I had such a lovely time learning to sew tifaifai at Heiva San Diego last weekend.
Auntie Yvette is such a gem, it was an honor to learn from her. She is not just an accomplished seamstress with many beautiful tifaifai to her name, she is also smart and savvy. She speaks Tahitian, French, English, and Cook Islands Maori, and maybe more I didn’t learn about. I hope that when I’m her age I’m as caring and charming as she is.
Last weekend a friend and I road tripped to the Bay Area to watch OMBAC play San Francisco Golden Gate. In rugby terms, the trip was pretty disappointing. The game itself was a dismal 52-15 affair, far and away the worst of the games I’ve seen this season. SFGG maximized all advantages of playing at home, while OMBAC didn’t look lively until the last ten minutes or so. We brought some local friends and family, all of whom had never before seen a rugby game. They had a grand time, and one of them came away wanting to give it a try.
Right then. Let’s spend a few letters noting the better parts of the trip.
Friday we tagged along to the grand opening of the Piner High School SPITZ Planetarium. I know that doesn’t sound exciting, but for a geek who has never been to a planetarium (that’s me), it was awesome. If you could have seen the nerdtastic grin plastered on my face for the duration of the 15-minute presentation, I’m sure you would have been entertained. My friend’s niece certainly was.
We also managed to traverse all three SF bridges paying only one toll fee, went to a church service with puppets, and encountered one of the world’s more blatantly sexist arcade machine – an arm wrestling game asked players to choose between “male” and “female” modes. Yes, the female mode was obnoxiously easy. And yes, you better believe I beat man mode one-handed.
Ah, spring. On the farm, new life is poking through the earth promising fresh summer fruit and vegetables.
New life extends into the animal realm as well. If you like baby animals, well, this is the season for you! Yesterday I admired an array cuteness of goats, chicks, pigs (who are rapidly outgrowing their cute stage), and kittens. I’ve been promised that guinea fowl and turkeys are on the way.
Once upon a time I believed all the fashion and style guides that said chubby girls looked best in black because it’s slimming. And we all know that slim = beautiful and worthwhile.
Lies. Lies that I bought in to for far too many years.
My wardrobe used to make it look like I was in mourning. Or goth.
While I still have trouble accepting my body as is, I’ve learned that my value doesn’t actually come from where I land on society’s acceptable body scale. It takes years to unlearn all the the thought patterns. They so much deeper than we think. It’s a process, but I’m getting there.
Last night I was sure I knew what today held — a much needed day of relaxing. Video games, reading, and chores (ha ha) were top priorities.
Then I woke up with an unshakeable urge to work on the film. My brain won’t shut up about everything. We’re close to clearing a couple major hurdles. Momentum is starting build to our benefit. It looks like the timing is right, which is absolutely necessary because we’re now working within a very tight timeline for production.
Could I put this stuff off for tomorrow or Monday and take my day of rest anyway? Sure. But I keep thinking of what Galadriel says to the fellowship when they arrive in Lothlórien.
“Your quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while all the Company is true.”
So here I am. Expanding our marketing plan on a Saturday morning.
I probably won’t write a post for every rugby game I shoot, but the OMBAC at Santa Monica RFC on Saturday is definitely deserving of its own space.
From the rugby side of things, both of my favorite players got to start (go Team Turori!). John’s first fifteens game in two years was for OMBAC’s D1 team, who picked up solid win. Then, it was time for OMBAC’s first Pacific Rugby Premiership (PRP) game. The play and score were tight the whole game. In the second half, OMBAC fell behind. The possibility of walking out with a win began to look grim, but the team rallied to score a try in the final minute of play. A successful conversion kick gave OMBAC the victory by one point!
Hard to believe we’re already four days into February. This year is slipping by faster than I would like.
My brothers play club rugby for OMBAC and last weekend the team kicked off their season with a home game against the Old Aztecs. As per usual, the San Diego weather was perfection. As this was my first action outing with the new camera, I kept it simple and didn’t take too many photos. I forgot how much fun it is to shoot sports photography!
Some time after OC Crime Catchers ended in 2011, I lost myself. I think it started happening towards the end of the college, but the end of the show propelled wandering into a spin that forced some serious introspection and evaluation. Moving into a new place at the beginning of 2012 halted the spin, but 2013 was when life started to really move forward again. I found my courage. Little by little, I loosed my caged creative soul free to fly.
Ticket to Ride has become a family favorite activity. After last weekend, I’m officially storing it in the trunk of my car so the siblings and I can play any time and any place we find ourselves together.
As we all get older and our individual lives fill with work, class schedules, and significant others, the times we’re together grow increasingly rare. Family time has been reduced to snatching a few hours for a game, movie, or meal (all three, if we can manage!), instead of the days and weekends at the family house. We Turori’s used to travel the wild as a pack. Now you’re more likely to find us solo, or in pairs. That’s the price of adulthood.
At least, for now, we’re all living in the same area. And we’re all itching to best the littlest brother at Ticket to Ride. Annoyingly, that kid has been practically unbeatable.