There is no need to make things complicated. All you need to do, is go with the flow, try to be the best person that you can, and everything else follows.
Set your standards where they belong, and never compromise in what you’ve worked hard to believe in. Try not to sway to the side of stubbornness, and define your limits. To go through that process of understanding yourself, is the least you owe yourself, and would easily be the beacon during times of doubt. The simple philosophies of your life, the religion that you believe in, in the end, will define who you are. When we understand all that’s important in our life, everything else follows. Steady lang.
The problem was, it was too cool! Ever since I had the Shitzuki, the temp gauge would always hover below the midline and took forever to warm up the engine. Then a week ago, it started barfing coolant into the reservoir tank – so much that it inched its way past the ‘max’ line and eventually started spitting out of the reservoir bottle altogether. There were fears of a blown head gasket pushing the coolant out of the radiator, but the coolant looked clean, so hopefully it was a thermostat issue which would be an easier fix than open top-end surgery. So I took the thermostat housing off at work and found the culprit, stuck in the wide open position. Fifteen minutes later, everything is good and well. So far. I’ll know for sure when I make my way back home.
Finally submitted my passport renewal application. The most important part of course is (trying) to look good on a government issued ID that’s valid for 10 years. I was on the fence about cutting it but I decided to have big hair on the record until my passport expires when I turn 40.
Imagine? 40 with that smirk and a mop of hair. I wonder if I’ll still look (and feel) the same after a decade.
I found an iPhone sitting in the gutter as I was parking the scooter across the street to take these photos. It’s a really unsettling feeling when you are holding something that isn’t yours, which someone is most definitely looking for. I tried to go through the address book and search for “Home”, but figured my best bet was to contact the guy who mis-called it a few minutes before I found it. Apparently his wife dropped the phone and was getting very worried. They’re lucky the phone wasn’t ran over by a truck or fell into the depths of the LA sewer system. He’s passing by in a few hours, and I can’t wait to give this back to where it belongs.
I’ve been thinking a lot about why I haven’t been writing as much lately. Let’s see if I can try to change that. It’s harder to keep an open mind and trying to hash out coherent thoughts that are worthy of posting, and I always feel like I need to put myself up to higher standards. That, and a lot of same old, put a damper on things. But on rare occasions, I actually feel like writing down what’s been happening.
It was a very interesting day today. I started by replacing a leaky distributor housing o-ring of the Shitzuki, which was causing it to tinkle oil whenever it sat asleep. As expected with automotive matters and the fact that my mechanical knowledge pretty much just consists of being able to use a socket wrench, the projected time it took to complete the task at hand was tripled, but thankfully successful. So far. The o-ring was hard and flattened, and shattered once I took it out of the bugger. I just need to clean the oil spill after surgery, then I can see if it cures the drip.
Later in the afternoon Nickel and I decided to don my “Paul and Kat” hat, and hiked out to the Renegade Craft Fair to say hello to our crafter friends (and help Jon sell t-shirts). Thanks to Carmageddon, we tore through the 101 in 2 seconds. Apart from the usual awesome that accompanies attending these craft fairs, Jon pointed out something that I haven’t thought much about, but quickly realized as a profound truth. We were exchanging stories about how our dogs came into our lives, and he mentioned that he believes you simply cannot ‘choose’ your dog, but they should somehow come into your life fortuitously on their own, however it happens. I could not agree more!
I type a lot when it’s 4am.
I spent the rest of the night trying to take pictures of Carmaggedon, and met two random people on the bridge. One was a guy who makes videos on Youtube and took pictures of themselves planking on the median of the 405, and the other was a hobby photographer who traded some excellent photo tips.
I’m getting tired.
As it has come to be expected from this corner of the intarwebz, pictures soon to follow. :)
I really find my sweet spot of productivity in the wee hours of the morning. There’s an energy that I seem to feed on when the world is asleep, and it’s a lot easier to concentrate on the things you need to get done without the distractions of the day.
The only price to pay, is trying to wake up the next day. Ugh.
Explosion of winners at the 0:18 and 1:20 marks! Easily one of the greatest thrills of my life – getting closer to THE DREAM of winning lifetime Coachella tickets! But this year, we just got merch. HAHA!
Coachella for 7 years and counting. 4 years of Carpoolchella in the bus. And we’re damn ready for 2012!!