People have often said that Californians who survive in the East Coast were never true Californians to begin with. The truth is, I have never really felt 'true' anything for quite some time. I guess you can say I have never stayed in one place long enough to find out, which explains why I can so easily uproot myself and move on to yet another city and yet another life. This time though things have not been as simple. It is my last night in the city and I still find myself torn and, consequently, confused.
Some things to note about my last eventful day in le big apple:
Waiting amongst an apparently early-rising, relentless NYC crowd of people for Shakespeare in the Park tickets. My acting debut in the Public Theater's abridged performance of
365 Days/365 Plays. Dinner and gelato with the ladies. Romeo, and a whole lot of Juliet. Drinks and so longs at Evelyn Lounge.
I have always been adamantly against settling in LA. Whether or not that, by default, means I am meant for life on the East Coast remains undetermined but I most definitely am not ready to let go just yet.
So with that I say, À bientôt folks. I'll be back before you (and I) know it.
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every wednesday night, i'm reminded of how much i wanna dance.
kobe's a biznatch. a jordan wannabe biznatch. chicago my goongdeng. i always said that mofo was a cancer to the LA franchise. take the inept gm with you when you leave too fool.
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I knew little about the needs of the world or how God regarded such suffering. I knew even less about what those needs had to do with me or how I could make a difference. But eventually I left home. I lived in places where there was no escaping the raw realities of a world in rebellion against its Maker - apartheid in South Africa, guerrilla war in the Philippines, genocide in Rwanda, to name a few. In these contexts I met followers of Jesus Christ who knew God more deeply, knew the Bible more thoroughly and lived life more courageously than I ever had. They didn't judge me or dismiss me for my limitations; they simply loved me and shared what they had learned, frequently the hard way, about the God of hope and power and joy... I discovered that God was more than prepared to use his people as his instruments of truth and justice. He was prepared to work miracles through our modest offerings of compassion and obedience.
-Gary A. Haugen
There I go again...
changing my whole life.
Who would you want to back you up if you ever had to 'get it poppin'?After two separate incidents today involving four black teenage girls and one middle-aged middle eastern man, I decided everyone should have an answer. That is, when calmly exchanged civil banter fails to suffice.
