"I'm not young enough to know everything."

-Oscar Wilde

Sweet Dreams

 {via hitRECord}

Tutoring 101

I recently picked up a tutoring job to support the writing and it's turned out to be one of the best part-time jobs I could ask for because I get to teach (mostly) charming little kids who provide amazing dialogue gems:

Freckles
6-year-old Aidan is a precious little kid with freckles all over his face who gets confronted by Little Boy #2:

Little Boy #2: What's wrong with your face?

Aidan: What do you mean?

Little Boy #2: Why are there dots all over it?

Aidan: They're called freckles. They're what make me so adorable.

Reading
6-year-old Zane pitches me an idea:

Zane: Can I, can I, can I read out silent?

Me: You mean out loud?

Zane: No, I mean out silent.

Me: Oh, you mean you want to read silently to yourself?

Zane: Nooo, I want to read out but I don't want you to hear me.

Here's to You, Mrs. Chen

Grace with Erika and me, the maids of honor charged with "keepin' it classy" during the trip.

 

Last weekend was an epic road trip to Vegas. My dear friend Grace is getting married and we marked her last days as a single lady with some preeetty interesting events that went something like this...

-Piled 9 girls into a massive white van, only to drive to Barstow and park next to another massive white van stuffed with 9 guys on their way to a bachelor party. Quote from one of the guys: "How about we do a trade. Three of you girls in our van and three of us guys in your van. Deal?" No deal.

-Snuck 18 girls into the Aria suite, which immediately became strewn with clothes, makeup, shoes, a blow-up doll of Richard, candy necklaces, goofy glasses, nicknamed sashes given to each girl by Grace, truth or dare cards, and enough alcohol to fill a liquor store. Quote from Erika: "Whose panties are these?"

-Drank and danced all of Friday night at Haze...literally. We all pooped out by midnight. Quote from a few girls after 15 minutes inside: "We lost Grace! Where's Grace?" "Oh, she's upstairs." (Thirty minutes pass with us going up to the second floor of Haze looking for her.) "Ohhhh, when you said upstairs, you meant in the hotel room upstairs."

-Got pimped out at the Liquid Pool Party to an Australian guy sitting alone in a cabana with a zoot suit hanging on the wall. Strangest scenario ever. There's no quote for this one because we high-tailed it out of there.

-Dined at Mix in Mandalay Bay, where Tammy worked her charms and got herself a customized dessert...unfortunately, she couldn't save herself from the cold zucchini soup. Quote from Tammy: "What is this? Where's the bacon? There needs to be some bacon in here!"

-Took a separate van home with Nadia where a crazy man wearing white pants with mysterious stains all over them squeezed in next to us and proceeded to have this outburst about 90 minutes into the car ride:

Crazy man: "Driver! Stop the van! There's no oxygen in here!" 

Driver: "Huh?"

Crazy man: "Really, I smell carbon monoxide! I can smell it! We need to stop the van!"

Me and Nadia: "Actually, carbon monoxide is odorless."

Crazy man: (silence the rest of the ride home.)

The End.

My Sister Made Carrot Cake Cupcakes

 ...and they were sooo delicious! Best part? The entire thing is fat-free, vegan, and made with whole wheat. And no, it doesn't taste like cardboard. They're sweet and moist and perfect. Go here if you'd like to make your own batch. Yum!

Welcome to Elderland

What will the future look like for the elderly? A cute cartoon take on a fictional 2035 community from the talented journalists of Columbia News 21...

Otherworldly Desires

{via The Undesirable}

Conversations With My Hairdresser

Courtesy of a 33-year-old male we'll call J.

J: Let me guess, you don't have a boyfriend.

Me: Oh, actually, I do.

J: Really? I would've never guessed.

Me: Why's that?

J: Just looking at you, I was so sure you wouldn't have a boyfriend.

Me: .........................

J: I just spotted a couple of gray hairs. You're thinking too much. Stop it.

J: Blegh, I hate reading.

Me: Maybe you haven't found the right books.

J: You're right, I've been meaning to get into self-help.

J: You wanna be a writer? That's it? You don't wanna be on TV or something that's more worth your time?

J: I get the sense that you're a very calm and relaxed girl. But then sometimes I sense there's an animal inside ready to claw its way out whenever it feels like it.

