In California

1:52 - 2:57 is magical.

I am native to it, but I'm overgrown
I am choked
My roots on the earth, as rich as roe
Here, down in California

I gotta say I like her new voice; her little-girl crooning from before was a little freaky. But now I feel bad because apparently the change happened because of "vocal chord nodules" (wtf moment).

NYTimes Fashion Diary: The Tribes of San Francisco

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"'It’s a very difficult city to read,' Mr. Lopez said, owing largely to the local distaste for ostentation and hype, a suspicion of anything that requires a high-degree of difficulty to pull off and that people spend a lot of their lives in cars."

Not so sure about the whole athleticism thing being distinctly San Franciscan, but otherwise this article is pretty spot-on about all the things I love about this city. It's hard not to be seduced by the everyday style of New York City, where regardless of the day, time, or place, people on the street strut about like they just walked off the cover of a magazine. When I was there for a few short days this summer, I was enthralled by the glamour - partly because it seems so unattainable - but when it comes down to it, San Francisco is where my closet and my heart belong. Now someone give me a plaid shirt and a Mission burrito.

Screen tests

"For some reason, awful lot of actors come from these kind of peripatetic backgrounds. You'll always find that they've had these itinerant childhoods. And the only thing I can think of, is that it just teaches you that behavior is not concrete. I think a lot of people think that behavior is character. I act this way; therefore I am this way. And one of the things that you learn moving around a lot is that behavior is mutable. And that's something that actors know inherently, that behavior means different things, but that you change it, depending on where you are, who you are, what you want to accomplish."

I love these actor screen tests from the New York Times. I don't know why I find them so fascinating, but some of them I've watched over and over again. My favorites are Penelope Cruz, Javier Bardem, Marion Cotillard, Carey Mulligan, and Seth Rogen.

Peter Sarsgaard's is incredible - especially his description of his character in An Education.

"He kind of becomes a docent for the world for this sixteen-year-old girl. And it's not really about sex; it's about - when you first show someone a butterfly - they've never seen one - you re-experience the butterfly for the first time again."

Bay Area concert wishlist

9/17 - Ratatat @ The Warfield

9/22 - Local Natives @ The Fillmore

9/24 - Band of Horses @ Greek Theater

9/25 - Dirty Projectors @ The Fillmore

9/27 - Passion Pit @ Fox Theater

10/2 - Arcade Fire @ Greek Theater

10/16-17 - Treasure Island Music Festival

10/19 - Jonsi @ Fox Theater (this one I am going to for sure with Jane)

10/26 - Sufjan Stevens @ The Paramout

11/2 - Bloody Beetroots @ The Mezzanine

WHAT THE HELL. The number of amazing shows in the next few months is staggering, and, pathetically, stressing me out because I know I can't see them all given time/budget/buddy constraints, especially since my tried and true concert companions are either saving the world in Michigan or living it up in Glasgow. Let me know if you are interested in any of these, because I sure as hell would love to go to as many as possible.

Some of my favorite concert memories in the last four years:

On the way to Bimbo's to see Voxtrot. It was sophomore year, December - Christmas decorations everywhere. We took pictures with towering Gap ads on Powell of Will Arnett and Amy Poehler wrapped in striped scarves. I miss those days when Union Square was a treat and San Francisco was still so exotic.

God I love this man so much. RAMEEEESH. Ignore the fact that he looks sweaty and disgusting. Voxtrot is from Austin +1. They make amazing music +1. Ramesh was so nice! +5000.

Spring of the same year, Rilo Kiley with Tiff and Katharine. We were little and Asian so everyone let us stand in front of them, and we got right up against the stage. Jenny Lewis is perfect and played all my favorite songs.

SIGUR ROS. Best. show. of. my. life. Jonsi's voice sounds like angels and rainbows and silver unicorns. The Greek was surprisingly packed, and my favorite moment happened when they were playing a particularly eerie song right before the encore. It was the end of the night, everyone was moved by the music (and yes, the weed), the band was silhouetted against the reddest lights, and suddenly it started to rain. Inexplicably, every single person in the audience raised their arms to the sky at the same time. If you've ever heard Sigur Ros you'll understand when I say I felt like I was part of a cult. A cult of awesome. I've been chasing that feeling in every show I've been to since.

