Thursday, July 9, 2009


Yesterday, my brother and I were on our way to go look at a new bike for him, as his was recently stolen from the Bart station. We were talking about how we now both looked at bikes people we riding, to see if, by any chance, they were riding that blue Cannondale mountain bike that my dad had owned for 15 years. Alas, wherever it is, it is probably far, far away from Walnut Creek. I said "don't worry, karma will get them."
And then Cian said, "well, maybe they're in a situation where karma has already gotten them. And that's why they're stealing bikes."

...I guess I never thought of it that way before. 

Tuesday, July 7, 2009


Every time I see your face 
It reminds me of the places we used to go 
But all I've got is a photograph 
And I realize you're not coming back anymore