Oh, ebony road

It’s been some time.

I recently got back from a journey to a secret-ish place far north california coast. There was 8 of us and 3 dogs. We had camped on the beach, amidst giant rocks, underneath the whirling stars – arms of the milky way, along the wild, wild western coast. Scrambled up superbly massive fractal-y rocks, made up of strange layers of sediment, whilst waves crashed on the side down below. Whale pods blowing puffs of water into the air. This kind of wildness does not exist out on my mother coast. I don’t think. It was a little tough to reach the spot (it is secret location, on the coast not too far from Crescent City) We stared into beach bonfires. A wonderful dog named Ginger kept crawling into my lap, every time i got up and sat back down on the sands.

now i sit in a laundromat that is equipped with wireless in berkeley. Perhaps from this day forth, I can only be inspired to write in neutral environments. Fluorescent lights, detergent vending machines with happy-looking soap brands, and my fellow denizens, who most likely had put off laundry until the very last socially acceptable minute.

I walked amongst + climbed eucalyptus trees, with those beautiful, sandalwood-hued strips of bark – hanging elegantly off it’s body.

[weeks later]

Okay, so this post will simply have to deal about being super disjointed, and perhaps non-sequitur-esque. So be it. There is a full moon in my sky and in my mind, therefore, I am blessed with low grade insomnia. I’m just going to follow it and see where it takes me.

and i listen to the sounds of an ukelele. The sounds of an ukelele are inherently cheerful.

My cousin from Los Angeles had visited SF for two days. He is probably one of the rare in my extended family that i can communicate deeply with. I am trying to bridge the gap between my life and my family. I wish to integrate them more, so we are not strangers who happen to be blood related. The interesting thing is that I am also dealing with a cultural/generational gap. My parents had lived in the shadow of the Korean war, and with the exception of the truly insane experiences of 9/11 — I have been largely beyond the scope of war in my front yard (even though, our country is at war still — we only see it in flickers from televisions/computers/newsprint/whatevs). Living far away from my family makes me focus on them even more. Maybe I have simply become a little bit more mature. I don’t know. However, there are a lot of secrets from my father’s side of the family — which largely has to do with the events that have transpired during the Korean War. For example, the North Korean Communist Army came by and captured my father’s older brother, never to be seen again. I was told yesterday that someone else in another part of the family i have never met, may have betrayed my uncle to the NKCA. That blows my mind and I am angry about it decades later. I have it in my mind to write to my dad’s older sister and ask her respectively for details. She is approaching her 80′s. My father is 70. I want to hear their stories before it is their time to leave.

Perspectives being sharpened like the photoshop function.

We are on this planet only for so long — when i think about that it makes me want to do everything, forgive anything, try to be better, try to understand, let go of my beliefs, try to be a bit more brave, more honest, and throw a hand grenade in the mighty server rooms of facebook (kinda kidding, i just have the problem of being so curious about things – ahh, my comic book mind gets carried away sometimes).

All in moderation.

Anyways, interesting things are afoot. Autumn is my power season (even though summer didn’t seem to really happen here). As it is, I am preparing for my first group art show in SF. I’ll write more about that and other blooming ideas soon. I shall try to write more regularly – it is good for my brain.

I must go sign a peace treaty with that SF fog!

xod.