Self-diagnosis

Today, shoulders hunched against the chilly San Francisco wind, I looked down at my feet while waiting to cross the street at Mission to my office building waiting on the other side. I was surprised to see that all that melanin acquired in Greece and Turkey has faded to a slight tint, barely noticeable against the lighter stripes imprinted by the shelter of my flip flops.

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I was inserting a footnote in Excel about the capital expenditures of a hospital. Except, instead of obeying my head and typing hospital, my fingers found their way around the keyboard and out came

H-O-S-T-E-L.

It seems Wanderlust is a chronic condition, and I've got no interest in a cure.

In transit

Things thought on my way back to SF from NYC:

It's odd that you can share a 4-hour conversation and an armrest with someone on an airplane and never learn their name. And what are you supposed to say to him or her while disembarking? I was transferring in Denver and he was home. "Welcome home" seems odd; it isn't my home, after all.

The Denver airport is miserable. I once had a terrible standby experience here and was in the airport for 12 hours. It's just as bad as I remember - the terminal is literally one long strip that takes half an hour just to get through.

Few things make me happier than a jovial BART conductor. At 12:30 PM after 12 hours in transit (Subway + bus + plane + plane + BART), a "Goodnight, and thank you for riding BART" can somehow make my day.

The Bearwalk van is arguably my favorite thing about Berkeley.

Returning to Form, Klose Guides Youthful Germany - NYTimes.com

Returning to Form, Klose Guides Youthful Germany - NYTimes.com: "I don’t know if I’m going to tie Ronaldo or not, but I think it’s a great compliment to have this opportunity,” Klose said. “I thank the team, but I would rather become world champion than tie or beat Ronaldo."

I FUCKING LOVE THIS MAN. Die Mannschaft is taking down Spain tonight. Just wish I didn't have to stay up until 4 AM to see it.

Beijing - edition 2010

This is me studying for the LSAT. If I look unhappy, it's because I am. Silver lining: SAO PEN!

Mom making a traditional Lanzhou salad with tomatoes, onions and green chilies

Dim sum on Saturday --> Engrish at its best. The Chinese roughly translates to "Fish and radish cake"...wtf?!

Green bean pudding

and shrimp dumplings

Single words

Days in Beijing are spent with the LSAT, nights with the World Cup and early morning hours with a used copy of Middlesex from Moe's. Jeffrey Eugenides is a master with words. I'll resist the temptation to expound on the merits of his prose with metaphors that would pale against his own and let his writing speak for itself instead.

'Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy." I'd like to show how "intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members" connects with "the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age." I'd like to have a word for "the sadness inspired by failing restaurants as well as for "the excitement of getting a room with a minibar." I've never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I've entered my story, I need them more than ever. I can't just sit back and watch from a distance anymore. From here on in, everything I'll tell you is colored by the subjective experience of being part of events. Here's where my story splits, divides, undergoes meiosis. Already the world feels heavier, now I'm a part of it. I'm talking about bandages and sopped cotton, the smell of mildew in movie theaters, and of all the lousy cats and their stinking litter boxes, of rain on city streets when the dust comes up and the old Italian men take their folding chairs inside. Up until now it hasn't been my world. Not my America. But here we are, at last.'

Favorite Turkish Pick-up Lines

Hey lady, where you from? China? I like the Chinese and Japanese girls. You know why? Because the eyes like this (pulls up corners of his eyes).

Hello lady! Can I harass you?

Hello, excuse me! You have Facebook? No, wait! Just for friends!

Kelly and I take turns freaking out on the road

Renting a car in Greece: Jesus Christ most terrifying experience of my life. We were going to get ATVs but it ended up raining in Naxos 2/3 of the days we were there, so we rented a car instead. Bit of advice: DRIVING IN GREECE IS SUICIDE NEVER DO IT.

Live Blogging 24 Hours in Rome Fiumicino Airport

May 30, 2010 - Kelly and I had an 11 AM flight from Rome to Athens, and we were staying at our couchsurfer Lorenzo's, which was a bit out of the way. Wanting to give us plenty of time to get to the airport, I set my alarm for 8 AM...OR SO I THOUGHT. Because somehow, 8 AM became 8 PM, and Kelly woke me up in a panic a little after 9. After speedwalking through the metro, running through the train station an sprinting through the airport with our fifty pounds of luggage, we made it to the easyJet counter just 20 minutes late. "It's too late - " the attendant said, tapping her watch with little sympathy. It was also the only easyJet flight to Athens that day. After walking around another couple hours trying to find a cheap flight with another airline, we gave up and booked the easyJet flight for the next day. Not wanting to spend the 30 euro round trip train fare back to the city, we had the BRILLIANT PLAN of spending 24 hours in the airport. Icing on the cake - we had planned to spend the next night in the Athens airport, so that made two vagabond nights in a row. No internet, but plenty of books...here's a live (b)log from my journal.

