Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Remembering My Summer with Cyrano

I wrote very recently about how incandescently happy I’ve been to be back in Boston. Yesterday, I went for a walk down Boylston and back up Newbury, straying at times to walk on Commonwealth or Marlborough (which is residential and absolutely stunning).

But this morning, when I was making my regular breakfast of fiber bread, toasted with butter and guava jam, I found myself thinking about San Diego.

Lowell Theater, Balboa Park

For my sixteenth birthday, my parents gave me season tickets to see the Summer Shakespeare Festival at Lowell Theater in Balboa Park. Every summer, The Old Globe selects three Shakespeare plays and puts them on from June through September on a rotating basis. The same cast performs in all three. So basically, you get to watch the same cast embody different roles, learn countless iambic pentameter lines, and play the same stage with a different set.

That year, I got to see Cyrano de Bergerac with my dad (not Shakespeare, I realize, but a fabulous French play nonetheless) and Twelfth Night (which is one of my favorites) with my mom. They actually saw the last one together. It was one of the most thoughtful, creative (and unexpected) gifts I’ve ever received.


A very unflattering picture of me with actor Patrick Page and his pup, Sophie!

I think about the shows I saw that summer often. Not only were they fantastic, but I also got to meet the actor that played Cyrano and Malvolio (and his little dog, too!). It was special because it was my last summer before I left for college and I got to spend some genuine quality time with my parents, one-on-one. We started the night off at a restaurant in the park and snuggled under scratchy blankets in the outdoor theater.

One of my senior pictures in beautiful Balboa Park <3

Balboa Park is one of the most beautiful places in the world. The park and the beach (and, of course, my family) are the few things that I miss wholeheartedly about San Diego. This year, the Summer Festival features The Tempest (a play I performed in and produced in high school that was also a CETA finalist) and Much Ado About Nothing. For the third show, the Globe has been venturing out and performing other non-Shakespearean plays (like Cyrano) with much success. This year’s third show is Amadeus. I’m bummed I’ll be missing it…

Sunday, June 26, 2011

What I'm Reading: Tolle's Now

I'm having a Jimmy Neutron-esque brain blast right now and am seriously praying that my fingers can keep up with my flow of consciousness.

So, to start, I'm reading Eckhart Tolle's The Power of Now and have been reading it with a grain of salt initially. In the first couple of chapters, he challenges the reader to turn of their "thinker," to stop overanalyzing everything and thinking about everything and to stop identifying their "self" with their "thinker." My problem with that is that I love the thinker within me. I love the random junk that comes pouring from my fingertips in regurgitated brain barf that, like a craftsman, I work to shape into digestible sentences and thoughts. Sometimes, when I channel that "thinker," it's like everything just explodes and my head is so full of creative inspiration that I can't possibly contain it. That's when I write.

I did understand the importance of turning off the brain, though. In my experience, I've learned the few times my head is quiet are when I'm driving, running or singing. And, really, if you think about it, that makes a lot of sense. During each of those activities, I'm so hyperfocused on everything going on around me that I'm completely in the "Now." When I drive, I'm monitoring my mirrors and the traffic and constantly revving myself up to be prepared for whatever may happen. When I run, I'm focused on my breathing, my heart rate and on the predictable pace of my feet. When I sing, I'm focused on my breathing, my control, my tone, my expressions, the sound and emotion and performance. During all of them, I'm only Now.

So while I initially recognized the importance and the benefit of shutting off the thinker, I thought it was something I didn't want to do. Until I realized that "brain barf" isn't the thinker. Brain barf is Now. It's a tool I use when I channel something so internal and pure and let it flow past my head, past my filter, through my metaphorical veins and onto my computer screen. I didn't realize it, but it's not brain barf at all. It's Now barf.

Woah.

I also didn't realize until today, but since I was about 12, my mantra was "Live in the now, never regret." I made what some people would call mistakes at a young age and I was so sick and tired of dealing with other people's responses that I just said "forget this." I chose to largely forget my past, to move on, to seek the thrill of spontaneity and of living on the edge. And I chose not to think of my "mistakes" as mistakes. I chose not to regret. I chose to learn from the situation, make any necessary changes and move on. Little did I know, but I've been far more enlightened that I could have ever realized. I had the pieces to the puzzle, just no guiding picture to help me place them all together.

I'm not even half way through the book and am having revelations. Just today, I was reading about how Tolle says that harnessing the Now is a way for people to evolve.

"What we are doing here is part of a profound transformation that is taking place in the collective consciousness of the planet and beyond: the awakening of consciousness from the dream of matter, form and separation. The ending of time. We are breaking mind patters that have dominated human life for eons" (55).