Touring With Sketchbooks

The Sketchbook Project is more than a year old but I just found out about it now (there's a lot of news out there) and I love it. How amazing would it be to be a part of this??

Flying Pictures

“I think what appealed to me about flying is that I shouldn’t be able to do it, but through photography it is possible." -Daniel Gordon

{via Photo Booth: The New Yorker}

When Kanye's Tweets Become The New Yorker's Captions

 

{via Josh Cagan}

Teenage Dream, Indeed

we can dance until we die
you and I
we'll be young forever.
(Thank you, Katy Perry.)

I'll Never Tire of Stop Motion

...especially when they're this fantastic:

A Necessary Ingredient

“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities.” -Dr. Seuss

So True.

{via Stuff No One Told Me}

Jonsi

This is a pretty awesome cover of MGMT's "Time to Pretend" by Jonsi:

Cedric Bihr

I love Cedric Bihr for his ethereal, enduring photographs:

You Can Take the Girl Out of Norms, but...

You can never take Norms out of this girl.

Today, after an exhausting morning of cleaning house--which included scrubbing tubs, wiping windows, and vacuuming--my parents and I went to Norms for lunch. For those who hate Norms, and I know you're out there, I can see why it might seem very unappealing. 

For starters, the crowd can be a little kooky. At any mealtime, you're bound to be eating with some interesting folk such as 

A) those who don't mind wearing their pjs and slippers out in public 

B) old couples who look really cute but then make you feel kind of sad because you realize they're chewing their food in silence and looking into space 

C) rowdy teenagers out to quell drunk cravings

D) bikers. 

Second, the restaurants are kind of old. No matter which Norms you go to, you walk in and feel like it's 1970, and not exactly in the groovy sense. And lastly, the food can be really hit or miss, i.e. on Friday you might say "These onion rings are soooooo good!" and on Saturday you might say, "These onion rings taste like they've been left outside for a week and some pigeons pooped on them." 

But you know what? I love Norms because, for me, it feels like coming home. Everybody is really nice, there's never a wait, it's insanely cheap, NEVER CLOSES, and you can tuck yourself into a cozy leather booth and just sit back and relax. There's no pretension, no menu on the item you're not sure how to pronounce, and nothing but all the comfort food you can order. Everything just feels so easy. Not to mention I've practically grown up there. When I was kid, I would get balloon animals on Tuesday nights, then after dinner it would be off to play that one game with the claw, or to put in a quarter for some temporary tattoo stickers of cupcakes and unicorns. Years ago, when our Thanksgiving dinner plans somehow went awry, our family sat down to a feast at Norms. Adam and I have occasional dates there and they're awesome. And since high school until now, I've lost count of how many times I've found myself hungry at 2AM after a late night out. The unanimous decision (and among so many different groups of friends)? Norms! 

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Today, I sat across from my parents and watched them dig into steak, shrimp, and potatoes, and a massive strawberry shortcake. It's an image I've grown up with--sitting with the family, having a casual meal while making remarks about the interesting people around us. And while the years continue to go by and we've all grown up, that place is an experience that never gets old.

Lost Things

This is such a beautiful stop motion and an equally beautiful song.

Noodle Doodle

This is how dinner at Macaroni Grill for Dina's birthday begins...

how it continues with two happy girls: Dina (who created her own pasta) and Noor (who satisfied her picky palate with a cheese pizza)...

and this is how dinner at Macaroni Grill for Dina's birthday ends.

Food With Friends

(Everybody loves Ali)

These past couple of weeks have been so much fun thanks to two things: friendship and food. Cases in point...

-A five-hour dinner with Allie and birthday girl Grace at Tokyo Table in Irvine, where they actually serve sushi pizza (!). I remember thinking, Oh no, another "fusion" item makes its way onto the menu. Well, I totally took it back once the waitress described it as a nice hot serving of baked sushi rolls (with no cheese, by the way). It was delicious and unique and I'm still thinking about it! Afterward, we chatted about weddings and The Bachelorette for a good three hours as only the FV girls know how to do :)

-Then on Thursday, it was more sushi, this time with Jackie and Jake in the form of a 3-hour dinner at Kabuki where FAR TOO MANY embarrassing stories were revealed. And somehow Jake Kilroy managed to leave without a single story to his name, which, if you're reading this right now Jake, I'm going to demand that we invite Rex Bang to dinner next time so that we can even the score.

