It’s not often that zombies roam around the town of Alhambra. Actually, I don’t think they ever have, but thanks to the Gallery Nucleus‘ latest exhibit, they did last night. As part of opening night festivities, the gallery organized a zombie procession down Main Street in the heart of downtown Alhambra that ended at the exhibit itself. The procession was lead by a very familiar but hideous looking zombie bride.
I’ve always found crime a fascinating subject. I find it even more interesting when it happens in my own back yard. Unfortunately I have yet to experience the Blood and Dumplings Tour, offered by Esotouric, which actually does go around to spots in my home town and the surrounding areas. Instead I went with the next best thing, a a crime tour of the Pasadena area, they call Pasadena Confidential.
It was about 10pm when I stopped at a gas station on my way home from work. I was immediately greeted by two women, one noticeably older than the other who I presumed to be mother and daughter, but that’s just a guess. They were by their car at a pump in the next row from me and called me over. You never hear good stories about meeting strangers at gas stations, so I already had a sense of what was about to transpire.
My friend asked me today about my thoughts on a tough choice he is currently facing. He must decide between going to Columbia’s business school or to UCLA’s–the latter coming with a fellowship. I know, what a terrible dilemma. It may be a fortunate problem to have, but it’s still a problem nonetheless. After writing my response I realized that it contained much of my general philosophy, especially in regards to decision making, so I’m posting it here.
Some Context: My friend sent me one of his acquaintances’ advice to him that recommended UCLA. I didn’t get permission to publish it, but my response directly references some arguments in that advice, so I’ll try to summarize the relevant points made to give some context to my writing.
With bright eyes we look at the new day Each moment fresh, novel and with so much to say Life with its surprises puts a smile on our face All we see, smell, and the delights we can taste Unique visions fill our mind and the dull replaced Greatness is within reach with increasing pace Hope for even better days is warmly embraced The truth we feel in our hearts now reigns Have faith and never be bound by any chains Emerge from slumber and feel the blood in our veins Yell out the thoughts that we can no longer contain So much in this life is left to do and to feel Unfolding before us is a new plan, a new deal For the road ahead is what we take and make real From the old, we make new, the broken we heal Embracing the destiny that only we can reveal Remember that is up to us to define the ideal
The Action on Film International Film Festival kicked off yesterday in Pasadena. Because of my day job, I was only able to catch the last program of the night and the mixer afterward. My cold prevents me of participating more actively this weekend and my day job will probably keep me away from most of the fest…
It’s been over a week since James Zant died, and I’ve been meaning to write about it, but haven’t been able to make decent time for it. It’s probably better anyway that I had time to reflect on it more.
Mr. Zant was definitely one of the better teachers at Rosemead High School and one of the few who I feel made an impact on me. It wasn’t really what he taught that lives with me now, but the effect of his character. He had a great sense of humor, was very witty and sarcastic. He wouldn’t speak to us like we were fellow bar patrons, but he did gently introduce us to the type of language we’d encounter in what was to become the real world. And like everyone else I do remember how he like to keep his room cold no matter the temperature outside. I suppose most of all, I liked him because he actually seem to care and wanted to be there. It’s easy to find people who will show up, but hard to find those who will be there. I’m pretty sure teaching brats like us isn’t easy, so I hope Mr. Zant is getting his rest now.