Soakin' Up San Francisco

This past Sunday, as the day dimmed from afternoon to dusk, I drove south on the CA-101 to get back to Los Angeles (and rendezvous with three pals for Great Gatsby). I couldn't help but continually look back, via both my rearview and side mirrors, at the gorgeous sunset behind me. I knew it was important to focus on the road, of course; however, I simply sneaked a few glimpses of admiration toward the macaroni yellow hues filling the entire sky in my backward view. Suddenly, the expression dawned on me: Our windshield is larger than the rearview mirror for a reason. Why is it that I'm someone constantly compelled to look back, linger for what are perhaps several moments too many? I'm always  always  doing it: whether reminiscing the current day just passed as the sun sets, or perusing pictures from last weekend's trip, last night's adventures. It's what we do all day, on social media platforms like Instagram, do we not? I said recently that I write to taste

Late night reflections, Thursday May 9th Today could have been any other day. No particular importance is assigned to this date, it's no particular anniversary. It's a Thursday. I've been 24 for three full months. My car Duke's b-day is approaching, as are other markers around what was happening exactly one year ago this time of the year, but I don't need to write or reminisce about those [first date-y types of] things. Instead, today was the ideal version of a ME day. I was off work, which really did result in me missing my team, the Grove, my store, and my daily soul-feeding interactions with interesting people from around LA. But mostly I caught up on things I've been meaning to do, talked with friends I've been overdue on talking to, treated myself to some leisure and some fun. I even had a chance to do some writing before I go to bed. In the spirit of having a full and productive day, I woke up at 7am! What was I thinking, right? I had a Moroccan

How I began 2013... (originally posted January 16th at 9:02am) It now being officially two weeks into the new year, I'm realizing that I haven't yet actualized any of my goals-slash-resolutions-slash-attempted-life-style-changes made on the eve of this grand new era known as "2013." How and why IS that? Maybe it's laziness, or warranted post-holiday fatigue. Maybe it's my recent sex-addiction, or food-addiction, lack of willpower and/or simple non-abatable desire for constant stimulation - be it in the form of love, snacks or friends and family (sorry, workout; this leaves no time for little old YOU). Well, at least I'm getting in some form of workout most days... Part of my problem is that I'm a PLANNER; rather, to avoid labeling myself, I have a preference toward organization. Thus, I sit down and spend ten minutes thinking: what should I write about today in my stream of consciousness? Consciousness, what are you in the mood to kick out?

So, it's finally happening. After days -  months,  really - of writer's block, procrastination, self-censorship and unadulterated fear, I've decided to re-launch my blogging efforts under a new form of the same alias: Extracordinary. Birthed from my love of puns and shameless appreciation for anything that could be deemed a "sign," my blog title of 24/7 represents both my age and my desire to write at all hours of the day, about any emotion or epiphany that one mere reader may find valuable to their sore, over-stimulated eyes as he or she gazes into the display of their MacBook Pro in the wee hours of the night. I write to taste life twice. I'll reflect for the remainder of age-24, my twenty-fifth year and 2013 as well as share some of those reflections with the blogosphere simply for the sake of feeling less than alone. It will hold me accountable, raise the personal standard for my own writing, but never prevent me from writing from the heart. I'll wr