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A Sun Diego Day

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I don’t think I’ve worn shorts and a tank top since October.

But it was sunny today on my vacation in San Diego so I broke out the summer wear and it was amazing.

I bought some rosemary and olive oil bread from a little place called Rustic Breads and it was absolutely marvelous.

There was a lot of glare so I couldn’t take a picture of it but this was the next thing in the display case and it looked just as delicious:

Then by the power of Ross Turner himself, I got to see my friend, Rose Hart, from CIMI!!!

She happened to be singing with her choir group on the U.S.S. Midway, fifteen minutes from my hotel.

I pulled into the parking lot and walked straight into her choir group (purely by chance) about a minute and a half before her tour started and she got onboard.

Rose Hart

After our extremely loud reunion, I walked around Downtown San Diego with my sisters and dress shopped for their graduation.

We headed down to La Jolla Shores to eat lunch at my favorite store in the world, the Cheese Shop.

I think we bought up half the stuff in there…seriously.

Then we walked down onto the beach and we saw a bunch of sea roses tangled up in the sand.

They still smelled sweet, mixed with salt and fresh sea breeze.

As we walked down further I saw three guys flying 200-foot-long kites.

Good thing it was windy…

I was very confused as to how these massive kites got into the air and I was lucky enough to see a guy launching his:

It was a very good day.

Add that to the fact that I got to see Ursula and Greg, two of my best friends ever, it was fantastic.

I love San Diego!!!

Star

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For Sonia, my star.

It’s been rough, but maybe this will make you feel better!

But you are fair, my love
Fair and far
Fair as the sea in twilight
Far as the moon cresting at night

Wait…

Far and fair did I say?
Distance means nothing to me
It neither weakens
Nor dulls
My fondness of you

Fair did I say?
Radiant is more true
While the sea shimmers at dusk
Its light dies at dark and fades away

No, love

You are starlight
Soft and shining
Bursting with that hidden fire,
You illuminate the night

A star
A diamond above the cloudy sea
Graceful,
Silver,
Glittering

My star, Calypso
So beautiful and serene,
Flickering bright with secret fire
You beam down gentle light.

An Easter Basket for Bunny Day

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I think it’s pretty well known that I trip a lot.

I regularly get out of bed, trip, or simply fall on my face.

I was proud to say I did not fail after getting up this morning.

Then I opened my door and tried to walk out into the hall.

I tripped over this:

Which is a pretty freaking awesome thing to trip over I might add.
I got: yellow peeps, lemon heads, Reese’s, pop rocks, airheads, Laffy Taffy, sweet tarts, a chocolate bunny, fruit gummies, sour punch things, and a bunch of other sweet, amazing stuff.
I also got a “Happy Easter, Emmy!” card from my little sisters.
So I just wanna say thank you to my family for getting me this awesome tripping hazard and thanks to my sisters for the cute card.  I’d be happy to face plant every morning if this was waiting for me.
I love you guys.  Happy Easter!

Language of Flowers

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Long ago, in a land far far away…Nah.  Jk.

It wasn’t that long ago, or that far away.

During the Victorian-era in Britain (1837-1901) lovers spoke the Language of Flowers.

Ironically enough… I learned about the Language of Flowers from a Japanese amime show called Sailor Moon.

Yeah…

Anyway, the Language of Flowers was used to send coded messages using, wait for it… flowers.

Different blossoms in various arrangements carried special meanings.

For example:

Plumeria: Perfection, Springtime, New Beginnings
Orchid: Refined Beauty

Dahlia: Elegance, Dignity
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“Beyond La Mer”

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“La Mer

Qu’on voit danser le long des golfes clairs

A des reflets d’argent 

La mer

Des reflets changeants

Sous la pluie …”

“La Mer,” Charles Trénet.

The first time I heard “La Mer” was during the credits of Finding Nemo.  Of course, I don’t remember hearing it at all.

