So long Grandpa Wayne.

Well...I'm in California, but not for a good reason. My grandfather had a stroke this last Friday. It's not good, in fact its horrible. Today we decided to take him off of life support, but we're waiting until tomorrow to do it so all of his friends and family can come and say goodbye if they choose to.

He's an amazing man, my best friend. I love him dearly and he impacted many peoples lives in a very positive way.

I love you grandpa, I always will.
All my best.
-Ren

Passion?

I’ve always considered myself a hard worker. I’m a firm believer of the theory that in order to be better than everyone else, you have to try harder, practice more often, and put in more effort. Some sort of combination of all of that will equal success, however that’s not always the case. In order to be successful you have to have one other flame of a burning desire. That flame is passion. Without passion, hard work, dedication, and effort don’t really amount to anything…especially if you’re lacking heart.

It’s always hard to find a passion; very few people actually every find one. I was lucky enough to find sailing; it was something that I was passionate about. It was something that I loved, something that gave me the determination to try harder than anyone else, to put in more effort than anyone else around me. With this attitude I got better, and better, and better. It was an exponential growth of bettering my sailing. It was an amazing feeling, especially when I was able to hand my coach and my school their first ever regatta and division wins.

I miss feel passionately about something. I’ve been researching sailing clubs here in NYC, but haven’t really found anything yet. I’m sure I will, and I’m sure I’ll relight my passion, but I’m really yearning for that form of physical exertion that I’m passionate about. I can run around the park for hours, but I don’t enjoy it. Sailing is what I need, its what I want. I’ll go and get it….I’m making that promise to myself right now.

China Town…is my FAVORITE!

I have no clue why, but for some reason I love China town. I spend a lot of time in that region of the city. I am a frequent visitor (at least once a week) to both Number 87 (my favorite Vietnamese restaurant) and DIM SUM (Chinese Brunch on Sundays).

Dim Sum is what I believe, may be the world’s largest restaurant with a maximum occupancy of 872 people. The best thing about the entire experience is that the only utensil that they give white people is a fork. If you turn your head to the right, then to the left, you’ll see that all the Asian people have chopsticks. But, no, not you, you’re white, “you must have fork”, and “no shrimp for you!” “What? I can’t have the shrimp”, “I say, no shrimp for you.” How could you not love a place that makes you eat with a fork, and won’t let you have shrimp? It’s quite fun.

Crooked Teeth, Stripper Song, and Winter

Crooked Teeth is a song that reminds me of Monterey, and of sailing. I love sailing, and I love Monterey. Stripper Song is a song that reminds me of Myrtle Beach, and the MB mafia, didn’t really love either, but enjoyed both. Winter is a song by Joshua Radin that screams New York to me. I love NY. And the weirdest thing is…well one of the women that I work for created and marketed the I love NY campaign. cool, yes that is neat.

More Than A Feeling is a song that reminds me of the hours we use to waste on Guitar Hero, and the time we went cliff diving and drove home with the windows down. Everything is more than a feeling; it’s a feeling with something more to it.

Purpose, hmm…purpose. What is purpose, and why do people strive to have the feeling of purpose? I remember trying to find my purpose, then one day I decided that purpose will find me. I went in search of purpose not too long ago and now here I am blogging in a code that only I understand. Ten months later with a combination of 20,000 miles traveled, 5,000 miles of moving, no money, some money, grandma helping me, struggling, finding my way, looking for where I belong…I think I did it. I’m getting by…barely, but it’s awesome.

Brilliance

“I can be alone, yeah, I can watch a sunset on my own, I can be alone, yeah, I can watch the sunset on my own.” “We’re not the people that we thought we’d be.” You’re right, we’re better.

Merry Happy…

CA Friends from Afar!

This is week is jammed pack with fun to-do things! All of which, basically revolve around the land we know as California. Visitors for afar this week include Snehal, who is here on vacation with his wife. We're gonna grab dinner at a vegetarian restaurant on Wednesday. Then Dani and Lauren arrive on Friday to give the whole New York sha-bam a go! It'll be fun.

Let's see...what to blog about...
Nothing as of now...I'll jump back a little later!

Hmmm....

I love it when I think things are funny, and I love it even more when other people think they’re funny too. For example, “Charlie bit my finger”, the video posted in the post previous to this one is hilarious. I die from not being able to breathe every time I watch it. Morgan called me this evening, after a few conversations we some how ended up on “Charlie bit my finger” and she about died from suffocation as well!

Well I guess…I’ll blog about my day, since I don’t really have any thoughts to write besides the fact that I’m still sad that Samantha Power resigned from the Obama campaign. I mean come on…really? She was way too brilliant, and way to gifted to not be one of Obama’s political advisors…and this is coming from Clinton fan. Power made a mistake, she called Hillary a “monster” …name calling shouldn’t lead to the termination (forced resignation) of someone’s political career. Stick and stones…Obama…sticks and stones, Power deserves to continue working on your campaign. Power is emotional about what she does…you can’t blame her for developing animosity against her opponent. No one wants to lose and after losing Texas, Ohio, and RI Power was really bitter. Anyways…I still think Clinton has a good fight in her, and I hope Clinton wins this thing!

Subject change:
Today was a beautiful day in the city. I started out with a Chinese brunch with friends down in China town, followed by ice-cream at pinkberry and a stroll through Soho, with a 3 hour finale at the dog park in Union Square. It was so much fun to sit back in the sun and watch the dogs play. I love how much money people spend on dog accessions, especially here in NYC. They love to show off, sweaters galore. One man had a little jacket with rhinestones and a fur hood.

I’m really looking forward to this week. It’s going to be fun! I’ve got two different sets of friends that will be here from California, it’ll be the first time I’ve seen Monterey friends since May—so you can only imagine how excited I must be!