As I know it

I've already spoken to a few fortunate individuals about it. I am a hopeless romantic when it comes to aesthetics, be it cinematography, lomography, painting, sketching, composing, classical music. The general understanding for teenagers is to jump on the bandwagon...but I, have no prevalence in that matter. I would rarely call myself an avid movie critic, but my expectations were set above par last night. I wouldn't do it justice trying to translate the epic rise and fall the film had on me. "The Fall" speaks for itself. The casting was beautiful. The screenplay was beautiful. The music, my god, was beautiful. If you're unfamiliar with Beethoven's compositions, and by unfamiliar, I mean you haven't spent much time or depth getting immersed in it, I suggest you get yourself acquainted. The main and recurrent track of this film is Symphony No. 7 in A Major Op 92. Allegretto. I'd say, bittersweet comes to mind. About a minute and fifty seconds into the movement, you find the dynamics increasing with excitement and translucent vigor. The demonic entrance sets the stage for the uplifting tension resolution. As a musician, you might correspond a piece directly to your feelings. And here we go again. This might be one of the most visualistic pieces EVER.

I'll admit it. I have an artistic crush on Lee Pace. The Blue Bandit. I've been talking to a lot of friends lately about actor crushes and so far, Clive Owen and Josh Hartnett have taken the lead. You have to admit, there are some performances that pluck your strings better than others. I couldn't have found a more suitable actor for the part of The Blue Bandit. His demanding-respect-voice, and his austere mannerisms...and Tarsem's uncanny ability to incorporate a bond between innocence and badassness. Ay papi. It wouldn't surprise me if noone had a clue what I was talking about. If you have an hour and seventeen minutes to spare, I suggest you take the time to watch this modern masterpiece. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEUqDzBpaAw

Toasting

Day 1 of what I would assume, or hope will last for some time. I've preferred the use of pen and paper, but seeing how everyone is on the go, I can't always copy and fax my thoughts to friends and family. I don't condone the use of the internet all the time but in this time and place its the only thing that keeps people together. Its not as malleable as something that will ignite with a spark or tear with an aggravated pen stroke. Here. For your enjoyment or boredom to stumble across. I'll establish this; my writing may provoke torrential emotions you didn't know existed within. Never did it cross my mind to start a "blog," since I thought it was a frivolous waste of space. But the rewards of having an anonymous reader take the time to consume, digest, or dismiss my writing, gives me an immense pleasure of expressing the thoughts that graze my mind for even just a moment. Open interpretation. Open eyes. Take it with a grain of salt, or take it to heart. These inconsequential writings on my wall are proof of no restraints and show no influence from the outside world. As Helen said,

"I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers."

Travel. It's something that has become a friendly reminder in every thought in my mind, ever since my whirlwind trip to Europe in June...When I dipped my feet in the holy water of culture, I haven't stopped fiending. Timely travels wisk me off my feet better than any guy can swoon me on a date. Perhaps it was the visually appealing architectural design of Heathrow Airport, or my desperation of getting off that flight after spending three hours in the air due to some complications on the ground. On top of the 17 hours of travelling I had put up with getting to that point. But who hasn't dealt with adverse consequences that come with travelling? Its a two in one deal that won't let you go. Anyway, it's boiled some sort of pot of curiosity within me to go see what the world has to offer. It hit hard after making friends with Oxford medical students while dancing at Club Kitts in Sloane Square. And the fascination they had with my all too generic American accent. I had never been so excited to get smashed on god knows how many mixed drinks and good beer. Up until this riveting experience, Tokyo encompassed my understanding of the club scene for a couple years, but there is something about the well dressed, sophisticated sounding, bright eyed Brits that made my knees weak. You might laugh but its true. No culture is the same and London sure has the "it" scene on lock. Coming back to the States, I never know how I manage.

I'm feeling the weight of Turkey in my stomach and have the sense that this next week's work outs are going to be painful. Something I wouldn't have to worry about if I lived in New York City, London, Paris, or Tokyo. I would be beside myself if I didn't say I am grateful for the time I have lived/spent in these headlining cities. Its something every person should take time out of their lives for. My future endeavors and dreams include a transferred education at Melbourne University (Australia) and Sophia University (Japan) to further connect myself to my ethnic background. University of Utah has sufficed for the time being, but I get an overwhelming sense of boredom as the term comes to a close. My friends I have made here will forever stay with me through life, but I'm ready to get another splash of fun.

Until my travels pick up again, London UK Paris France- I'll be thinking of u.