The reason I know it now, is because I got into the TV show Lost this winter.  A group of survivors from a plane crash are stranded on a mysterious island come into contact with a French woman, Danielle Rousseau, who had been trapped there for sixteen years.  She takes Sayid Jarrah, an ex Republican Guard, captive.  He escapes and steals her maps of the island.

He turns to another survivor, Shannon Rutherford, to translate the French writing on the maps.  Her French is “bad” and at first she is confused by the strange words and they abandon their attempts to translate it.

But later, she comes to Sayid, remembering that she heard the words -the song- at the end of the movie “about the fish.”

She sings “La Mer” to Sayid on the beach by firelight.

It is a beautiful song so I began, enthusiastically, writing out a phonetic pronunciation guide.

Then I realized it sounded like a cover preformed by Damian McGinty, a song called “Beyond the Sea.”

“Beyond the Sea” was written by Bobby Darin in 1946.  A contemporary pop song, it reached number 6 on the Billboard Hot 100.

Darin took the tune from “La Mer” and wrote in entirely unrelated English lyrics.

“Somewhere beyond the sea

Somewhere waiting for me

My lover stands on golden sands

And watches the ships that go sailin.”

-“Beyond the Sea,” Bobby Darin

Both songs are great.  Check them out!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLARA AND CELESTE!!!

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It’s happened.

The unthinkable.

My sisters are coming into the end of their pre-teen years.

Or is that “tween” years…?

I really hate the word tween so let’s just stick with pre-teen.

Today my little sisters turned 12.

I met them 12 years ago in the San Diego International Airport, five minutes after they came off the plane from Guatemala.

They are twins.

Identical opposites.

One is right-handed and likes English.

The other is left-handed and likes Math.

One is an amazing artist.

The other is a technology whiz.

My little sisters, Clara and Celeste, are twelve years old today.

They were born in the year of the Dragon.  Personally, I think that’s the coolest Chinese Zodiac animal in our family (I’m a rat, so…).

I literally have the coolest sisters ever.

They know I love Doctor Who so they sent me a little email…

I'm a weeping angel give me your energy!!!!!! Rawwwwrrrr!!!!! Come and get me DOCTOR...........

For Christmas, they gave me lip gloss inside a plastic hamburger, a Pikachu t-shirt and a tiny dolphin pillow-pet.

For my birthday, they got me shea butter-infused fuzzy socks, Pink Chiffon and Paris Amour lotions from Bath and Body Works, and MADE ME A TARDIS!!!!

Love you little sises!

Rain

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It doesn’t rain much where I live.

I consider LA and south to be Southern California.

North of LA to San Francisco is Central Coast.

And North of SF is Northern California.

That said, I live on the Central Coast.

And where I live, there is a lot of fog and a lot of wind but not very much rain.

I happen to enjoy rain.

Quite a lot actually.

So I was extremely pleased to see it raining today.

I think one of the very best things is going to sleep, the sound of rain tapping against your window, wrapped up in a soft, heavy blanket.

The rain makes me calm.  It turns the ocean that stormy green-gray.  The waves start looking like white horses galloping across the water, their sea-foam manes tossing and scattering as they crest and roll away.

I like watching how it comes down from the smoky dark clouds and makes every inch of the water rough and wild.

Petrichor is listed as one of the 100 most beautiful words in the English language.

It is defined as the smell of rain on dry earth.

It is a recurring word in my favorite television show Doctor Who.

In series 6, Episode 4, “The Doctor’s Wife,” it is one of the passkey words the TARDIS sends to Rory Williams that allows him access to an archived control room.

The TARDIS describes petrichor as “the smell of dust after rain.”

I put that as my status on Facebook once.  My summer roommate Sonia pointed out, “If it’s dust after rain, wouldn’t that make it mud?”

I didn’t really know what to say about that.

But I do know it makes everything feel fresh, clean.

RAIN!

Rose

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All you need to know is that I’m in love with the British television show Doctor Who.