When Tolle talks about Now, he talks about the intense focus, the hyper sensitivity. He even sometimes describes it as another dimension. When we see our world through the lens of now, it's as though a filter has been removed. It's more focused. It's life in HD. When I thought more about "focus," I went on some thought roller coaster and started thinking about the "collective," and how so many more people are being diagnosed with ADHD.

At Marie Claire, I often had trouble focusing. I couldn't think straight, I couldn't process, I didn't feel motivated. I don't know where I was, but I wasn't in the Now. I was, like, floating in some timeless blurry observation tank, watching everything happen around me, the movements slow and the sound muffled. And I don't know what it is, but that's been happening more and more frequently. So I've looked into certain things that might help fight that, help motivate me and help me be more focused. Caffeine helps in the short term, endorphins and yoga are always useful... But I've been looking at drugs as well. I don't know if that's the answer to my problem, but I've seen the benefits that meds have on people around me. And it's worth an honest conversation with a doctor.

So when Tolle talks about the collective consciousness of the world, I can't help but wonder that maybe we've already digested his teachings. I mean, obviously, there's always more to learn. But people jump in and out of the Now on a whim nowadays. They can harness it by chasing thrills or adrenaline, by running or by popping a pill. And they can escape it by drowning themselves in a book, playing video games or drinking a beer.

In a weird way, I think there's a lot of truth to what Tolle argues. I just wonder if perhaps his 12 year old book is a little outdated. Maybe Adderall is the new Now. But then again, finding the Now in a pill is certainly not enlightenment. Food for thought? Or maybe I'm succumbing to the "thinker"...

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

The Stars at Night / Are Big and Bright

Yesterday, I had the day off...

I woke up cuddling with one of my closest girlfriends and we made our way down to breakfast, then impulsively bought hair dye and dyed my hair in her apartment (I think I'm finally back to my natural brunette). We hung out at the boys' house and then I left for dinner in Cambridge.

After burgers at Bartley's (yay for a summer Bucket List accomplishment), I strolled around Harvard and Central squares and eventually made my way back to the boys' house, where I ended the night with a few beers, potato chips and lots of laughs.

Between bouts of "bro-ing out," my girlfriend and I stole away up to the roof. We lay out and looked at the sky and talked about relationships and honesty and the beauty of Boston. Cheesy at it sounds, there--surrounded by my family and friends and a warm summer breeze--I felt so incandescently happy.

It happened again this morning, as I was walking through my campus and realizing for the hundredth time just how stunningly beautiful this place is. I love this city, this time of my life. And I thank whatever powers that be daily that I made the decision to come here. I am happy, giddy even. I am in love with the people and the city and they, in turn, love me. I have a home here. For the first time in my life, I have furniture in my name. I have everything.

The world changes so quickly and I'm clinging to every moment. Lord only knows what will change in the coming months, as I return to classes and more and more friends graduate. But for now? I'm loving to live and living to love. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Men are from (Bruno) Mars


I'm half laughing at myself right now; I feel like I'm posting subtly cryptic stuff in my AIM profile or something. But I don't particularly care; the beauty of being young is that I can blame my age for my immaturity. Win.

The music in this song isn't especially great. And the pronouns keep changing inexplicably (seriously, why are all my favorite songs grammatically incorrect?). But it seems relevant. I like it. I've been searching Bruno Mars because his some "Somewhere in Brooklyn" keeps playing at my work and it's so kitchy cute. Plus, it's New York themed. And I'm a little nostalgic for "home".

"A man can do what he wants, but not want what he wants." 
-Arthur Schopenhauer

Today's Obsession: Celebrating Hair-itage

Other people aren't as jazzed as I am, but I recently found out that I am 1/16th Native American. Maybe Cherokee, maybe something else (my relatives disagree), but either way, I think it's the most incredible thing to discover about myself since learning that I... I don't actually know where I was going with that. Whatever. I'm Indian, albeit just a tick below how much is required to qualify for federal money, but I digress. It's freaking awesome.

For my senior speech in high school, I discussed the fact that I had little recognizable family heritage (I'm a European mutt). Instead, I drew my heritage and my family bonds through music--how music is in my blood and how it draws me closer to those that I love. But, alas, I actually do have a unique heritage. And it's even more fabulous than I'd imagined. Booyah.

Jennifer Love Hewitt rocks the feathers, too.
The beloved Huntington News wrote an article recently on the up-and-coming hair feathers trend. I saw a couple people in New York sporting them and have seen them even more since moving back to Boston. Celebrities from Selena Gomez to Ke$ha to American Idol judge Steven Tyler (<3)  have been accessorizing with feathers.

