The lake

Ringo and plum blossoms

Spats

Missouri Lounge

Take it outside

Sunday

Saturday

All gone

After a great walk

Neil Gaiman, as quoted in the Davis Dirt

"I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.

"Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You're doing things you've never done before, and more importantly, you're Doing Something.

"So that's my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody's ever made before. Don't freeze, don't stop, don't worry that it isn't good enough, or that it isn't perfect, whatever it is; art, or love, or work or family or life.

"Whatever it is you're scared of doing, do it.

"Make your mistakes, next year and forever."

Davis

Flannery was once a Padre

Grant Street blossoms

Squares

Go Patriots!

No it doesn't

Old and new

Evocative

Post by Bearded Lady.

Lena Dunham and retouching

Adam told me about this story and I read it with interest today. Having written a book (yes, I can finally call it a book) about coming to terms with who and what you are, I also have to think about how that message will eventually be received.

I imagine it wouldn't go over too great at Vogue.

When I had my photo shoot last month with Luke at the Sonoma square, he asked me if I wanted anything retouched. I told him absolutely not. I yam what I yam, right?

Caution

Cafe Venetia, Palo Alto

And they bloom

I love this guy

Finding fascination in writing

For a long time I didn't like to talk about writing. I felt as though I almost wasn't interested in the process -- I mean, sure, I did it, but did that mean I had to talk about it?

The answer to that these days is yes, without a doubt.

These days I want to pull apart and examine not only books, but films, songs, paintings and photographs. I want to find meaning in everything, and I usually do.

Pacifica

This way

Kid forever

Berkeley Bowl misspellings

Adam to me

"You're, like, the Tom Brady of my penis."

MacArthur Maze

Splash Pad Farmers Market

Deadline and dog loving

Stan's fence

Civic meeting, Philz

Latte, PIQ

Jack jumps for bubbles!

First plum blossoms

Bay Area Free Book Exchange

Jonathan Franzen, "Freedom"

There's a hazardous sadness to the first sounds of someone else's work in the morning; it's as if stillness experiences pain in being broken. The first minute of the workday reminds you of all the other minutes that a day consists of, and it's never a good thing to think of minutes as individuals. Only after other minutes have joined the naked, lonely first minute does the day become more safely integrated in its dayness.

Out to dry

Philosophy along Shattuck

Workplace

Au Coquelet, 10:45 a.m.

New Year's Day

Updating my new calendar at the Pub.