Just another liberal arts degree holder looking for career fulfillment in all the wrong places.
Forged by Fire and Rubble
I've heard artists talk about how certain pieces they've made are meant to evoke walking through the rubble of your own life. That's poetic, isn't it? But, have you every actually walked through the rubble of your own life? I have. The moments, in retrospect, can indeed be poetic imagery. However, in the moment, I could not think about beauty. All I could think about was the savage nature of chaos, loss, and trying to find my grandmother's ashes. When that failed, I wanted to see if I could find something, anything, that I could salvage.
Another "Gunpowder Milkshake" Review
Needless to say, there are spoilers ahead. Please do not continue reading if you have not watched "Gunpowder Milkshake." I'll proceed with some general observations - then I'll give the warning. It also helps to have some context if you've seen any of the John Wick films and "Nobody," because some small details (which would not ruin the movies) follow. After that, it's up to you to continue.
Yua spent every summer in Japan with her grandmother and her aunts. While her small handful of friends back home thought it sounded glamorous, they didn't realize that it was the humid, monsoon season. They also didn't realize that she was required to go to school while she was there.
Mariposa and the Marigold
She was eleven years old. Her name was Mariposa. She liked to think that her parents named her after a butterfly (mariposa means "butterfly"), but as it turned out, her parents saw the name on a road sign on the way to the hospital and thought it was pretty. They didn't even know what it meant after Mariposa herself looked it up.
I am not an athlete. I do not have pressure from entire countries and endorsements on my shoulders. I do not have the eyes of history boring into my back. I have no idea what it is like for people in such positions. However, what we've been seeing unfold this year, and frankly, for decades, is that at least in the United States (and I imagine this is the case in many other places), we have a mentality that forces people into uncomfortable and dangerous situations where the individual feels either too powerless, or too full of shame, to say, "No. I can't/won't do it."
To Kir, or Kir Royale?
Despite being the plebeian I am, I have been fortunate enough to have traveled well-beyond where I was born here in the United States of America. In fact, I can't actually remember the state where I was born. I was too young, and we moved when I was six months old due to my father being re-stationed. He was in the military.
A girl on the wind
I was born into a West Coast family. Every summer, we spent hours, if not most of the day, on the nearest beach. After enough surfing and boogie boarding, even as a child, we worked up an appetite. So my father would either take us to Ted’s or a nearby In-N-Out or Wienerschnitzel so that we could stuff our mouths.
Prompting the feelings
I meditate daily. I have for years, but it's been even more important since the world changed in ways I never imagined. First, there's the stress and grief we're all feeling from the pandemic. Second, I'm going through personal heartbreak. Third, I miss, and cannot see my family, due to them being out of state, and I have a fractured right foot.