1:30 P.M.

AFter running around the airport for almost two hours looking for a flight tonight to Athens, we caved and paid the 67 euors for an easyJet flight tomorrow morning at 11. Here's to the next 24 hours.

3 P.M.

Bookstore purchases: Glamour UK magazine, large fries from McDonalds, and Il Gladiatore.

7 P.M.

Dinner: Big sphere of buffalo mozarella with cured prosciutto, green salad with artichockes. Kelly's eating the same salad and a calamari gnocchi. Not too shabby for cafeteria food.

Kelly: AND BEER!

Lisa: We also have this ridiculous setup going on so we can watch Gladiator while eating. Epic.

8:15 P.M.

A waiter just kicked us out of Ciao, and we traipsed around the entire terminal looking for an outlet. The only one we found was in a hidden nook next to the AirBerlin ticketing counter. We're sitting on the marble counter and maybe spending the rest of the night here; awesome. Also, still drinking my open can of beer in the airport terminal. Awesomer.

9 P.M.

Are you not entertained? ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?! This movie is fucking epic and making this experience infinitely more bearable.

9:30 P.M.

It is actually kind of amazing watching the scenes in the Colosseum and seeing the CGI recreation of ancient Rome after having walked through the ruins. Seeing the dilapidated columns and brick walls, it's hard to picture the splendor of ancient Rome, so this is some welcome assistance to my imagination.

10:30 P.M.

Relocation #3: now hanging out next to some Russian ladies upstairs in the seated area. We just moved two rows of seats so we can prop our legs up. This is starting to look more promising.

10:30 P.M.

Kelly: Lisa chugs her flat beer. The man asleep next to us snores in his sleep. OLAA

Lisa: "I don't get it, hola?"

'Editor's note (lol):' seriously does anyone get it?

10:40 P.M.

For about 90% of the people still chillin in this airport, I can't tell if they're waiting for a flight or homeless. Fairly confident that the same confusion will apply to ourselves in about 4 hours.

KF and I have this thing where we both look haggard as well while traveling - running shoes, sweats, unwashed hair in a messy bun. We decided that our one glamorous airport arrival would be into Athens...that one didn't quite work out. IRONY. WE HAS IT.

circa 3 A.M.

My ass hurts, these chairs are NOT adequately cushioned, and this Russian lady keeps staring at me with judgement in her eyes. I'd stick a sweatshirt under my butt but Kelly's got her legs wrapped around my suitcase. Hers is right by me though...maybe I can find something suitable to fix this problem.

A little later...

Now using Kelly's cheetah PJ pants as an ass cushion. RAWR.

6:30 A.M.

Most uncomfortable night's sleep of my entire life. Kelly is seemingly passed out but keeps shifting around once in a while, which makes me think she's actually awake...Here's my dilemma, do I leave her with all our shit and go to the bathroom, or do I wait until she's more awake? Also, I cannot imagine doing this AGAIN tomorrow.

6:37 A.M.

Went to the bathroom. Shit's still here. Sigh of relief. Most of our night-dwelling compatriots are gone, so people watching is less fun - especially when the people you're watching seem a lot less miserable than yourself. Resenting everyone who looks put-together and well-rested.

6:45 A.M.

Kelly just woke up and kind of looks like death (don't hurt me when you read this Kelly).

Anthem

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pKrVB5f2W0

Alors on danse - Stromae

This song is getting airplay all over Europe. Dancing to it one last time to night on Paradise Beach in Mykonos.

I like the barrrrrrrrrtender

Tonight we went to Fira, the capital of Santorini (unbeknownst to me, Santorini is actually made up of multiple cities). We were just walking along these steps on a hill above the sea and suddenly, there was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my entire life. Beyond the crescent coastline was the Aegean sea, interrupted by black islands and a few scattered cruise ships. The sun was not quite setting, hidden behind large, rolling clouds - and its rays were radiating out all around, hitting the rocks and the sea. I can say without a doubt that it was the single most spectacular things I have ever witnessed. Which is fantastic, EXCEPT I FUCKING LEFT MY MEMORY CARD IN THE HOSTEL SO I COULDN'T TAKE A FUCKING PICTURE. So. Upset. Thankfully Kelly had her camera and was able to capture the moment. I'm still recovering from that whole experience though.

