotional and encouraging. It really made me realize how lucky i am to have been born into a time where i am free to be open and not patronized for being gay. of course there is a lot more progress that has to be made to completely overcome the prejudice but we have made such great strides bc of men like Harvey Milk who took the initiative to fight for his rights and bring together ppl to shamelessly rally, protest, and stand up for who they are.

It also showed me that it is never too late to make a change or do something to be proud of with your life. never give up, and always be excited about who you are and what we can accomplish in this part of history. all of us were born into this generation for a reason and it is good to be alive.

24 November 2008

every morning the old man that lives across the street sifts through the grocery cart he stores in his front yard. i don't know the reason, but it intrigues me more each day that i see him. does he get up early to push it around the neighborhood collecting cans- or is it something more interesting? what is he looking for?

the woman next door to our right has a Pomeranian named angel. her and Lady have become very fond of each other- running back and forth along the fence. even though she thinks its acceptable to plant silk flowers- she has had the neatest lawn on the block this fall; she makes her son rake every other day it seems. her yard is not grass- only clovers. there is also an umbrella carrying frog in the middle. there must be a 4-leaf clover in there somewhere, and sometimes i think about sneaking over to find it.

the family to our left is a younger bunch. there are always kids on their front porch- who knows which ones actually live there. but thanks to our thin walls we get to listen in on their arguments along w the bass on their stereos. the mother seems to always be yelling at someone. the husband tried to get our roommate to sleep with him.

our house also lies on one side of a 'speed bump' so we get the pleasure of watching and hearing ppl bottom out their cars every few minutes.

ive gotten to know the familiar faces around here. every night when i walk to work i see the same homeless ppl. they don't ask me for change any more. we just smile and say hello to each other like its been years. my favorite is the older light skinned black man in the wheel chair w blue eyes. i wonder what his story is.

17 November 2008

“ There are always connections between people, things to admire in people, trust that goes unnoticed, small kindnesses, shared silences. There is always so much to see, and there is always so much to feel. ”
Asia writes love letters

06 November 2008

what an amazing time to be alive. we have made history and im glad to be apart of it. so proud of virginia for going blue for the first time in 44 years! even though i didnt get to vote i saw the whole thing through. i got to go with stephanie and connect the arrows and they even gave me an i voted sticker :) later, a bunch of us went to sticky rice to watch the victory unfold on the big screen. it was an exciting night and the streets of dc were full of happy riots. we drank and cheered and celebrated for this change we greatly need for our country. and what a lot of ppl never thought possible - happened. and it happened by a landslide. the next day everyone was smiling. there has been a shift in the atmosphere full of joy, full of relief. (we're camping out for the inauguration)

04 November 2008

last night was one of my favorite nights w you. i could smell the winter creeping up on us. i was imagining all the places we will go, as each plane flew overhead. holding your hand makes me feel safe. it makes me feel loved. and when we sat on the edge of the dock, us 3, it felt complete.

and no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do