Spock-O-Lantern

Inspired by my friend Sarah and her crazy-bits affinity for all things Dia de los Muertos/Halloween, I decided to try my hand at 'for reals' pumpkin carving this year. If you know me, you know I love Spock. If you don't, let me tell you: I love Spock. My love is a little tongue-in-cheek, a little nostalgic, and a little bit real. I found a template (is that cheating?), and got to work.

Even though he'd disapprove, I am irrationally proud of it.

Saw Sufjan last night.
I'm still processing it.
That sounds dramatic, but he's dramatic, so it's fitting.
I will say this: if Sufjan doesn't mind the gap, then I don't mind the gap.

People say that California--especially Southern California--has only two seasons: 'Summer' and 'Colder Summer.' While they have a point, they aren't entirely correct. When Fall arrives here, you feel it. It doesn't slowly show up on trees; it's not gradual. Fall seems to be immediate. There will be a morning (like this morning) when you'll walk out the door and you'll feel it in the air and taste it when you inhale; it's like biting into an apple. But if you're not paying attention, you'll miss it, and that's why it's my favorite time of year.