god that was strange to see you again.

last night was spent arguing my point to person who i will never truly understand. it was not only necessary, but at this point, i believe i'm finally ready to stop ruminating over this topic and begin my processes of moving on. this is cryptic, and it is meant as such.

i've decided that this blog will no longer be kept to such limitations of either relating to positivity or change; instead, i will go on to post things that interest me—things that make me feel good about my life. or whatever i see fit to post.

i suppose i ought to explain myself. on saturday night, my parents took me out to buca di beppo, and to see the avengers afterwards. we sat at the bar where i snapped the top-left photo. when i get to a point in my life where interior decorating will become necessary, i wish to furnish my home with vintage italian curtains. before dinner, i sipped on an iced latte (top-right), while my parents enjoyed some wine. the bottom-left photo is still a mystery to me and my mother. we both didn't understand how a cat would ever be capable of smiling as such.

we saw the avengers (bottom-right photo), which was not particularly of my liking. i'm not one for action films; by the end of the fight scenes, i was literally exhausted. it's my fault for being so boring and spending my time watching obscure documentaries. twas quite a great flick, however, i just don't think i'd see it more than once. captain america is breathtaking, but the man who plays the hulk...

i'll just stop there.

the next day, this happened:

the man you see here is sir dane neves. dane recently composed a short film entitled "poison apple", which is a take on the story of snow white from the poison apple's perspective. i had performed slam poetry for one of dane's events for 'olelo, and he contacted me to fill in for some of the character voices. it was a different experience, quite, but i'm grateful for the opportunity to be involved in such a project. i will be able to see the movie at preview events/film festivals once it has been completed. many thanks to dane for making this possible.

finally. my sunday night ended with this goodness:

before sleeping, i spent a bit of time listening to the beach boys' rarities lp. bless those wonderful black disks and the charm/fairy dust they bring to analog listening. sometimes, one just needs to listen to the beach boys crooning beatles' tunes—or singing "the lord's prayer" in five-part harmony—in order to realize how lucky they truly are. had a moment of ease last night. things will be alright.

dear future rick. don't delete your past posts. you will regret this eventually.