No news is good news.

In Los Angeles I've come to realize what may be described as "living a boring life" really just means retaining your sanity, and that's ok. In fact, it's more than ok, it feels fucking wonderful.

It's almost sad the way in which we all frequently use these as a means of complaint; venting hurt feelings, frustrations and dissapointments. I am certainly guilty of this charge, and have thus made resolute to report on the good things in life. So in these last few months where there has been no news- rest assured means it's been nothing but good news, written else where on tangible paper for personal record keeping.

Sometimes we fail to realize nothing can replace direct human contact, or resolve things better than simple human converstaion (preferrably over coffee, noodles or sushi). There is no greater sound than the laughter of the people you love most, wherever they may be. No meal is as fulfilling as a home cooked one, and a good hurt should equal laughing to the point of tears at a drunken Elmo, or muscles strained from a boxing instructor repeatedly yelling "high knees."

Why bother with the broken TV remote when there's a stack of books consistently beckoning, or discoveries to be made on foot right in your own neighborhood (pictures to follow). Winter may be my new favorite season.