Bye November!

HELLO
WINTER

Technically, Winter's official start doesn't come 'til the 21st, but my weak Californian body and poor temperature regulation has been me feeling otherwise. Time moves when you don't want it to. I keep wanting to write something for myself, but my internet connection kept bailing on me and it's about time I take my SAT. November sucked. I'm not mad, though, because I've grown accustomed to the month of November doing nothing but sucking year after year. I think it's a curse? I don't know kids, follow your superstitions.

You've probably heard this already, but we're in a golden age of television. I love how many amazing shows have been popping up recently and that's coming from someone who rarely watches T.V. Since Mad Men ended, I've been trying to get out of the shell that watching shows and movies puts you in, but as always, it's time that makes us wait.  

Actually, that's kind of a lie. I have Twin Peaks and Master of None. Okay, I know Twin Peaks ended way back in the 90's, but it had only recently occurred to me that I never fully watched it because the weakness of my body also includes my heart. Every time I watch it, I have to sit in a bright room in the daytime and that pretty much summarizes it for me, it's fun. As for Master of None, all I can say is that it's a beautiful show. He gets it. Watch this show if you like pasta, a good soundtrack, and setting the record straight. 

And for my pretentious yet smart audience, I have read some books. I found that I've been losing my ability to speak Spanish without sounding too Americanized, so I read Pablo Neruda's "100 Sonetos de Amor" out loud to my confused 2-year-old brother. Neither of us improved, but it was a bonding moment. I stumbled through that and decided I stick to what I like best - Haruki Murakami. I love surrealism because with it, I feel like I don't have to try hard to understand something that doesn't necessarily wish to be understood. Still, I spent majority of November trying to understand "Kafka on the Shore" and now I'm doing the exact same thing with "1Q84". Something about Murakami's books is both relieving and stressful and I kinda enjoy that balance. I don't know what's going on and I enjoyed it for once.

I can't give everyone what they deserve this holiday, so I hope you enjoy this quaint playlist!

(P.S. I've been digging some albums, too: Gillian Hills - Twistin' the Rock Vol. 9 * Astrud Gilberto - Gold * Teebs - Ardour * Fleetwood Mac - Tango in the Night * Curtis Mayfield - Superfly)