Tomb Raiders . . . - Feature Photos

Tomb Raiders . . . - Feature Photos

Much needed solo explorations

Today was a sucessful recovery mission. It consisted of reading the latest Dig, homework, church, au bon pan, an aimless city walk, purchase of a used david bowie live CD recorded in July 1974, lobster roll, vanilla frosty, donating to charity. Much needed alone/mental thinking time= success! It reminded me of the time I walked from Brian's friend Brad house in West Hollywood to my car located about 5 miles away. I spent the entire day shopping around and walking aimlessly. That was about a week before I left, and I really got to take in more of the hollywood scene and score some thrifty discount finds.


I also stumbled upon a drum store that offers lessons tonight- score!


As for tomorrow, Happy Columbus Day.

Much needed solo explorations

Today was a sucessful recovery mission. It consisted of reading the latest Dig, homework, church, au bon pan, an aimless city walk, purchase of a used david bowie live CD recorded in July 1974, lobster roll, vanilla frosty, donating to charity. Much needed alone/mental thinking time= success! It reminded me of the time I walked from Brian's friend Brad house in West Hollywood to my car located about 5 miles away. I spent the entire day shopping around and walking aimlessly. That was about a week before I left, and I really got to take in more of the hollywood scene and score some thrifty discount finds.


I also stumbled upon a drum store that offers lessons tonight- score!


As for tomorrow, Happy Columbus Day.

I just read the latest TIME cover story, entitled The Secret Letter From Iraq, by the way of cnn.com. It offers, "straightforward account of life in Iraq by a Marine officer was initially sent just to a small group of family and friends. His honest but wry narration and unusually frank dissection of the mission contrasts sharply with the story presented by both sides of the Iraq war debate, the Pentagon spin masters and fierce critics. Perhaps inevitably, the "Letter from Iraq" moved quickly beyond the small group of acquaintances and hit the inboxes of retired generals, officers in the Pentagon, and staffers on Capitol Hill. Time’s Sally B. Donnelly first received a copy three weeks ago but only this week was able to track down the author and verify the document's authenticity. The author wishes to remain anonymous but has allowed us to publish it here — with a few judicious omissions." [TIME]

I encourage everyone to read it, no matter what your opinions are of the current war. It really offers a non-politically charged true glimpse into the military action in Iraq that the media in this country completely fail at supplying us.


In other news, fall weather has finally made its debut here in the bean. Chilly noses, turbo winds, and changing of the leaves in the Fens have emerged from hiding. I hope to make my way home in the next couple of weeks to visit the folks and see the true New England autumn that I do adore. Here's to pumpkin pie! Apple cider! and yes, hesitantly, sweater weather.

Invisible Children

Today I viewed a film that I had been meaning to see for a while. It now ranks as one of my top documentaries, right up there with Born Into Brothels. Very Inspiring, definitly check out their inspiration and mission at Invisiblechildren.com


It truely made me feel so terribly spoiled and fortunate in this life given. We(american citizens) all are. Sure, some of us be more financially well off than others, but the true quality of life difference between us and residents of the african continent are astounding. I hope I never complain about my pitty problems ever again. It makes me feel TOO spoiled. Here I am with a very expensive university education about to be complete, and every worry and sadness I have felt is nothing compared to the pain these 'invisible children' feel every single day. But, I don't blame myself or the rest of our country for living this way, we didn't know better. We are told in school about how bad things 'used to be.' Little did I know. We inadvertently joke and tell our youngsters to 'eat their vegtables, there are starving kids in africa.' Now I know.

goodbye, summer.

The inevitable "flip-flop" tan which graced my feet this summer is slowly fading away. And with it, sunny skies and a feeling of contempt. Why is it when I'm finally comfortable somewhere, it's time for me to up and go? It rained yesterday. All day. I debuted my umbrella to the outdoors. It's funny, I bought that umbrella the second day I was in Los Angeles, and it didn't see harsh weather until today. I don't know what I find more humorous, the fact that I bought an umbrella preparing for the storm in sunny california that never came, or that the storm I was anticipating made it's mark here, at 'home', in Boston.

I know there are many positive things going on here for me. This is my last academic year for a while, possibly ever. I've been performing in Improv far better than I had before. I genuinely enjoy my job. But something's missing. It's the emotional chip. I've never felt more alone in my ways.

Welcome to the world of a unintentional nomad. The changing of leaves has begun, and I'm entering the world of unknown this winter. I invite you to join me. No one knows what will be tomorrow, or in the next hour for that matter. Here's to wishful thinking.

Happy Monday