-And lastly, I went to BJs on Monday night to say an epic goodbye to my dear friend Ali, who's going off to med school in Colorado to be a smartypants. We stayed up until 3 AM talking about life and destiny and only with Ali can you talk for that long and that late into the night and not feel a bit tired. I'm going to really miss that guy!

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Anyway, sometimes this whole writing business can be so lonely, but getting to have such quality time with my wonderful friends is so reinvigorating. I distinctly remember thinking at each one of these meals, I feel so alive right now. Is that completely corny? Well, it's true. There are few things better than coming together with people you enjoy, who have the uncanny ability to bring out different sides in you, and spending hours laughing and talking with them over a meal. It's one of the reasons why the majority of my money is spent on food...and I don't mind a bit.

p.s. The photo I posted makes me miss Kristen :(

Breakfast in the Park

For the past couple of gloomy Sundays this summer, I've been cheering myself up with a delicious morning meal next to a serene little lake (or is it a pond?) in Huntington Beach thanks to Alice's Breakfast in the Park. I first came here in 2003 with my friend Kent, then completely forgot about it until a few months ago when I went back with Grace and Allie and fell in love with it all over again. Sadly, I've rediscovered this place a little too late because it's closing its doors in September because the city council wants to put a bistro in its place, which essentially means it wants some swanky new restaurant that can pay higher rent to come in.
This place is owned by a sweet old lady named Alice, serves deeelicious food (big slices of French toast, enormous cinnamon rolls, and tasty hand-cut home fries, to name a few) all inside a little red house filled to the brim with antiques and vintage goods. Who wouldn't fall in love with this place? Not to mention that Alice's attracts so many hungry and happy folk from all over. Why would the city take away such a good thing?

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Anyway, Adam and I spent some time talking to the baker about this and learned they've been trying to save it for the past couple of years, but they're at the end of the line. Everything in the shop is on sale now and they're getting ready to close up shop in September. It's times like this when I really wish I was rich just so I could plop down some money and scoop this place up. Did I mention they bake fresh loaves of bread that you can take home for your family?? I love this place so much!

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check out the pretty scenery:

I'm not sure when that little pier fell in the water, but now the ducks have a new playground.

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And not to turn PSA on you, but if you love a yummy brunch and some really darling antiques to pretty up your house, you can support Breakfast in the Park in the meantime by stopping by for a visit. There are so many adorable finds in there that you can purchase! Plus, who knows, maybe if they get a flurry of customers in the coming months, the city won't shut them down.

Find Alice at http://www.breakfastinthepark.com/location.html.

Because Sometimes You Just Need A Reminder

(the three words writers survive on)
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How was your weekend?

Mine included visiting old college friends, shopping with my mom, eating an atrocious meal at Coco's (which was my first and last time dining there), having an asthma attack from cats, listening to my first Kate Earl song and immediately downloading her entire album, early morning yoga, discovering my dosha, venturing into the world of anime for the first time with "Death Note," successfully selling our elliptical machine, and using some of the money to order this book. I pretty much never buy non-fiction books but...vegan chocolate peanut butter cups, anyone?

Not To Turn This Into a Food Blog...

But I've been in the kitchen and here's what's been cookin':

 sauteed pineapple tacos w/ black beans & my mom's cucumber-tomato salsa

tomato soup w/ poached eggs

flaky layer biscuits (ok, technically Pillsbury made these)

 peanut butter banana ice-cream (dairy-free!)

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now, what to eat tomorrow?

p.s.  anyone looking for an elliptical, we're selling one here.

Saturday Under the Sun

Yesterday was all about some good ol' entertainment. First, my sister and I made a pit stop at the movie theater in the morning to watch Sex and the City 2. Loved the cute little old ladies who came out in groups to see it! Afterward, the weather was so beautiful that Adam came over and we headed out to my neighborhood park to play some games in the great outdoors. Our friends Uno and the travel-sized Trouble I've had since I was little joined us at Monarch Park.

The weather was perfection. Not a cloud in the sky. I think I said "It's not too cold, it's not too hot" about 2349871 times. There was even a lovely, soft breeze--oh, how I love a good breeze!

