Things i did on vacation.

Discovered a new love for Louis Armstrong (beyond "What a Wonderful World" and "Mack the Knife").

Drove up the California coast and visited elephant seals, including brand new babies and two (huge!) fighting, braying bulls. Fantastic.

Glimpsed Hearts Castle from afar, realized that we should probably go sometime.

Finally saw Big Sur.

Ate way too much chocolate.

Decided that the cheap ticket price on Virgin America ($49!) from SFO to San Diego was not worth it when multiple advertisements were blared at me during takeoff. Not okay. Need to re-think future travel plans. (Hey, remember when movies cost less AND had no ads? Yeah. Those were the days.)

Realized how lucky lucky lucky i am, in more ways than i can count.

Realized how utterly cheeseball i am, a prime example of which is illustrated by the previous sentence.

Now, even though i've always maintained that "time", as we know it, is an arbitrary measure, happy new year to you all. Hope the days ahead are full and mostly devoid of:

-ads
-assholes
-overconsumption
-sickness
-debt
-sadness
-and so on and so forth.

Here's to simpler, happy times.