enfin's reality

white wine and sunflowers

through my hands drips the summertime, quickly, and unable to be defeated.  hours and days fly by, and with each new morning comes a new adventure.  camping was unreal- so refreshing, and necessary.  i come back rejeuvenated and blissful.  alpha/beta crews reaped havoc and had many irreplaceable escapades.  and not to brag, but we lived the high life.  fresh oysters on our boat, sunbaths, 11 days of gorgeous weather, sea-kayaking to an island privee, and beach fires.  of course the folks i surrounded myself with were great- and i’m happy that we’ve become close over the past month.

but i also have had a few adventures since.  bumming around portland with m and mr. i, eating at boda, sitting under trees, watching the sunset.  but even more recently- running off to yarmouth, perusing the tracks, jumping off the 40ft tressel, river swims, and night rides.  i’m so happy right now, i wouldn’t want to change anything.  i’m headed to korea in 12 days, which is still a bit unreal for me.  thankfully i’ll be in the company of two cool cats and many others.  boston for a week beginning the 24th, and then a long weekend camping near cadillac.  Oh how i adore the summer season.


postscriptum: i shnagged a pretty sweet book last evening- white wine for dummies.  that’s riight.

enfin's reality, music

surprise! this past weekend was wunderbar.  yes… back to my native tongue! it’s funny how quickly you can fall out of habit, but then, as if nothing happened, return to it as quickly as you fell out!


for starters- i hate fourth of july.  i always have, and i always will, and i suppose there are a few reasons behind this hatred.  one: i am not patriotic by any means.  surely, i do love living in the united states- solely because of freedom- and yes, generally i wouldn’t say that, because i feel as though some rights are most definitely hindered, but, today i am saying that.  two: drunks on the eastern promenade are not the sort of people i like sitting next to, while having them regurgitate on my blanket.  three: i’m not too big on fireworks- in fact, the only reason i watch them, is to hear them.  four: i think the color combination, red white and blue is rather tragic, and i hate seeing it plastered all over everyone who makes a big deal out of the frikin’ fourth of july.  five: i prefer bastille day.  to hell with america, vive la france!

but let’s back up.  today was unexpectedly grand.  trips to the beach with healthy vegetation, books galore, the clash & family.  not to mention miraculously warm waters to swim in, and even warmer temperatures and endless sunshine.  all this followed by a mid evening excursion to el rayo- which i initially protested, but now, after experiencing the dining, i have clearly changed my mind.  so fresh, so clean, so delicious, so divine.  i was rather pleased with el rayo- hence this.  dancing in the ghetto with sparklers and watching the fireworks from the roof was a nice night cap, and now i ready myself to sleep, just so i can awake, ride to the corporate sell-out spot, and then take another trip to the beach again.  rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat.  so much fun, so happy it’s summertime.  it seems as if all my film keeps disappearing.  gone through 5 rolls this week- everything is adding up, and there is no ending in sight.  oceanic adventure beginning in one day.  what can i say? i’m looking forward to it, for both selfish reasons and reasons of pure selflessness (if that even existed).


i’ll eventually post a new mixtape for summer (i’m getting lazy, yet i’m balancing two blogs, and going on holidays often).  i’ll also try and scan some photos and get them posted too.  there is some sort of surprise in store regarding a revolutionary idea to re-amp a wonderful thing that portland is probably missing- and i plan on makin’ some creme brulee soon- so someone better buy me a blowtorch.  no more green for quite some time, and just because i thought of that, let’s chew on this- i hate pbr.  eff off hipster culture and cry me the nile.


postscriptum: i’ve had two very cute waiters this past week, hmm… oh yeah, jack johnson never changes, and i’ve decided that’s a wonderful thing! oh and to add to the local natives video featured up top- if you haven’t listened to gorilla manor, YOU MUST.