kermit style

make sure to watch all the way to the end :D

(nyc)

vandals

bathroom graffiti at think coffee on 4th ave @ 12th st :)

zoom in, close up:

(nyc)

gleeful

6 things i'm grateful for right this very moment:

1) it's nice and cool in my room. there's a nice breeze on my legs coming off my lovely little green retro fan :)

2) i just finished a monster marathon 19 hr. writing streak and i actually feel good about it

3) i'm going a special preview screening for the new transformers movie in a couple of hours and i'm ridiculously little-kid excited

4) my fridge is full of good stuff

5) i discovered how much i love chilling out on my awesome fire escape at sunset

6) i've gotten so many unexpected offers & invitations for work and meetings this past week that my schedule can't keep up

wheeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!

(nyc)

crush

"it's just that i don't want to be somebody's crush. if somebody likes me, i want them to like the real me, not what they think i am. and i don't want them to carry it around inside. i want them to show me, so i can feel it too."
- stephen chbosky, the perks of being a wallflower

(nyc)

don't answer the question before it is asked.

it is, seriously, SO fucking cool when someone suddenly becomes real to you, you know?

when the person is open enough to have a *connected* conversation with you, and they are actually present in the moment with you.

no assumptions
no pigeonholing
no dismissals

no ego
no. fear.

are you like that? honestly?

(nyc)

no fear

i want to know the one who is not afraid to

be love

to give it, breathe it, receive it, return it, become it

to be so full within
that it spills out and splashes onto
me, you, others, the sidewalk

that this one is so secure in
beingness
oneness
that there is no room for ego
nor games
nor anything less than
perfect
whole

l
o
v
e


(nyc)

cuteness personified

my sister's dog is so adorable, i can't stand it.

(nyc)

circadian rhythms

i have such weird, odd dreams.

last night i dreamt that the world's population had been split according to circadian rhythms. there was no concept of 9-5 because it was just a matter of what your normal cycle was.

the world was on 24/7, although there were no more watches to mark the time. people chose to mark the passage of time by the rhythm of their bodies in alignment with either the sun or the moon.

however, the world was very distinctly split into rhythmic categories and you had to stick within your own category and could not cross over into opposite territory. it was a way for the government to keep control. so a person who was normally most awake from noon to midnight could never interact with someone who was most awake from midnight to noon. apparently the government had some massive scheme going on to keep everyone awake and happy during their most productive hours.

but then a boy accidentally meets a girl with his opposite circadian rhythm, and he knows they are forbidden to see each other. if he makes the effort to change his natural course, everything will become disrupted and start to cause ripple effects. but he has fallen in love with her, so he doesn't care and things start to go awry.

and then i woke up.

a lot of times,  actually most of the time, my ideas for movies/scripts/writing come from my dreams. i don't know where this stuff comes from. well, i know this particular dream came about b/c i'm stressing about my current sleeping schedule. i feel guilty for not being up and productive during "normal" working hours, but i'm up and productive while everyone else is asleep. i've always been this way, but i've noticed that a lot of artists and creative types are also like me. is that a justification? we tend to hold late-night vampire hours, work at a furious pace for a sustained period of time, and then crash and burn into a deep sleep.

but so often, during my deep sleeps, i go on these incredible journeys in my mind and i try and remember as much as possible when i'm on the edge of consciousness. it fuels a lot of my creativity and i revel in it. the heart and mind can go so many more places than the body can. but i still wrestle with the guilt...

(nyc)

love changes everything

watch this, you won't regret it:

beautiful.

(nyc)

positivity

daddy mosquito sent baby mosquito out into the world for his first flight.

daddy mosquito asked, "how was it?"

baby mosquito replied, "it went great! everyone was clapping for me!"

there is always a different way of looking at things :)

(nyc)

searching

i don't have the answers
only the questions
a million of them
please
just give me a sign
that it's coming
what i'm looking for

(nyc)

enigma

don't be afraid to be weak
don't be too proud to be strong
just look into your heart
my friend
and that will be the return to yourself
the return to innocence

if you want then start to laugh
if you want then start to cry
be yourself
don't hide
just believe in destiny
don't care what people say
just follow your own way
don't give up and lose the chance
to return to innocence

(nyc)

birthday gratitude, june 6th

dear God,

thank You for the Love in my life.
thank You for my health, my family, my friends, my work, my finances.
thank You for the travels, the books, the kindness of strangers, clean air and beautiful sunsets.
thank You for the choices, the tests, the lessons, the strength, the resilience, the grace.
thank You for the Oneness, the connections, the depth, the height and the breadth.
thank You for what has been, what is now, and what is to come.
thank You for the blessings, the faith, the hope, and always the Love.
thank You for my smile.

not just a happy birthday, but a grateful one.