Rose

I lost you, Rose

Separated by space and time

Cut off, forever

From me

From you

I was going to tell you

I burned up a sun

Just to say goodbye

Circling a supernova

One last gap

One last chance

Before the final Close

Still just an image

We can never touch

You cried

You said you loved me

I was going to tell you

But the bridge collapsed

Leaving me in the TARDIS

And you, in Bad Wolf Bay

I’ll say it now, Rose

My Rose,

I’ll say it now…

The Eden House

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I have lived in eight different houses.  But I like to call this one, the one on the edge of a canyon, the Eden House. It has been almost nine years since I last entered Eden.  But I still remember everything, perfectly.

The hillside was green and covered in ice plant, dotted with the purple and yellow of bright, spiky blossoms.  When I was five, my father built me a playground with blue swings and a small trapeze.  There was a slide and a low climbing wall near the chicken-wire house, furnished with mildewing green futons.

A deck made of glass, wreathed in poisonous orange trumpet flowers, overlooked the canyon, a bird feeder hung from its rafters.  If I stood near the windows, I could smell the sea breeze from the wide windows while watching the sun turn the sky to fire at dusk.

Our house had a pool with a tiny waterfall that trickled out of the rose-colored flagstones.  The bottom of the pool, painted sky blue, appeared so vibrant in summer that I needed sunglasses while swimming.  Jade plants and sour grass bloomed around the black mesh pool fence.  A little river ran through a papyrus grove just below my window, leading to a tall macadamia nut tree in the yard.

In spring I would pick the nuts and put them in a red plastic bucket.  Then I would take a hammer from the tool shed and crack them on the driveway.  I can still taste them, buttery and earthy, their meat so savory, slightly crunchy and simultaneously smooth.

Wooden steps made a trail from the deck to a blossoming purple jacaranda tree, heavy with flowers and bright emerald leaves.  The bark was thick and knotted, dark brown and russet red.  I used to climb into its highest branches and sing with the birds nested there.  In March I wrapped ribbons around its trunk and hung a hammock to sleep in during summer.

A pepper tree grew outside our front door and when it rained the smell of fresh ground pepper wafted through the sitting room.  The house was painted teal and white, but the paint was cheap and cracking.  It flaked off after every storm, every strong wind.  The diamond-shaped windows were dusty and yellowing, but that house was beautiful.

Down

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“I don’t know where I’m at
I’m standing at the back
And I’m tired of waiting
Waiting here in line, hoping that I’ll find what I’ve been chasing.

I shot for the sky
I’m stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I’m gonna to fall down
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
Never know why it’s coming down, down, down.

Not ready to let go
Cause then I’d never know
What I could be missing
But I’m missing way too much
So when do I give up what I’ve been wishing for…”

-Jason Walker, “Down.”

Every year at Ojai Valley School we have a show at the end of the year called the Festival of Talent, which is exactly what it sounds like.  Last year we had a particularly beautiful performance by two fellow OVS bloggers, theotherblackgirl and rangerthecat; however, the former graduated.

They sang “Down” by Jason Walker, a song from the hit TV show “The Vampire Diaries.”  The show is based off a book series of the same name, written by Lisa Jane (Ljane) Smith.  But I’m getting off topic.

They did an amazing job at the show, a duet that left everyone speechless.

I apologize for the shaking and coughing.  It was freezing, I had no tripod and clearly, I was coughing.

You can compare it to the original:

So what’s this song really about?

Well, I don’t think I know.  I’m kind of super lame about the “interpreting the artistic and hidden meaning of stuff.”  So I couldn’t tell you what the artist meant or even what the general public thinks.

But I can tell you what it means to me.

It’s about someone who can’t find love.  This person has been standing around, waiting, hoping, wishing for the right person to come around.  It sounds like perfect love entered his/her life once, but it failed.  The singer is stuck on said love and is unwilling to forget it, for fear of it coming back and not being there to reciprocate.  Or maybe he/she is afraid that love was so perfect there will never be anything else like it.  Either way, this person is going down because of the loss.  He/she is confused why it felt like they could “fly” when they were in love, only to realize they were “stuck on the ground” and then they “drowned.”

It is entirely possible I missed the point completely.  But that’s what it says to me.

Sound familiar?