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Later in the afternoon, we all got together in the backyard for some grilling. (Yes, that would be my dad down there wearing a NERD energy drink t-shirt.) On the menu: Korean BBQ, skewered shrimp, grilled eggplant & zucchini, spinach soup, and my mom's famous cucumber-and-tomato salsa with tortilla chips. It was a fine feast.

Dinnertime highlights included a very wholesome family discussion on weed (what does it smell like? what color is it? is marijuana the same thing?...don't ask how any of this came up), a riveting conversation on the Vietnam War, and then all of us looking over at my sister at the end of the meal to find her slumped in her chair, asleep. she took food coma to a whole new level. (I really wish I got a picture of it but she woke up right away when all of us burst into hysterical laughter.)

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After dinner, the three youngsters (that would be me, my sister, and Adam) headed to Trader Joe's to pick up some goodies. There's something about going to Trader Joe's that doesn't feel like you're running an errand. Everything there just seems so fresh and special. As if all the items are saying to you, "We're here just for you! Won't you buy us?" "Oh, just for me? Well, of course I'll take you home then!" And even if you're going for someone else and don't want to buy anything, there are always delicious samples in the back, like yesterday's Pomegranate Blueberry Sherbet. Heaven. And then you want to buy it.

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The night ended with:

Watch it. Even if it's not the best-executed documentary, you will fall in love with all of the characters. See the trailer here.

I hope everyone's having a wonderful Memorial Day Weekend!

Weekend Lessons

Adam's secret stash of fortune cookie fortunes

 Things I Learned This Weekend:

-How I Met Your Mother marathons with my TV-holic buddy Robert are pure heaven, even if we can only watch them on my computer monitor in a cramped home office area while sitting in swivel chairs. That show is the best Friends replacement I could ask for. 

-Glee's Madonna album (thanks to Robert again) will no doubt make you feel shiny and new.

-There IS a difference between baking soda and baking powder. This advice should be heeded to avoid ruining a perfectly good batch of vegan pancakes. (But when done right, they are plenty tasty.)

-Time flies when dining with the wonderful Anisa, where a simple Thai dinner turned into an epic 3-hour meal. I love that girl.

-At this same dinner, it was revealed that Adam carries in his wallet a stash of his favorite fortune cookie fortunes. There was a collective "awwww," followed by, "Wow, how often do you eat Chinese food?"

-Watching Diary of a Wimpy Kid with your girlfriends in the theater will give you the simultaneous feelings of being very old and very young (grandmas compared to the kids; children compared to all the parents).
-I'm capable of taking nearly 2 years to read a book. Said book would be Watchmen, which I bought in August 2008 and just finished today. Amazing read and I highly recommend it. And if you don't have a habit of dilly dallying with other books on the side, you can probably finish it in less than 2 years. Probably.

and finally...

What I'm Dying to Learn By 11:30 PM Tonight:

THE ENDING OF LOST. Please, Lost gods, let it be everything I'm hoping for and more. Pleeeeease. 

Banksy, U-Hauls & Breakfast

Highlights of the weekend:

-Watched Banksy's film Exit Through the Gift Shop. So awesome. I adored it. It was hilarious, insightful, and just an all-around delightful two hours with Banksy and overnight graffiti artist Thierry Guetta, aka Mister Brainwash. 

Favorite quote from the crazy Guetta: "I'm going to brainwash your FACE."  

And the best part was seeing some footage from Banksy's 2006 show, which Adam and I actually went to back in the day! We had no idea that it was Banksy's first American show until we saw the film. But seriously, we were there. Here's proof:

(I remember it was the HOTTEST day. We stood in line for about 2 1/2 hours)

(a really young Adam next to some grandmas)

(a guy living in an apartment building next to the line of sweaty people lowered cold sodas down for $1. genius.)

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-Officially moved Adam and his roommate Steve into their new apartment. Fact #1: moving is torture. Fact #2: U-Hauls are incredibly dangerous to drive. If you see one on the road, steer clear!

-Celebrated Allie's 25th birthday at Breakfast in the Park, an adorable cafe in the middle of Huntington Beach's Central Park. It sits right next to a little pond and there are plenty of benches for some al fresco dining, plus the indoor dining room has a little vintage/antique shop attached to it. (The place is so cute and it's closing in September, so go if you can!) We talked for about 3 hours and came to the conclusion that being domesticated is in, 25 is great, and if you sit outside at BITP there is NO wait...which we learned the hard way after standing inside for 45 minutes waiting for a table.