And I want some. I want to rep my minimal heritage in my hair... itage. The hair feathers are actually rooster feathers and the application process is pretty legit. Inserting the feathers involves pliers and a $40 toolkit. But the payoff is pretty darn awesome. And you can wear them for an extended amount of time. They can be shampooed (that's a word?) and styled like the rest of the hair. But the specifics are irrelevant. They're feathers--for your hair. That's soooo awesome. Obsessed.

Natural Light Feather Hair Extensions, $20; Toolkit, $24

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Happy Birthday to Me

June 13th was my birthday... And I'm not really a big birthday lover because I feel like it's half a holiday. People always ask me "How do you feel?" and the honest answer is that I feel just like I do every other day: sleepy, bored and slightly hungover (though in this case, not from alcohol). Sooo yeah. My birthday was interesting nonetheless. I walked some of the South End and spent time evaluating my moral philosophies (and lack thereof). Anyway, I decided to compile a list (SHOCKER!). In honor of my birthday, here's a list of 19 things I've learned in my 19 years of life:

1. Nothing but tens. This ideology is my latest faddish obsession. It's important--and my duty to myself--to surround myself with nothing but tens.
Learned from: some fashion book?

2. Timing is never ideal. This one is hard to accept, but easy to see. Timing never works out perfectly, and there's some sort of sad beauty in that. Knowing that timing isn't on my side often motivates me to fight for things I want anyway, timing be damned.
Learned from: every dating situation ever.

3. Always wear sexy underwear. You know how people tell you to always wear clean underwear, "just in case?" I prefer to always wear sexy underwear. No one has to see it, no one has to know. But I know. And the knowledge that my unmentionables are gorgeous and sexy gives me this smirk of confidence throughout my day.
Learned from: Victoria. 

4. The answer is always yes if it makes sense. My mom used to say this to me. Whenever I wanted something, the answer was always yes, as long as I could prove that what I wanted made sense. Logic always wins out in the end.
Learned from: my ma. 

5. Integrity is first and foremost. There once was a man that lost his job because he chose to maintain his own integrity. Among many things, he helped me realize that I can't expect others to respect me unless I respect myself.
Learned from: my dad. 

6. The most important thing in my world is me. I saw this in a documentary called "10 Questions for the Dalai Lama." The Dalai Lama used to go around asking people what the most important thing in the world was. Responses included love, god, faith, family, life. And he laughed at them and said, "No, the most important thing in the world is you.
Learned from: The Dalai Lama, himself. 

7. Just do it. My mantra. I don't say no to a dare, especially one that I say to myself. Telling myself to "just do it" motivates me to do things that I might not otherwise. Like walk on hot coals. And sometimes you get burned (literally and figuratively), but still...you did it.
Learned from: Nike, hot coals.

8. Sometimes family are the ones you choose. These are actually lyrics from a Vanessa Carlton song. But I learned moving to Boston that "family" has little to do with blood. I have my blood family, but I also have my sorority, my "brothers," my Bunkers. My family is everywhere.
Learned from: mi familia, Kappa, Kappa Sigma, Bunkers, etc.

9. Love as hard as you can. And when you get nothing back? Stop. It'll only hurt you in the long run. And there's more to be said of investing your love in people that give it back. Or yourself, for that matter.
Learned from: chick music, personal experience.

10. Share secrets. I have a lot of secrets. But for every secret I have, there is one person who knows it. And it's not just one person that knows them all. But there's always someone I can turn to if I need to talk about something or I need insight and support. And since no one person knows everything, no one knows how truly psycho I am!!
Learned from: my girls.

11. When in doubt, write it out. I have a lot of unorganized thoughts rushing around in my head--my "brain barf." It's hard sometimes to sift through and make sense of them. But when I write, I have to turn thoughts into words into sentences into paragraphs. It's forced organization. And oftentimes, writing helps me find the answer.
Learned from: my journal? this blog?

12. Chocolate fixes most everything. I woke up once after one of the worst partying nights ever and drunken me had slipped some chocolate into my purse in anticipation that I might need it in the morning. Chocolate is God's medicine. It's good frozen, melted, sweet, bitter... it's perfect.
Learned from: drunken Marian. 

13. Always pick up 3 a.m. phone calls. They're exciting or drunken. Either way, there are no butt calls at 3 a.m. (maybe booty calls). The late night calls are the ones from loved ones who need your support more than ever. And a little lost sleep is a small price to pay to ensure that someone's okay.
Learned from: calls made, calls answered. 