Speaking of gorgeous sights, Kelly and I are in agreement that one of the best things about Santorini is Nikolas...our bartender at The Beach Bar, right on Parissa beach (one of the most famous beaches of Santorini and 200m from our hostel). I am going to miss this Greek man almost as much as I'll miss the sunsets. We came to this bar tonight and yesterday, and he was so nice to us tonight even though I shamelessly embarrassed myself (and Kelly) the night before...not putting the story on this blog (hello relatives from China potentially reading this), but it involves strawberries and waving and long islands and me being completely obnoxious, as per usual.

Heading to Naxos on a ferry tomorrow afternoon (15 euro, takes 2 hours). Excited to explore a new island!

Santorini...

...is the most beautiful place on earth. Click for full size.

Today was an absolutely perfect day on Santorini, probably one of my favorite days on this trip so far. We started with a hike up a still-active volcano in the middle of the island (the Minoan eruption of the volcano occurred in the 1600's and completely changed the geography of the island), which offered amazing views of the main part of Santorini, the crescent. Then we took a boat to the hot springs, an area too shallow for the boat to dock in. Solution: WE DIVED INTO THE AEGEAN FROM A BOAT and swam to the hot springs. One of the most amazing things I've ever done. Then we docked on the island of Thirassia and had an amazing lunch of squid, lobster, and shrimp skewers. And finally the best part: watching the sunset over Oia, the most picturesque city in Santorini (and responsible for the above three shots). Oia (pronounced Ia) is the most beautiful place I have ever been. Ever since high school, when I first saw pictures of Santorini's white-washed houses and bright blue domes, houses set into cliffs and beaches fading into the bluest sea, I've wanted to come here. This was the #1 place on my bucket list, and it has turned out to be everything I expected and more. It seems impossible that something like this exists in real life. The beauty here is breathtaking; I never want to leave.

Special shoutout to Nicole for all your help and amazing recommendations!

Videos from Europe

Transatlantic sunrise on our flight from Philly to Frankfurt

Beautiful hike through the hills of Switzerland

To Kaitlin from Rome!

Annnnd to Dow and Raina from Rome :)

Oh herro.

Okay...Lorenzo is kind of amazing. COUCHSURFING IS NOT A DATING SERVICE. COUCHSURFING IS NOT A DATING SERVICE. COUCHSURFING IS NOT A DATING SERVICE. NOTE TO SELF.

Roman Holiday

Kelly and I have just spent our third day in Rome and it has been an absolute whirlwind. I can't believe we've already been to four countries! I'm cheating a little bit because I'm counting Vatican city, but still - Switzerland, France, Italy, Vatican City...all in the past 6 days. It's shocking to write that - six days - when it feels like we've been traveling for weeks and weeks. Everything has been wonderful, but traveling is just as exhausting as I remember. I have to say that I'm looking forward to relaxing on sandy beaches in the Greek isles and not worrying about what landmark I want to see next.

One of the best things about traveling with Kelly is that her Art History/Poli Sci background give a lot of good context to the stuff we've seen. Despite years of humanties, AcDec, and random history and art classes, it seems that I've forgotten almost everything. Especially in a city as rich in culture and history as Rome, monuments get so much cooler when you actually know what the hell they are.

We're in Roma for two more days before heading to Athens and then the Greek Isles. We've already stayed in two hostels here (The Yellow and Alessandro Palace and Bar - I highly recommend the latter for better safety and newer facilities, as well as cool staff), and we're going to couchsurf for the next two nights! We're heading to our couchsurfers place tonight and I can't wait to meet him. His name is Lorenzo, he's 29, and all his recommendations make him sound awesome.

