good.things.

The past three meals I've had over the course of today and yesterday have all been soups.  Matzha ball.  Chicken udon.  Lentil vegetable.  This oncoming of soups indicates a fortuitous path in the universe.  At least, for me.

The weekend was filled with traveling and work.  Friday I went down to Trenton, NJ with Chico to take a quick visit to his family.  The rest of the weekend I cozied up in Brooklyn, finally gaining the creative momentum to begin work on my Media Studies senior project, which in its present form exists as almost four pages of graphic narrative.  I'm really excited about the work now that I've jumped into it, and reading Voxers' fascinating questionnaires certainly invigorated my thoughts.  So many, many, thanks again to those who contributed.

Meanwhile, the muses of Youtube videos and musical doncations from online friends have been exceedingly rich.  Backdropping my work was a wide-array of tv episodes, from the bizarre Tom Goes to the Mayor (the video above is from an episode with Michael Ian Black...the best secret handshake in the world) and Wonder Schowzen to the competitively comedic Kenny vs. Spenny.  Meanwhile, my friend Analog P. opened my ears to Boards of Canada and rg sent over Regina Spektor's 'anti-folk' album, which I've been listening to on repeat since I got it.

So things are good.  The bittersweet oncoming of parting ways with school in the next month is very apparent.  I don't think I've ever taken so many candid photos of Chico and I with my cellphone.  Just mini mementoes, tiny faces to carry around with me, wherever I may go beyond graduation.

So things are great.