14. Make new friends, but keep the old. Okay, I'm lame; this is actually from a Girl Scouts song. But I think it holds true. It's important to constantly be making new friends. But keeping the old ones is important, too. I don't know what I would do without the people with whom I grew up. Just ensure that all friends also abide by #1.
Learned from: Girl Scouts, Bo. 

15. Get out. Another lesson from Bo... I was one of the few people that got out of California for school. I left and experienced a whole new environment and lifestyle. I lived in Boston, worked in New York. And gained so much because of it. Bo, too, started in California and then moved to the South. And seeing her grow from the experience is incredible. Half of our conversations are spent discussing how stagnant everyone else from out high school is.
Learned from: Bo, Boston. 

16. Take a camera. Whoever said that photos are for people who cant make memories is crazy. Photos are phenomenal. And they somehow capture the energy and the nostalgia and the love of a moment so perfectly. And scrapbooking the photos doesn't hurt either.
Learned from: Bo, my camera, scrapbooking. 

17. Paint you toes crazy colors. This is kind of along the same lines as #3, but when your toes are crazy, neon, happy colors, it makes you happy. No one can frown when looking at neon pink zebra toe nails (and yes, I've painted my toes neon pink zebra).
Learned from: O.P.I., essie, Sally Hansen, etc.

18. Accept compliments. Unless someone's totally bullshitting you (in which case, they're a total asshole), accept people's compliments. It's hard and awkward sometimes, but they're saying it because that's what they think. Listen, thank them, and then process it. Chances are, they're right.
Learned from: girlfriends, Tash.

19. Hug. Sometimes I'm very tactile and emotional and cuddly. And other times, I want to shut the entire world out, curl up in a ball and be numb. But no matter, hugs make everything better. When I was in New York, no one hugged me. And it actually got to the point that my parents would have me hug myself over the phone. But either way, hugs are like chocolate; they fix (or help) most everything.
Learned from: family, Edwin.

Some cheesy, some borderline-depressing, all true. I've learned a lot more in my 19 years, but these all seemed appropriate and are what came out when I started typing. Happy birthday to me!

I'm not super big on cake, but I think this is the most adorable cupcake ever!

Sunday, June 12, 2011

A Second (Long Overdue) Letter to the "Nice Boys:"

I seldom post things about my personal life... unless they're terribly awkward or hilarious. But this morning, I just have a lot on my mind. And my computer was closer than my journal. So I'm just going to write.

When I like someone, it's usually one of two things: Either I am drawn to something about them and grasp a hold of that detail. Or I'm so blinded by everything else that I don't even notice I like them, until something (3,000 miles, a girlfriend) points out the readily obvious. There are some that straddle the line and don't particularly fall into a category, but the general grouping still stands.

Realizing that someone fits into the second category is the scariest thing in the world, though. Typically, they're one of my closest friends and confidantes. And they know details and nuances about me that I seldom share. I'm comfortable with them in a way that I am not around others and somehow I never fully realize them until its so blatantly obvious that I feel I have to address it.

I can think of very few instances when I've felt this way. The summer after I graduated high school, I spent several nights a week with Friend. We talked about everything from life to religion to law to love; and together we made mundane things--like shopping for a lamp--exciting. I knew from head to toe that I loved Friend, but I never bothered to say anything for several reasons:
  • First and foremost, I was leaving. And I didn't want to "dump-n-run," to spill my heart knowing I could jump on a plane and fly away from the confrontation.
  • I wanted there to be some sort of longevity. This one's harder to explain... but in my head makes sense. I wanted to have a fair shot with Friend. And I knew that would never happen if I were 3,000 miles away. So I wanted to wait, live my life, and come back to him. If I still felt that way later, than fair shot. If not, well then no harm, no foul.
  • I wanted it to be "easy." One thing Friend used to say is that real life relationships shouldn't have to be work. You don't hear stories of people who fought and fought and never were together and somehow lived happily ever after. No, you hear stories of people who met at a reasonable age, shared common values and decided to stick with each other.
Friend ended up doing the dump-n-run on me. Three thousand miles apart, with no history to crutch ourselves on, we never even had a chance. Things didn't work out. And he ended up transitioning into the first category. We talked less frequently and less openly and my worst fear was realized: I lost my best friend.

So naturally, I'm scared out of my wits about coming to the belated realization that I've got another Category 2 Situation (that sounds so legit) on my hands. I can't lose this one in any way shape and form. But I can't let things turn stagnant either. 

About a year ago, I wrote this post as a toast to the "nice guys" of the world. I was inspired by a ventfest in some Midwestern college paper and decided to share a bit of my own thoughts. I had someone in mind when I wrote it. And that someone can probably deduce from various references who they are. For some reason, I can't give him a fake name. It just wouldn't work or do him justice...