For anyone who isn't familiar with Couchsurfing (http://www.couchsurfing.org/), it's an online community of travelers around the world who offer up their couches for free for a few days for anyone who's traveling to their city. Not everyone has to offer up their couch in order to stay with someone else. I was kind of sketched out by the concept at first, but the verification and recommendations system makes it so that it's easy to see if a person is trustworthy. This will be my first time couchsurfing, but all my friends who have done it in the past have had absolutely amazing experiences. In fact, we tagged onto someone else's couchsurfing host in Rome: in the middle of climing the 330 spiral steps (yes that is as difficult as it sounds) to the top of the cupola of St. Peter's Basilica (7€ to take the elevator then walk, 5€ to do the entire thing on foot), I met a girl from Montreal who is studying in Lyon and traveling through Italy. Her name was Andrea and she's couchsurfing alone all over Italy. Girl's got balls. Either way, we decided to meet up the next night, and she invited us to a party that her couchsurfing host Domenico was attending. It ended up being a SCHOOL-SPONSORED party thrown by the college of Chemical Engineering of the University of Rome and we had a blast. In conclusion...couchsurfing rocks. Will let you all know what our experience turns out to be after we meet our host.

Alright, internet is running out at this cybercafe/laundromat (wtf is right), so until next time...Ciao!

IN SWITZERLAND BITCHES

Blog entry from six days ago that I never got around to publishing because Alex's internet died:

Currently sitting in Alex's BEAUTIFUL apartment in Nyon, Switzerland, a tiny town half an hour outside of Geneva. Check out the view from her awesome balcony:

Across that lake is FRANCE! We're going there in two days to Yvoire, a cute little coastal town.

Alex and Arezu enjoying a baguette for breakfast

I am in shock that we're here. It really didn't hit me until we landed in Geneva, and then I started bouncing up and down and yelling about how excited I was to a very concerned looking Kelly. The flight was long but smooth; two short stopovers in Philly and Frankfurt later and here we are! Things of note:

- Free and delicious espresso in the Frankfurt airport = instantly my favorite airport ever

- Everything in Europe is just so easy and un-wasteful and efficient

- Sunrises make 7 hour flights infinitely better

- I MISSED SPEAKING FRENCH SO MUCH...even though I have a lot to catch up on

Exercises in nostalgia

Tonight, instead of finishing my French reading, I:

- looked through the entirety of Tiffany's and my wall-to-wall dating back to 2007

- looked through SAO albums of a couple of alums from Freshman year

- looked through my Skype chat history with Emily and did a search for the words "ridiculous" and "drunk" (there were a lot of results)

- scanned a bunch of old high school photos

Am I alone in this? I feel like I am truly predisposed to feelings of nostalgia, like I was somehow born handicapped by my inability to ever live in the moment. Even my hobbies of choice either hearken to the past (art history, anything vintage) or distance myself from the present. Photography is counterintuitive in that way. In theory the click of a shutter freezes a moment in time, and what could be more immediate than that? But my mindset before I take every single photo is that I'm capturing this moment so that I can look back on it in the future. Every second it takes to frame a picture through a lens is a second I'm not seeing the world in its raw form. Same goes for blogging. Web 2.0 buzzwords and instantaneous communication aside, every word I write is to preserve some state of mind I know I'll want to remember, and any blogger knows that after writing for a while, a funny event starts to almost immediately transform itself into a swirl of words to be included as a witty anecdote in your next entry.

Milan Kundera said it best in L'Ignorance (props to Tiffany for introducing me to this novel that has spoken to me more than nearly anything else I've ever read): "Le retour, en grec, se dit nostos. Algos signifie souffrance. La nostalgie est donc la souffrance causée par le désir inassouvi de retourner."

In English: "The return, in Greek, is called nostos. Algos means suffering. Nostalgia, then, is suffering caused by the unquenched desire to return."

When I'm asked if I'm excited to graduate, the words sound ludicrous. At least this week, when everything draws to a close, looking forward is an impossibility. One year ago, I had just gotten back to Bordeaux from a 10-day trip to London, Prague, Vienna, and Budapest. One year from now, I'll be a corporate drone typing Excel formulas and proofreading powerpoints.

I've got an unquenched desire to return, and given the options, I'd rather look back.

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On an unrelated note, I miss this blog. I decided to quit it after returning to this side of the Atlantic, because it was intended to be a travel blog and that wasn't my life anymore. Still, unaccustomed earth has interpretations beyond the literal, so I think I'd like to start up again. Just seems so self-indulgent to blog about something as mundane as college life when tens of thousands around me are living the same thing. Eurotrip this summer with Kelly may be the perfect excuse for me to revisit this baby though, and to be honest I'm looking forward to it almost as much as the trip itself.