It's So Cold

It would be miraculous if I could find someone without the painful effort. I don't want to have a crush again. This isn't worth it. 

Everything is always better in the morning, right?

Incestuous

places are uncomfortable; a hotel room, a school, a boat, an office...

anywhere you see the same people ad nausea. 

I want to be somewhere comforting like a park or a subway station.

I don't like cycles, and I often feel and unusual hunger for change, even when life is grand.

Today, I decided that I would like to own Photoshop, because I'm getting a bit more serious about digital photography. I want to own a DSLR.

The idea of being a traditionalist is attractive, and I will continue to work with film, but the infinite possibilities of digital photography/editing is too much to resist.

I'm happy that Thanksgivin' Break is here, as well.

My Own Worst Enemy

Self-sabotaging is never intentional but still has to do with choice. Choices are opinions. What defines a good choice? Taking part in something that brings instant gratification? Or engaging in something that "should" be done? Fuck, what defines something that "should" be done? 

You know that feeling where your stomach turns over because you feel like you're going to fall off your chair, but you somehow manage to catch yourself?

Saturday NIght and Denny's

Last night was-

Fog everywhere

Partay

VIP treehouse

Good people 

Black and Milds

Then a midnight breakfast with my friends at Denny's in Santa Ana.

Any day after a night of fun is never too good. I'm tired and I smell like smoke. I want to go back to sleep instead of doing a project that I left to the last minute.

This weekend was really really good, though. So I'm happy.

In Moderation

I was sitting outside the other day, and I saw the fattest pigeon.

He was fighting with a couple other pigeons over a crumb on the ground. The fat one was losing. In the end, he didn't get the crumb. 

Watching the scene made me think about taking too much. Doing anything impulsively and selfishly (in the pigeon's case, eating to the point of obesity) will eventually fuck you over. 

Monday.

Monday grabs you by the head, holds your eyelids open, and forces you to look at the rest of the week. No matter how much you groan and struggle, it keeps its grip. 

"Fortune" Cookies

I purchased some fortune cookies at the supermarket the other day.

They were unique, to say the least.

The cookies contained unusually strange, confusing, and sometimes disturbing fortunes.

My brother and I went through the entire box in two days, and there were at least fifteen cookies in the box. The sick feeling that followed was well worth it.

Many of the fortunes related to Popeye, the fictional sailor man.

Here are some samples:

"Even Popeye didn't eat his spinach until he had to."

"If you want to be like Popeye, then your girlfriend should be like Olive Oyl?" (Yes, posed as a question)

"We can learn from wise words, and less from wise guys."

"Only a true man can appreciate the simplicity of a child."

"Foot: a device used for finding furniture in the dark."

"This is not the end."

As stated by the last "fortune," this most definitely is not the end.

I will try to include some more of these periodically. 

Marine Science

I enjoy marine biology

Marine life is interesting to me. When you think of a fish, nothing strange probably comes to mind. Fish are pretty normal animals, aren't they?

That was a cuttlefish. They are particularly interesting to me. Strangely, these cephalopods aren't especially well-known sea critters. It seems that way to me, anyway. Whenever I bring them up in casual conversation, I usually am bombarded with questions. What do they look like? Where are they most commonly found? Wtf? etc etc.

My answer to these questions is simple. Cuttlefish are just like you and me.

"Simon! How could you?"

As a boy, I always imagined that fish in general lived little human-like lives. In other words, I imagined that they lived in communities, and that schools of fish were literally places that provided education. I of course knew that it wasn't true, but it was an entertaining idea nonetheless. "The Incredible Mr. Limpet" was one of my favorite movies when I was a kid, and was probably what sparked my interest.

Sometimes I really wish I were a fish.