I make'd a movie!

Favoritism

Today is a Thursday. I'm particularly fond of Thursdays. Good things usually occur on Thursdays.

I've been listing a lot of favorites, lately. But in all actuality, I'm not very fond of picking favorites. In a given-category (music, seasons, flavors, whatever...) I usually find several things to like about a variety of things and for a variety of reasons. I don't consider it to be a factor of my indecision, but rather a testimony to me being an open and appreciative being.

However, when asked the question "what is your favorite ____?" I feel like I'm pressured to have a solid answer for whomever wants to know what my preference is. On the other hand, when I ask someone of their favorite whatever, it's usually more-so because I'm curious as to how one will answer the question. I admire those of you that don't have straight answers, especially because I'm apparently not brave enough to face a favoritism query empty-handed. Kudos to those of you that are.

The best-laid plans... right?

My sincere apologies. I had every intention of providing a weekly recapitulation of my actions and adventures accompanied by every thought and feeling. And 'every intention' eventually turned to 'it's okay to slip occasionally, as long as I continue to produce photos.' Which lead, ultimately, to having no intention whatsoever to reproduce my journey for anyone, because it was mine, or maybe because the scale finally tipped from a healthy amount of ambition to an exhausting amount of 'busy.'

At any rate, I'm back. If I happen to finish the drafts I've started, great. If not, maybe I'll just publish them in their honest-yet-unfinished state.

Nearing the end of my "vacation" I'm realizing that new inspiration has been gained through treading the map, which is to say nothing of the gained perspective. Suddenly I want to design more, draw more, paint more and most of all, write more. I dearly miss the creative world.

Someday...

the Russian Ballet
a formal dance class (ballet, tap, salsa, ballroom... who knows)
Machu Picchu
clarinet (again)
an Opera
the symphony
Egypt
paragliding/hang gliding
sailing
skydiving
rock climbing
surfing

Birthday, happy

So much more has happened in the past year than I ever could have imagined. I did enter "23" with high expectations, and I was not even remotely disappointed. Quite without fail, every step taken backwards was a new chance to take another leap forward. Which means twenty-three was quite 'necessary' for me. I'm proud of myself for marching through it, even when the march was so slow I couldn't even see the passing of time. Although (as always), I do feel a tinge of melancholy to leave another age behind me. And now, moving onward, I think twenty-four feels like it'll be a year of transition, a year of seriousness, and a year to watch a few major prospects come into focus. Cheers to hindsight, foresight, foreshadowing, and forgiving (...why isn't it hind-giving?).

Woche fünf:

sun: the recoup from Ramsteining.

mon: takin' care of business, reading in the sunlight, hardcore nap.

tue: bye bye Frankie B—have fun in Berlin!

wed: zoo, not zoo. impromptu bbq.

thur: Gamerdinger! super-awesome. super-inspiring. and then egg-coloring.

fri: trading zoos for manors, first sunburn of the year.

sat: countrified bike ride, first biergarten, first beer since i arrived. evening brought the worst food experience since I arrived (it was on one of the Army bases... 'nough said)

sun: London-bound!

the stream before bed

feeling nostalgic

feeling angry

feeling hate

feeling love

feeling tired

feeling grump

feeling annoyed

feeling drastic

feeling impatient

feeling care

feeling cold

feeling careless

feeling breath

feeling calm

feeling dark

feeling calm

feeling...

feeling.