break my heart for what breaks Yours

i haven't asked for this in a long time. there was a point in my life when i sat and i cried with immigrants. when asked to watch a movie about poor minorities living in vile housing conditions and i would have been glued to the screen. when a woman talked about the community organizing going on in a poor orange county city i would have become indignant at the city council that didn't side with them. when watching a documentary about exploited factory workers in my backyard, i would have boycotted the stores at fault.

but i don't really do that anymore.

i'm tired alot these days. i go to my job and i go to class and i look for ways to shake the monotony of the every day routine. everything just seems like too much. i get wrapped up in the drama of relationships and the fact that i'm unhappy here and in the process i lose something. i lose the hope that things can change. i justify my actions and my indifference. i resign myself to mediocrity, thinking this is just the 'in between' phase of my life and once i leave grad school and southern california, the real fun will start and i will care about things again.

i want my heart to break right now. i want to feel that bright eyed optimism i felt in and fresh out of college. i want to love those around me and recognize that is what life is made of and not some temporary rush i get from a mostly meaningless every day activity.

so, please, break my heart for what breaks Yours.

the photobomb super success

We were waiting in line for the Explosions in the Sky concert (at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery) when a girl walked by asking if anyone had an extra ticket.  We did have an extra ticket, so after a few negotiations we sold the ticket to this girl who had just flown into town from Boston to visit some friends. A guy in our group was from Boston, so they hit it off and talked for a few minutes. When it was time to enter the cemetery, we said our goodbyes and set up our picnic site inside.

After much good food, wine, gluten-free cupcakes (John!) and an AMAZING set by Explosions, we packed up our stuff in the dark cemetery, navigating our way through the drunken awe-struck crowds back toward the entrance. Somewhere along the way, John stopped to photobomb some people that he couldn't really see because it was so dark. The flash went off, lighting up the entire area for a split second when we heard "hey, extra ticket guy!!" He had unintentionally photobombed the group we made friends with before the show.

Photobomb super success!