movin' on yet again

No time to figure out the nuances of the crazy adorable layout ... so maybe I'll just switch back. However, I've decided that I've had enough of putting my life in all different sorts of places, so I've consolidated as much blogging as I possibly could into one new, easy-to-remember site. Here it is:

http://lifeofamy.wordpress.com/

Blogger, you've been good to me, but it just feels like it's about time to move on. :) I need to be able to change and expand and explore. Well, perhaps you get my drift. Anyway, this site will be staying to house my mobile blogging adventures. I have to give blogger props for that feature. It's really easy to make mobile blogging happen.

Until the next scintillating photo or insight, ciao!

mi manca roma

Rome at Night

By IAN FISHER

Published: April 20, 2008

At night, the city is lit like a theater, and in the warmer months, it should be enjoyed like one.

I wish I were back there, but I figure, in time, I will be.

wow

From Auschwitz, a Torah as Strong as Its Spirit

By JAMES BARRON

Published: April 30, 2008

A Torah that survived the fetid barracks of Auschwitz will be rededicated at an interfaith ceremony on Wednesday.

100!

Wow, this is my 100th post. I'm kind of impressed. So, here it is, photos from yesterday. It was at hot as summer, beautiful and bright. We went to the beach. Here's the short story.


Learning to take self-portraits


So tranquil looking ... just don't get sunburned


I never get tired of looking up the coast


Pelicans!

There you have it. Don't you wish you were here? :)

le sigh

Shortest, cutest date ever.

reminiscent

I was browsing through public transportation information, and I came across San Francisco's F-Market & Wharves, which I've ridden a few times. One of the most memorable was when I was young. I remember riding this particular model of streetcar with my dad. When we were riding, a man on the streetcar threw his briefcase out of the streetcar. He then proceeded to jump out. I suppose he was late. It was the most peculiar sight, as you can't jump out of most streetcars to begin with! Such is the beauty of a vintage streetcar. At least I think it was this one ... I suppose that's what I remember, and that the streetcar had to have been shaped like a boat. And seeing as a boat-shaped streetcar really would not fit on the streets of San Francisco ... well, you get the idea.

I don't know why I love this video so much.



Anyway, this week looks to be stressful. I hope to jam through the rest of the projects I have to do. In a week, there are also final exams, so it's almost over! Holy crap!

And then ... D.C. and Boston! My new carrot at the end of the stick, besides yarn that I made my roommate hide. That's a whole 'nother subject. Really wondering whether I should just combine this blog and my knitting blog. Separating my life is horribly difficult, I think. That, and am I really that interesting? Then again, perhaps this one is just lots of inspiration and cool tidbits. Chi sa? (Who knows?)

love you more than anyone

Henna on back
Originally uploaded by greedus2

There are times when I doubt my purpose. I wonder why I'm in my major, why I'm here at UCSD, what I want out of life. And then it smacks me in the face. Multiple times in one day. I'm running into my friends everywhere, in the most unexpected ways.

First, in the library, catching up with a friend who I haven't been able to spend time with as much this year as the last. Next, a friend called me with concerns about another friend. I later got in contact with the concernee, and she got to share with me what was going on in her life. Follow that up with Bible Study, where I was proud of the study that resulted. I feel like the study leaders have learned a lot, and we're finally reaching the potential I felt we could. We're progressing, and I couldn't be happier. Finally, tonight, I left study late, after some rousing conversation and ran into a friend. She looked stoic at first, but it was more than I could have ever guessed ...

My friends are brave and strong. They are amazing and beautiful. I love them so much, and I am so blessed to have them in my life. I only hope I could be a fraction as inspirational to them as they are to me.

A little cliche, I know, but considering that I've been under a lot of stress this week, it has been a wonderful day.

attention

The Gaze
Originally uploaded by Anna Pagnacco

I'm working on a project that focuses on the details of the everyday world. Right now, I'm having trouble focusing. Ironic, isn't it. I think I'm taking to finding photos on Flickr that suit my blogging moods. This is more fun. Beats being boring.

So I'm sitting in the library, and I have done some work, but right now, I've hit a rough spot. I'm not sure where to go, or what to right, so I've got to just analyze my data and step away. I might go to study tonight and see what we're up to, then I can go home and finish my analysis. This process is long. I knew I should have given myself more time. Hey ... at least it's still the day before the project is due. :)

lightning struck

I hate that I perform well under pressure. Although, perhaps not, as I get by by the seat of my pants and I'm never sure why. I love my ideas in desperation, but perhaps I can incite desperation in advance. Yeah ... that would be nice. Anyway, not much time to type, just to say I'm not dead. Will write more later in the week.

Oh, and Happy Super Tuesday!

coming to terms

I'm stubborn, and I don't like change. I know it's inevitable, but I just like to dig in my heels and resist like mad. I guess I think it's easier to hold on to all of my bad habits and little lies to myself, rather than just giving it all up. I want to hold on to who I think I am, rather than embrace the person I could become. Or at least I think that's what's going on. My inner monologue has always been a bit confused.

Anyway, I'm just writing to spark some sort of creative process. I've got a paper due in seven hours, and while it's short, like most things, I want it to be good. This week is going to be hard, and I guess that's why I'm thinking there's no better time for change than now. What better time than when I'm stressed out within an inch of my life. Maybe change will help remedy all of the pressure that I'm feeling, both physically and mentally. Winter is my own personal hell. Time to make it work.

The List:
- Machiavelli Paper due 2/4
- Politics of Immigration Midterm 2/6
- Cognitive Ethnography Photo Project due 2/7
- Cognitive Ethnography Overdue Project ASAP

the road before us

This is a pattern ... me, on my floor, procrastinating on something I want to do and know that I can indeed do. I'm just ... stuck. I wonder whether I put myself into this situation, this was inevitable, or both. No matter. It's now the problem of digging myself out of this hole and not consuming an entire package of Saltines. I have forgotten how salty these things really are. I feel that if I were a snail or a slug, I would shrivel right up/implode just at the sight. Whoo!

Anyway, I suppose not much has changed since last year. Yes, I'm getting older, and perhaps I have some better idea of where I'm going, but the future still looms, yet it is a distant fantasy. It's like the side view mirrors of the car. Objects are closer than they appear. So here I am, laptop in lap, really, typing away toward my future. The road is endless, but but I'm in need of a rest stop, and I'm not sure where that next exit will take me. At least, I think, I have over a year to figure this out. I really think that this whole double-major thing is a procrastination tactic. Story of my life, eh? At least I cop to it.

this anticipation

As 2007 comes to a close, I'm not sure what to say. This year has been amazing. It's been full of challenges, joys, and sorrows. I can only hope that 2008 exceeds this. See you in the new year, with better entries, crazier adventures, and more love.

XOXO

what do you mean 'christmas'?!

Hi all, and a very Merry (Late) Christmas. This month is definitely a little tired, and I'm not sure what to say ... it's been a great year, and perhaps, when I'm more articulate, I'll be able to write what I want to say.

let's never stop falling in love

The world won't stop changing, and I can't blame it. I'd rather have it keep moving and keep going, and yeah, I don't want to stop. I desperately wish I could still be in Rome, but if I were, my life would have changed in such different ways. I wouldn't have gotten a job, I wouldn't have gone to New York, I wouldn't have lived with Kimi, and I certainly wouldn't be the same person. All of the challenges that life has put before me have been worth the struggle. Everything I am is a product of who I was. Everything I will become is all part of who I am now. Life is like a game of Jenga -- you keep building upwards with what you've already got and you pray for balance.