I think the "someday" I reference in that post is now. And, as always, the timing sucks. But it's crazy to think about potential. And not his; I used to like guys because they had such promising potential, even if they were straight-up assholes in the present). He has potential, yes. But he also has everything else. And I'm betting he doesn't even know.

It's heartbreaking because the last thing in the world I want to do is hurt him. But the nature of the entire situation means that somebody gets hurt. There is no blame, nor any real resolution. Just hurt.

And while I'm struggling with this whole situation, the person that I typically turn to to talk everything out is the person I'm trying to give as much breathing and thinking room as possible. These are uncharted waters for me.

Friday, June 10, 2011

2011 Summer (Supplemental) Bucket List

Hopefully, we all know how obsessive I am about lists. And Bucket Lists, in particular. The summer is such a great time for Bucket Lists because there's so much free time to get things done! So this summer, I compiled a list, pulling some ideas from my 2011 Bucket List and then adding some fun ones on my own. Some are actually already finished or in the works, so I crossed them out. Here's to an amazing summer!

2011 Summer List
1. Move to Boston!
2. Buy myself a camera.
3. Watch the Stanley Cup finals.
4. Have one (themed) dinner party.
5. Have a shower beer.
6. Do one of the following:
  • Visit Canada.
  • Go to Connecticut for the beach.
  • Go to D.C. and visit the Newseum.
  • Go to Georgia.
  • Go camping!
7. Do something crazy.
8. Make stuff for apartment.
  • L&L wood pieces
  • Shabby-chic dresser
  • Plant an herb garden
9. Scrapbook
  • KKG
  • Bahamas
  • New York
10. Read these books (and more!):
  • The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle
  • The History of Love by Nicole Krauss
  • Things I’ve Been Silent About by Azar Nafisi
  • Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
11. Send Minna housewarming present.
12. Send Lauren a care package (with Shi playlist).
13. Solidify Woof Magazine:
  • Find business person
  • Locate printer/costs.
  • Lobby for funding.
  • Fill all officer positions.
  • Market to Journalism department and incoming freshman.
14. Get a job (that pays).
15. Publish an article.
16. Visit/have lunch with the Bunkers.
17. Try out Back Bay Bikram Yoga.
18. Do yoga with Laura.
19. Make business cards.
20. Get a Boston Athenaeum membership.
21. Buy myself some letters.
22. Perfect my dougie.
23. Buy myself a dress.
24. Paint.
25. Spend a day with no technology.
26. Take a CPR course.
27. Make something for the Glam Fam.
  • Determine family colors
  • Picture frame?
  • Glam collage
  • Something for littles.
28. Get coffee with Craig.
29. Volunteer at a Red Sox game!
30. Meet Rayna Starr! for coffee/whatever.
31. Summer birthdays.
32. Kickback with Frank.
33. Move into 135 Hillside and toast apartment with champagne!
34. Try Boston Organics.
35. Explore Boston:
  • Get a burger at Bartley’s
  • Go to the beach
  • Go to the Arnold Arboretum
  • Go to the zoo!
36. Wear feathers in my hair.
37. Replace the heels on my boots. 
38. Do some DAR work.
Running through fountains should probably also be on the docket for this summer <3

Here's What You Missed

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away (I'm sure New York would be flattered to be considered its own galaxy)... I actually updated this blog. Unfortunately, I did it while I was working, which is about the most unprofessional thing ever. So I stopped.

Unfortunately, I had no Internet at the time, so I didn't write at home either. So my little Brain Barf went without for a while.

Hello, friends. I'm back and in full force. Here's what you missed:
  • I finished my internship at Marie Claire. It was a bittersweet ending; I'm sad to see such an incredible chapter of my life come to a close, but also happy to move onto bigger and better things.
  • I crafted a Summer (supplemental) Bucket List (more to come).
  • Some sorry loser thought it'd be a good idea to let me rent a UHAUL van and schlep all my shit to Boston. Tiny girl, big van, bigger problems. It also doesn't help that I've had my license for a very short time and never drive, let alone drive a massive full size van with a cargo space larger than my New York apartment... but I digress.
  • Made it to Boston with minimal damage, outfitted my room with some beautiful wood furniture (hopefully STD-free) purchased from a friend, and made my way down to my old digs and picked up right where I left off--which would be the blue couch at 48A, for those who know the scene.
  • Interviewed for, was offered and accepted a position in retail at Ann Taylor LOFT. I start this Saturday!
  • Went to Nahant beach about 30 minutes away to update my Bahamian tan.
  • Started reading, and subsequently put down a book. Currently searching for the next one.
Things are amazing! And life is picking up the pace very quickly. Birthday's on Monday!