I rarely get out of bed before noon on Saturdays, but today I was up early and out early because of a special March on Market Street. I hopped on the light rail and rode down to Civic Center where I began to see a plethora of lab coats and Albert Einstein wigs and clever… Continue reading The March for Science is the March for the World.
John Keats once said, "truth is beauty, beauty truth. That is all ye know on Earth, and all ye need to know." The Earth is truth with its raw and real and naked existence, and the Earth is the ultimate beauty with no filter and no make-up... Enjoy the blue and green world's endless amenities and… Continue reading We Are the World. The World is Us.
April 18, 2014–a month before high school graduation and a few months before beginning my college journey– was the day I was given the key to the lock on my dreams. But, it all started a little before that... It all started in a small AP Literature class full of anxious seniors at South Mountain… Continue reading Happy Anniversary, Dreams.
First, she lost the waves of strawberry blonde that ended at her waist. Then she lost her mouthwatering skin, a bright and throbbing red like a bed of ripe and ready strawberries in a strawberry field. She used to have a tasty, round figure that everyone would drool over, but now she’s dry, with off-black… Continue reading Death and Decaying.
Second Saturdays are the best Saturdays. They are better than First Fridays and are the only Saturdays I will get out of bed before noon. The second Saturday of each month, the Friends of the San Francisco Public Library group opens the doors to their book haven and sells all of the used/new angels for… Continue reading Adventures of a Bookworm: Second Saturdays are the Best Saturdays!
Isabella: Hey. Jeniyah: Hi! Isabella: So, guess what happened yesterday? Jeniyah: Oh my god, you lost your virginity? Isabella: What? No. I don't even have a boyfriend– Jeniyah: You got into Harvard? Isabella: No. I– Jeniyah: You got a car? Isabella: No! Just let me tell the story. Jeniyah: Okay, go. Isabella: Okay. It was… Continue reading It Was a Dark and Stormy Night…
Growing up in San Francisco is way different than Arizona. In Arizona, we don't do buses. We have them, but we don't do buses. If you were on the bus, we made fun of you, guessed how much money you had, and whether you had a car or not. Arizona is just too hot, dry,… Continue reading Muni Chronicles: A Surprise Trip to Daly City
I met the president and his wife at the White House last night, in my dreams. Ha. It felt so realistic! And, not the heinous man and his absent sugar baby that's in the office now, but the golden and fantastic Obamas. I don't remember which class I was in, but we took a… Continue reading Meeting Michelle and Barack Obama.
I love listening to covers because I love seeing people take a song they admire and love, which I also love, and transform it by putting their spin on it. I hate when people complain and say oh they ruined it, or no one beats the original. The point of a cover is to not… Continue reading The Eleven Best Covers on Triple J.
John Lennon said, count your age by friends, not years; count your life by smiles, not tears. I agree not to put a numeric value on age, but instead of smiles and tears, I count my years a little differently. Here’s how: By my crush on Justin Bieber–it has become weak over the years, although… Continue reading How I Count My Years