aloha.

What do you think of when you here the word, “aloha?” Maybe you think white sandy beaches, palm trees, and a warm sea breeze. Or maybe you think of friendly greetings. When hearing the word myself, I often cherish thoughts of friendships I hold close of those I know who hale from the great state of Hawaii. But [...]

looking for the good life.

It has been way too long since I have last written. But alas, responsibilities and obligations of being an adult seem to give me excuse after excuse. Of course, some such excuses are legitimate. I do work a full time for Cornerstone University, one part time job [at my father's restaurant and catering companies], and I have [...]

twenty twelve.

I have always had a distaste for the New Year. Not hatred. Just a bittersweet feeling. Irrationally, my mind feels as though I have worked hard to make it to the end of the year…as if the end of the year was a goal to reach. Then the New Year chimes in and I feel [...]

the way things were and are not now but will be to come?

Then Hwin, though shaking all over, gave a strange little neigh, and trotted across to the Lion. “Please,” she said, “you’re so beautiful. You may eat me if you like. I’d sooner be eaten by you than fed by anyone else.” “Dearest daughter,” said Aslan, planting a lion’s kiss on her twitching, velvet nose, “I [...]

bust a moby this christmas

This Christmas season, I seem to have an ineffable weariness towards holiday songs of past. Not necessarily toward the lyrical quality, but rather the repetitive nature of the same old. To counter deluge of seasonal commonality, I have created panoply of mellifluous hipster Christmas tunage. So let your inner indie out and bust a moby this [...]

post-thankgiving nonessential hipster musings that are anything but pulchritudinous or pertinent

As the lurid post-Thanksgiving celebration, Black Friday, encourages bargain seekers to track the latest gadgetry with alacrity, I find myself at odds. Not at odds with the principles of capitalism, but rather the emotional fanaticism. I don’t understand the greed that compels the java-enslaved, sleep-deprived shopaholic. Whether it is out of reasonable contentment or sheer [...]