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Speaking of birthdays, I've decided to never complain about my age again. With every birthday, I always say, "Gosh, I'm so old now." And you know what? I've been saying that since I was 17. So, no more of that. I've decided that I'm however-many-years-YOUNG from now on. At least until I'm 90...because by then, that actually is old. And quite an accomplishment, so might as well brag.

New York, I Miss You

(by Danna Ray at Groundwork)
I love this tranquil print. It makes me think of being back in New York, reading in Central Park.
I remember when I first got to the city, I felt so free. The first few weeks I was there, I took in as much as I could before school started. I barely knew anyone in the city, and anyone I did know lived several subway rides away or worked all day. It was OK though because, surprisingly, I never felt lonely. I would go anywhere and everywhere I could during the day and I never looked at what time it was because who cared? I had nobody to answer to and nowhere to be.

I remember going to The Dark Knight by myself for the third time and sitting down in the enormous IMAX theater with a box of Magnolia cupcakes in my lap. I watched the movie while enjoying all that heady frosting and thought, If I died right now, I would definitely die happy.

Oh New York, sometimes I can't believe I was ever even there. I look back on my year in grad school and it flew by. It felt, for a fleeting moment, as though I were in a magical land with magical people and everything was beautiful and it was always beautiful. Even when it was annoying or ugly or complicated, it was beautiful.

I know, I know, everything is about 100x more lovely in retrospect...but thank goodness for that.

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I just want to state for the record that I really love my life, wherever I may be. I'm so grateful to be back home with family and friends, out of an office and working in the comfort of my home. I know this time isn't going to last forever. In fact, as I type this, my heart is beating a little faster because I'm being reminded of how little time I have left in this perfect bubble I've created for the past year. How many people get to just take a year off and write? Good grief, I'm lucky. 

Sometimes I panic at the thought of going back to a 9-5 job soon. How petty of me, I know. But I recently realized that I panic not because the idea of a real job scares me; it's the idea that perhaps I didn't use this year off to the best of my abilities.
It's the feeling that something is slipping through your fingers and you want to hold onto it and tell it that you cherish it but you're afraid that once it slips away it never knew you felt that way. 

Do you know what I mean?

I don't want it to feel that way. 

So I'm off to get some things done.

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Happy afternoon to all of you out there.

A Morning with Dad

Yesterday might have been Mother's Day but today was Dad's Day.
That is my dad and he is fantastic.

-He likes to watch Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, Wheel of Fortune, CNN, old Chinese films that have been dubbed over, and most recently, basketball. 
-He loved the film No Country For Old Men.
-He really disliked the film I Love You, Man.
-He loves The Count of Monte Cristo. After reading that, John Grisham didn't seem to cut it anymore.
-He would very much like to find another book as good as Monte Cristo but has so far been unable to.
-He is very particular about his food. He still raves about the steak he had at Max SoHa in New York last May.

The best thing about my dad is that he'll drive me, my mom, and my sister for a day of shopping and even as the hours melt away, he NEVER complains about it. Most of the time, he wanders into his own stores or goes out for a nap in the car. But he'll never rush us or seem annoyed to be there. Because he's happy. When his girls are happy, he's happy. That's the best dad you can ask for.
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Today I spent the morning with my dad. He's been pretty sick for the past few months, but now he's recovering quite nicely. It was great to see him up and about, running errands, and driving again. We went to Target to get some groceries (love the new market inside!) and to pick up some flowers for the garden. Our front yard has been a bit lacking in the colorful department for the past couple of months, so we purchased a few pretty little things and gave them a new home.

Gardening is hard work. I got a nice little thigh, arm, and butt workout in the process.

Overall, it was one of those really nice mornings. The kind that remind you how simple and uncomplicated life can be when you let it. 

And that is all :)

Dear Mom

(me and my mom at Columbia University on our first day in New York, July 1, 2008)

Dear Mom,

In honor of this special day, here are my top 5 memories of you:

#5: Reading to me and my little sister every single night when we were younger. You helped us fall in love with Highlights and all things Roald Dahl.

