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Yet? Why Not?

28 April, 2013 Sunday // Life, Memoirs of a Loon

iconWell, look who has returned from another universe. Has it really been two years?
I will sum up what I’ve been up to in the past two years: university. I will be a third-year in the fall, which is disgustingly realistic. Where has all sense of time flown to? Don’t ask me.

I have been checking Naeolia regularly during the hiatus, tweaking, updating, and editing things here and there. I have grown very attached to this layout. I have murky inspiration for new versions but as of yet, nothing to surface.

A few days ago, I went through many of my affiliates, experiencing guilty pangs as I opened each site. I was surprised at the number of affies whose sites have changed greatly or disappeared altogether. I was also assured and relieved to find ones that are still active and more or less in the same vein as I last knew them. I will be making the blog rounds again shortly so I hope I’m remembered, even if it is by the slightest glimmerings of recollection.

xoxo
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Giant Pineapples On the Road

20 March, 2011 Sunday // Art, Life, Resources, Icons, Photography

iconChaac, the Mayan god of rain, has split the dam of the heavens over Los Angeles. It has been pouring on and off all day, since very early in the morning to now, evening. I love the rain, the sound and feeling of the earth washing clean are beautiful to me. But my heart also sickens to think of all the pollution that is swept into the ocean, the wastes of our urban civilization. This year has been unnatural in the amount of rain we have been receiving, but it is all for the best, since California has a water problem. How often does it rain where you live?
I cannot believe it is already the end of March. I think it has something to do with how busy I was this past week, but each day really did fly by. I know I write a lot about time and various sentiments I experience at specific moments, but it is what I like to write about the most—the quiet introspection. It calms me down and serves as a bookmark on a single page of my life. And when I say it here, it is helpful for me to see the post in the future and compare myself then.
To be honest, I am at a slight loss as to what I should discuss in these posts. I have never fancied calling this section of my website a “blog,” as much as “updates” (but I get shat upon by others if I say that :P ). I find many of the topics I could possibly talk about have already been blog fodder for others, not to mention topics I myself have commented on those very posts. I find no reason to repeat myself and when I do think of something (usually away from the computer, so I am not at liberty to immediately open up a page and start typing), by the time I get home, I change my mind because I dislike putting up half-formed thoughts that lead to a darkness I have yet to make out. Perhaps I shall come up with a list of things that interest me and see what I have to say about it, and what you may, too. ^^ Hmm…the environment, music,—ah! Right, for once, something I thought of earlier that is still valid.
I was taking a quiz on Blogthings, when I was given this question: Which would you rather live without—laughter or music? I mulled and mulled over that question and ultimately, it was the deciding factor in not completing that quiz and moving on to another. I would very much like to hear your answer or rambling thoughts. I still have not decided, because I think both objects are so delicately precious. One thing I thought of is, a deaf person cannot hear either, but they can see laughter and watch instruments playing. A mute person cannot laugh or sing but he or she can hear others’ laughter and music. A blind person can hear both but do not see the scene associated with them. I love laughing and I am a very humorous person, in the sense that I consider myself funny (not always, but I’ve got some funny bones under my skin) and I appreciate the humor of others. I am also a musician, bred since I was very young to enjoy, to play, and to sing music. I cannot imagine my life without music, but I also cannot imagine my life without the moments which made me cry tears of mirth and feel like my sides were going to split any second from laughing so hard. Of course, I would hope I never have to come to a point where I seriously have to make a decision between the two, but it is an interesting notion to entertain. Even the most bleak stories have a shred of one or the other and even the most tragic lives witness the presence of one or the other.
Regarding the title of this post, I was driving on the freeway last weekend and looked out the window and saw one of the many palm trees that dot the LA landscape. It was of the fat variety which look just like enormous pineapples. I now leave you with my latest art and new resources. :)

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