So I caught up a little bit on this side of the web. The nice part is that my extended hiatus means the number of eyeballs regularly visiting this now forgotten corner have dried up. Which ironically means that I can comfortably babble as much as I want, without any fear of people I know IRL reading my brain farts and making possibly inane and semi-unsubstantiated judgments about my moral character and psychological well-being. Not that I cared to begin with, but it helps to pretend not having an audience sometimes.
That being said, I was experimenting with automatic uploads of my Instagram feed into blog posts. Well, that didn’t work out too well since the pictures really get chewed up in the conversion. In a server somewhere, they’re being downsampled to oblivion. So in a weird throwback of analog-esque proportions, Flickr really is still the way to go in keeping tabs with how sharp I like my pictures to come out. The process might be tedious, but so is this life if you want things a certain way.
It’s so easy to flood our social media with useless drivel, but in the same manner that I curate my Instagram feed to troll on my van-life fantasies, I would like to somehow try to take nice photographs of the memories that define the zeitgeist of my life, without being enslaved by the burden of an audience.
And so it’s nice to have this alternate universe, where your platform is wide open yet at the same time private, because it’s not forced into a screen like FB and IG. Jesus I really need to sleep. Bye.
We take life so seriously, and waste our time collecting physical manifestations of wealth that are the hallmarks of American success. More. Bigger. Better. The challenge is to cut through the noise and have the ability to allocate our time to what makes our lives worth living. The ancillaries are superfluous, the stakes are high. Simplify.
Was reading a few entries from a decade (!) ago, and was surprisingly entertained. Either life was simpler yet more exciting in the blossoming of your twenties, or I’m just not drunk when I write on here anymore.
Maybe the dreams are bigger now, but the realities more ingrained and systemic. But we work on it everyday, chipping on that wall of doubt and indecision, trying to get a glimpse of what it means to really be who we are. The American Dream may occasionally cloud our vision, but never let it control nor dampen the fire of your passions.
Never be defined by speed limits, nor the path others expect you to take. Be in control, to create your life as beautiful as you can dream, and keep fulfilling it every mile of the way.
Dreams for all volks, they last forever.
This is my church. #california #mobiusarch #alabamahills #rei1440project #outdoors #stars #goexplore #exploremore #theoutbound”
The Perseids telling me that all our dreams will come true… !!!
Slept under a few stars last night. 10/10 would recommend.
Instead of the usual Vegas debauchery, we took our soon-to-be shackled man @jabajj out for a taste of adventure the best way we know how.
Le Milky Way. Always my favorite.
Mid week escape to Joshua Tree. The milky way was out, and I brought out some new gear to test but… I forgot the camera. :(
Thank your lucky stars. What stories will you tell your children?
There was another beautiful Bay Window bus in the parking lot of Zabriskie Point, with what sounded like a guy and two girls giggling inside. I was debating whether or not to share some photos of our buses together, but eventually opted to leave them alone lest I happen to disrupt any fun activities unfolding behind their closed curtains. :)
Happiness is a Volkswagen far from home. Exploring the new and the old, together with those who matter to you the most. Constantly reminded of the beauty in all things, in the most unexpected places.