January 29, 2005

Girls just wanna have fun

...was the song they opened with last night at the banquet, after the (rather small and unimpressive) meal and some fanfreakin'tastic videos. I was quite proud that over 50% of the photos featured during the video credits were taken from my webpage. Wherever I go, I gain a reputation as a photographer of sorts, and that's something I ususally end up being proud of. And here, I've also gained a reputation as a baker. What I've been slacking on is the cultivation of my inner writer.

For the upteenth time in my life, these moments are moving too fast. This was our final banquet together. Soon we'll be receiving results of Boards, applying for jobs, getting accepted for internships, and inevitably, moving away from each other. I am so torn at times between prematurely missing these friends, and being in a perfect state of excitement regarding life in another part of the county.

Such is life. Harmony consists of opposing tensions.

January 21, 2005

All things considered

Lately I've had this urge to move to Africa and become a water buffalo veterinarian. Because hey, I like cows, and the idea of practicing veterinarian medicine in a manner that benefits the world on more than a pet-by-pet basis really appeals to me.

But then I remember that I have this massive loan to pay off, and that Water Buffalo Veterinarian is probably not the most lucrative profession. Someday, though. Someday.

Oh, and in the next entry? Remind me to tell you about what it feels like to go running at night, when the air is crisp and the moon is moving in and out of the clouds, and you can only see the five feet of road in front of you that your headlamp illuminates, but that's okay because five feet is all you really need, because it's not so much about the scenery at night as it is the mood, as it is about feeling your pulse race and your lungs take in each sweet breath of oxygen, as it is about introspection and darkness and quiet forcing you to look a little deeper into yourself.

Never mind... mission accomplished.

January 5, 2005

?Feliz (temprano) Tres D?a de Reyes!

These days I find myself visiting this page and hitting the 'refresh' button continously on my browser, just to see what random three Flickr photos show up. What can I say? I'm easily amused.

Well, not really.

Tonight I went running outside for the first time in a week. It was already almost dark, it had snowed recently and thus the roads were narrow and the sidewalks rough, and I didn't have any reflective surfaces or even a flashlight for the dark areas. But I went anyway, slowly, trying to ignore rush hour traffic by means of cranking up the volume on my iPod shuffle. Once I entered the quieter parts of town things vastly improved, and as I neared the playground I couldn't resist stopping for a quick swinging session. I had to pump solely with my arms due to the drifts, and the winter air was cold and clear and sweet on my face. I picked "The Obvious Child" to play as I rocked myself higher into the air, thinking this is how a bird feels when it climbs into the air, launching away from gravity and slicing through the atmosphere.

January 3, 2005

As if you hadn't seen enough yet

I now have a Flickr account! I took my 2,015 gallery pictures and narrowed them down to 232 favorites. And then 26 personal favorites. Jeez, that's still a lot, huh? Anyway, I'd love it if you went and left some comments or something.

December 31, 2005

This Year in Pictures (clickable)

Years, to me, are mostly ages. As I was born in the nice, even year of 1980, I think of each year as a particular age. For example, 2005 was the year I was 25, and 2006 will be the year that I am 26. Twenty-six seems like a very nice number to me, for some reason. It will be the year that I (cross your fingers) graduate from veterinary school and finally, finally cap off a 22-year education. It will be the year I move from one coast to the other. It will be the year I become responsible for first, do no harm.











2005, meanwhile, was a mixed year for me. Career and education wise, it was an eye-opener and an adventure (in a good way). Love wise, it was a mixed cloud of happiness and longing and ache. Fitness wise, it was simply a struggle. Creative wise, mediocre; friedship wise, solid.

So here's to a new year, a new age, and new adventures. May you and I never cease to dream.