summer spills and fall

i woke up from a nap that i really didnt need. i tried justifying it by the 11-hour flight i took this morning. the korean air flight from seoul to la went by quick but my friend michelle would say otherwise. im not sure how long i have to the next job/trip but for now im just glad to be home.

its been a strange summer and it doesnt feel like its over. i didnt have much sound work early on and i really cant register anything of significance happening at the airport. but then the work began to flow and a few trips began to take shape and form, which leads me to the middle of fall.

the summer whirlwind has softened and now i type. i didnt write much this summer. part of me would like to blame it on work but that wasnt it. i was and still am trying to work out some of the current and past friendships/relationships. the passion and inspiration has been lacking but not for long 

summer-rut of 16'

the dreaded coffee shop is where i find myself again trying to accomplish adult things like organizing and prepping for the upcoming week but in between my serious attempts i easily get distracted at my disorganized itunes/google play music library. i migrated my pimsleur portuguese lessons to google play 2 years ago but most of the metadata came out whack and so for the past hour instead of getting my website going, my portuguese language is finally sorted out and maybe one day it might finally come to fruition. this whole summer has been somewhat of wash with a mix of old and new opportunities, aspirations, emotions, disappointments, much of the same in different wrapping. i haven’t written much and there lies the root so here goes. i also received my brand spankin’ new passport last week. 

im actually feeling much better. ok, on to adult things

Fireflies and Chicago

The last time I saw a firefly I was sitting outside the patio of a hostel in Tirana, Albania. I was halfway through the episode where *** game of thrones season 6 spoiler alert*** hodor dies and boom from the corner of my eye there they were. 

It is 9pm and I'm currently in the windy city of Chicago, Illinois. It is hot, humid and everywhere I go I seem to be surrounded by tatted up hipsters and joggers; pretty much LA but without as many d-bags (debatable). 

I landed about 3 hours ago and during this time span I hopped on the CTA to Logan's square and successfully found the keys to my friend's apartment, somehow managed to find the worst chinese fast food in Chicago, walked about 2 miles around LS admiring the fireflies while trying to calm the upset stomach from said shitty chinese food, walked into coffee shop/bar and ordered two brothers' cane and ebel red rye ale, and proceeded to relieve myself of the evil that the shitty chinese food did to my stomach. 

My friends from LA are flying in tomorrow but I decided to get here a day before for no particular reason other than I had the day off, I didn't want to be home, and gave me an extra day to catch up with my friend Deisy who I don't follow on instragram. 

I'm here till Sunday and the plan calls for day drinks, bratts, bbq, cubs baseball, music and a viewing of the movie titanic starring leonardo di caprio at the park.