#4: Teaching me how to tell time. I still remember when you showed me on a paper clock in the back of a book and I got it like that thanks to you. 

#3: Taking me to Souplantation, then Costco, and then shopping at Nordstrom Rack. Those were/are the best kinds of Sundays.

#2: The time I woke up at 6AM to finish a 6th grade science project...only to find that you had already finished it for me after I gave up at 10:30 the night before.

#1: The 10 days you spent helping me move to New York 

...which included: rescuing my luggage after it rolled down a massive slope; lugging a million pounds of Ikea stuff from Brooklyn to the Upper West Side; sleeping on the floor for 2 nights while we waited for the mattress delivery that was supposed to arrive "in 15 minutes" from the point of purchase; waiting downtown for the 4th of July fireworks for 5 hours only to be in a no-visibility zone when they started; eating at random, terrible places because we didn't know better; and the 12 straight hours we spent building every single piece of furniture in my room.
Only a mom would put up with all of that. Although we did treat ourselves to some lovely days shopping and sightseeing all over town, including taking a beautiful ferry ride to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island...all of which I won't soon forget.

You are the best.

Love,

Celeste

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P.S. Today was another great day of memories with you. Thank you for taking us to a delicious lunch and treating Olivia and me to some new clothes even though this is your day. And I'm really glad you loved the so-so tote I made you...even though the tears of joy really came when you realized a Susan Boyle CD was inside.

The Cable Guy

cooped up for the afternoon

I'm up in LA until tomorrow night to help Adam move into his new apartment (and attend a friend's birthday/going away party, but more on that later). 

Today was all about...THE CABLE GUY. 

The Scenario:

Time Warner informs us that the cable guy will arrive between 1-5pm. Apparently a 1-hour estimate is unreasonable. So Adam and I prepare to camp out in the empty apartment for an entire afternoon.

The Supplies:

-Adam's crazy med school textbook

-My laptop, with access only to Word

-Watchmen comic

-Bananas

-Toilet paper

The Afternoon:

We admired the apartment, stretched out on the soft carpet, and looked out the window at the beautiful tree and bright green leaves just inches from the glass. They block most of the street view and it kind of feels like you're in the middle of the woods. I got a little jealous. I hope wherever I live next has a tree outside the window.

 Then we got down to work, relaxing in the big space and throwing jokes back and forth. Guess what? It's kind of fun being cooped up.

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Fast forward 2 hours and nope, not so fun anymore. Both of us are getting crampy, tired, and cranky. Adam sits down next to me against the wall and we both stare at our reflections in the big, mirrored wardrobe. Our minds and bodies are numb. 

"Why do you think you're alive?" he asks me. 

Wow. It's time to get outside. So we decide to take a walk. 

The new apartment building is surrounded by lovely greenery and outside, the sun was shining and a light breeze was blowing and cars zoomed by us on the street. I have to credit Adbusters magazine for their articles about nature's effect on our happiness. It's so true. Every time I'm outside, I feel happier. When I was in New York, I was arguably in the happiest state of mind, and I don't doubt that a lot of it had to do with the walking culture, Central Park as a massive playground, and all the al fresco dining my heart desired (if only for a few months out of the year). 

 So Adam and I enjoyed the stroll down Bundy Street, checking out the Starbucks and the little taco and pizza shop around the corner. Then we crossed over to Santa Monica, and just as we were about to continue our outdoor adventure down a row of interesting shops...the telephone rang. The cable guy had arrived.

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After all was said and done with the TV and internet, we locked up shop at 4:45 and went back to Westwood for dinner at Angelino's, my favorite little Italian spot in the neighborhood. It's run by one guy with a white beard who takes your order and cooks and serves all the food himself.

Mr. Archie Zanali, working away at Angelino's Cafe. Fun fact: he was the personal chef to Larry Flynt back in the day.

 the quaint, tiny interior

 Don't worry, the food is delicious; it's the flash that's distressing.

The night ended with a walk through the neighborhood while enjoying some Rite Aid ice-cream. Beautiful night, glowing lights from every angle, and UCLA students filling the streets. I always try to remind myself to embrace the outdoors more and today I appreciated it more than ever. 

All thanks to being cooped up inside for the afternoon...which was all thanks to the cable guy.