Holy

I just watched Ingmar Bergman's Winter Light and it's kinda tedious watching really old movies that are black & white and foreign but when the priest gives the sermon to an empty church at the end it's so powerful that it really doesn't matter.

DON'T

Maybe you can help me decide, who's the bigger girl?


Okay so the Farmers' Market here has a stand called Flaco's where they sell vegetarian Mexican food and it's so good that I'm stumped sitting here searching for a way to describe how good it is. IT'S SO GOOD. The fact that I am guaranteed cuisine like this every Thursday after work makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time, I'm so lucky.

World Champion

Judah Friedlander is the world's greatest athlete.

Photographic evidence of how geology I am.

Saturday is the l o n g e s t day of the year! Erin and I are going to have an adventure, a pool party, and a feast in celebration (sorry, but you weren't invited).

A Cry For Help

I wish I knew how to write my own code and build a blog from scratch. Blogger has been exceedingly terrible lately, and I'd rather not deal with this. Here's hoping this will even publish...

My Street

My room.

View from the top of the street (note Golden Gate Br.)

View from the top of the street.

Notes on a New Life

I'm mostly moved in to my new place in Berkeley, a sort of shared ground-floor double-studio in a very nice part of town. I'm starting my new job on Thursday and hoping to orient myself a little before then; this is possibly the most frightening, exhilarating, self-sufficient thing I've faced. Starting college (and, perhaps moreso, spending a year in Edinburgh) was hard, and though I made it through successfully I can appreciate that much of that success can be attributed to the friends and peers in it with me.

Now, as if for the first time, I'm alone. Erin said moving me in today was like dropping me off at summer camp; I couldn't agree more. I don't know what to do except wonder at my surroundings and wait for things to kick in-- though I'm not so naive as to expect a noticeable kick.

Today I ran up the road to try to find Grizzly Peak, but it never really appeared. I ran and ran and ran-- but the road would just climb higher and higher and higher ahead of me. The sun started to set so I had to turn around after climbing for an hour, and I would have felt defeated were it not for the view from nearly every cross street looking out over the Bay. San Francisco's compact skyline, the Golden Gate Bridge, the breadth of the Bay, and the most beautiful thing on Earth: the Pacific Ocean. I forgot to bring my batteries, but as soon as I do there will be photos.