Questions

How can writing can be so simple at times, and other times it is too complex for me to unwind at any reasonable pace?

After all, how do you capture all the colors of the wildflowers in black ink? How do you display all the wistful strains of the violin playing inside your mind? How do you demonstrate the enchantment of a sunbeam dancing across the floor? What brings a reader to fully grasp the vast emotions contained in a single line of poetry? What makes it possible to pin your heart to a page and still remain whole?

Why is it so difficult to bring ideas, emotions, images from the mind to the fingertip, without distorting their original intent? Where is the part of ourselves that knows perfectly how to express what we feel, see, hear, smell, and desire to say? Who can begin to unravel the mass of webs that I myself cannot begin to fully comprehend or produce?

When will I be able to free this wild creation of my imagination?

what a weekend

So Reid and I had an awesome time over the weekend! On Saturday we borrowed a car and went to Six Flags Discovery Kingdom. While the place certainly doesn't meet up to Disney standards, we still had a lot of fun! There's a great mix of wildlife exhibits, fair-type rides, and crazy coasters. We got to see a dolphin show, tiger show, killer whale show, ride rides, eat yummy fair foods, listen to great tunes, and spend the whole day in the sun. We bought season passes for only five dollars more than the entry price--which is great considering we didn't even get to half of the stuff in the park.
And on Sunday we met up in SF with some of Reid's friends from Brown. We went to Golden Gate Park. It's a beautiful huge park (larger than Central Park in NY). We enjoyed the sunshine, company, and fun.
It's another beautiful day here, in the nineties today. I've had a productive last few weeks, and am looking forward to accomplishing much more over the next few. Hopefully they'll be just as bright and exciting.