(somewhere on a plane b/t LAX>JFK)

making babies

they are two types of babies in the world. one of them looks like this:

cute, cuddly, adorable and they smell good. 

and then there are these types of babies:

a little scary, i know. 

the second type of babies is not overgrown men (although that could qualify as well), but i'm actually talking about creative babies. the kind where you come up with an idea, nurture it, grow it and make something out of it. and it's your baby. these guys above are all geniuses at making those kind of babies. 

they say it takes a village to raise a child, and anyone who's ever babysat a toddler for more than two hours knows that it is not a one person job. they make you want to tear your hair out, they exhaust you and they run you into the ground, all the while smiling sweetly. parents can't get enough help, and it's an endless quest to find more family, more money and more hands.

yet... when it comes to creative babies, so many artists choose to struggle down the path alone. there is a sense of ego involved - that something is my creation and i want all the credit. but how foolish is that?!

look at these guys! together they've creatively achieved more than they ever would have been able to do on their own. raising a creative baby is no different than raising a baby-baby. it's a shit ton of work! so why would you not get your village in place, give credit where credit is due, and in the process make an amazing piece of work that elevates everyone involved?

every person has a set of parents who originally gave birth and hopefully provided the bulk of love and support. but we would not be who we are without the numerous friends, experiences, teachers and soulmates along the way. in fact, we turn out to be better, deeper and richer people when we've had more life-expanding experiences.

it's gotta work the same way with creation too. collaboration should be the journey upon which the masterpiece is created. we need to recognize the contributions and potential of others around us b/c it truly benefits the big picture.

so lay down your lions, let others in, and get to work.

(los angeles)

so tired

i got nothing today. haven't had a chance to catch up on writing all week b/c i've been in one meeting after another.

but the meetings have all been really good, all meant to be, truly, in one weird way or another.

timing gets magical...

and things start falling into place, quick.

(los angeles)

econ 101

when there is less of something, its value increases. even when something that already exists becomes smaller and miniaturized, it somehow becomes cuter and thus more valuable.

examples:

a holy cow ferrari

or mini-hamburgers

in theory and in practice, it makes sense. when demand is constant, it increases when there is less supply of a certain something. and when there is plenty of supply or overcapacity, the demand slacks off.

and how about with relationships? 

guys/girls always like the girls/guys who won't give them the time of day, yet never notice the one who's standing right beside them, ready, giving and willing. 

unfortunately, affection too works like economics and i don't know why we're wired this way. 

wouldn't life be fuller, more beautiful and more peaceful, if none of us craved love, gave freely of it and from it without condition and didn't think that this was such an odd thing? i've met so few people who are capable of living and loving this way, and of the ones that i have, they truly shine and stand out for me. it's amazing to see a human being in his or her full glory, doing what we are all essentially designed for at our core, which is to love freely, deeply and genuinely.

to the bigger hearts out there in the world, cheers to you.

(west hollywood)

life in the hills

really, really grateful for this:

this is why i want to move here, for this view, and for this week, i have it. thank you God/universe/the oneness.

when the insides match the outsides and the outsides match the insides, all is good in this world. i breathe.

(beverly hills)

coming soon

on a scale of 1 to 10, my life veers wildly between a -10 and 20. the highs are unimaginably ridiculous and i can't believe how blessed i truly, truly am. the people, the opportunities, the resources, the work... it's amazing.

the darknesses have been gut-wrenching, character-testing, faith-shattering moments of blackness. 

and through all this... i wonder why i am so rich. my life is so full, in both good ways and "bad", that i feel wealthy inside... and it just makes me wonder, where is this all leading to? what am i being shaped for? what is the purpose of my extreme life? i feel like i'm being tested for something, i just don't know what exactly.

i wish i knew right this very moment, but i also know that the answer is coming soon... i'm starting to see my thoughts literally become reality lately.

(napa valley)

spoilers ahead

have you ever wanted to know what's going to happen next in your life, how things are going to turn out? have you ever gone to see a fortune teller or a palm reader, asking questions about your job, your love life, or maybe some sort of problem?

people say all the time, "it's no fun if you know how things are going to turn out. that's why there are no guarantees in life, that's what makes it fun!" and i think "bullshit." i never understood that sentiment. i always am so curious, almost greedy, to know the final answer...

until recently.

i was watching:

and that's when i got it. i had read some online review about an upcoming episode and even though the author had warned about the spoilers ahead, i read it anyway b/c i thought i wouldn't care. and then when i watched the actual episode, i realized that i did. i did care. it took all the fun out of the show, knowing that i knew the twists and turns of the plot.

and that's when i finally realized the true meaning of that saying, which had been just a cliche to me up till that point. people say it in passing without really meaning it, it's just one of those things that you say. and it always sounded hollow to me, but now i understand that life really is no fun when you know the ending.

the excitement happens in the moments of not knowing. that's what we look forward to in tv shows and movies - without the suspense of the ride, we would never watch such flat, boring stories. yet in real life, we forget this very point b/c we're so focused on getting to the end results and feeling anxious about it the whole time. we forget to breathe... in the moment.

enjoy the now. it's what we actually truly live for.

(napa valley)

tired, but

grateful.

and things become real.

(san fran)