awww

blanket i'm awesome. :)

worry-off to end the trip. very very freeing

rainer maria rilke

I.17 She who reconciles the ill-matched threads of her life, and weaves them gratefully into a single cloth – it’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hall and clears it for a different celebration where the one guest is you. In the softness of evening it’s you she receives. You are the partner of her loneliness, the unspeaking center of her monologues. With each disclosure you encompass more and she stretches beyond what limits her, to hold you.

#1: I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me. -bronnie ware, the top 5 regrets of the dying

today: told i was on the verge of something huge liked my pilot (why didn't she get in in the first place again?) and asked to pitch a movie. whoa.

open late and proven

chickfila iota diddy riese gordon biersch umami haven gastropub sprinkles atm thai food gyu-kaku daikokuya roscoe's noodle world w ave 26 taco truck far bar wood & vine father's office beer belly (?) 800 degrees library bar apple pan birds 101 coffee shop federal bar firefly tatsu ramen bcd wilshire... vs ktown kyochon cha for tea the red door alibi room volcano tea house

http://www.christianity.com/devotionals/upwords-max-lucado/11666444/

Christ distributes courage through community; he dissipates doubts through fellowship. He never deposits all knowledge in one person but distributes pieces of the jigsaw puzzle to many. When you interlock your understanding with mine, and we share our discoveries . . . When we mix, mingle, confess, and pray, Christ speaks.

words i love and fear

we don't become the adjectives we want to be because we'll feel that way in the moment. we do it in spite of how afraid and un-courageous we feel, by going through suffering ("the only way out is through") i think this and tomorrow will be the smartest commitments i make all summer and i fear how great they will be and how much i will need to change.

oldie but a goodie

http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2011/10/03/111003fa_fact_gawande?currentPage=all

one of my greatest joys is discovering old blogs and reading them all from the beginning. just like shows.

the oc 201, "the distance"

"Somersault" by Zero 7 "Keep It Clean" by Dios Malos "Eastern Glow" by The Album Leaf "All The Arms Around You" by Halloween, Alaska

la complex

41:28 "You know I almost left today? Now I can't imagine being anywhere else."

new pattern: people being surprised that writers could be interested in learning production, too. is it cause it's off the fast track? i feel like it can only help

wow.

burn notice damned if you do 39:36 - 39:54 for a spy, loyalty is a strange thing. your job is to deceive, to live among your enemies, to perform dark deeds for a noble purpose. and it's that purpose that guides you through the darkness. when you lose sight of that, the darkness is all there is.

improv

i must decrease, he must increase.

for the Lord will not cast off forever, but, though He causes grief, He will have compassion according to the abundance of His steadfast love; for He does not willingly afflict or grieve the children of men.

first time turned away from bang bang. happy one year

I want to be a better writer so I can be a better writer. selling stuff isn't the direction (so important)

something about high self-worth versus the tyranny of self-esteem? espenson: not to write what you know, but what you love (lovers are greater workers than workers)

thankful for brothers who challenge me to be sharper, and sisters who are really after my heart. i'm trying to be, too.

a lesson garnered: create a proven market for yourself and doors will open to absorb your hole. (hee)