Is not this the true romantic feeling - not to desire to escape life, but to prevent life from escaping you?

(a quote from author Tom Wolfe, and a question everyone should ask themselves everyday)

I know in this past month, with working two jobs and stressed about money. I have the desire to escape life... but my life is truly beautiful, I need to find my happiness again.. to enjoy each day. This quote just made me realize that I indeed let life escape me.........

Xavier Rudd Concert

Saw Xavier Rudd in concert for the first time last night... his instrument playing ability is simply amazing and his lyrics stick to my heart.

If I have to serve one more tall, 1/4 sugar free vanilla, half soy, half skim, 2 shots regular, 1 shot decaf, with foam on top latte... to another non appreciative customer i'm going to blow my fucking head off!

just had to get that out, i'm so tired of customer service, no.. actually i'm just tired of people in general.
I think I will just go high into the mountains and live off the land.. where there is only the sound of the trees blowing in the wind and the hum of my own voice.

Chapter Heading by Ernest M. Hemingway

For we have thought the longer thoughts
And gone the shorter way.
And we have danced to devils’ tunes,
Shivering home to pray;
To serve one master in the night,
Another in the day.

Just got a new job...

It's a quaint little latin bistro called AGAVE.

stay tuned :)

Where the Sidewalk ends...

There is a place where the sidewalk endsAnd before the street begins,And there the grass grows soft and white,And there the sun burns crimson bright,And there the moon-bird rests from his flightTo cool in the peppermint wind.Let us leave this place where the smoke blows blackAnd the dark street winds and bends.Past the pits where the asphalt flowers growWe shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,And watch where the chalk-white arrows goTo the place where the sidewalk ends.Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,For the children, they mark, and the children, they knowThe place where the sidewalk ends.


The author is Shel Silverstein and I found this book today, I have not read it since I was a kid... I love his poetry.

There is something about old book stores that is so charming...

The way it smells, the worn edges, all the classics, or books just waiting to be discovered for the first time.

I found myself wanting to skip all the errands I needed to do today and just plop myself down in a chair with a cup of joe and read all day long.