Friday, January 30, 2009


Sound waves hit my body. Real or imaginary, they affect me. Psychologically, physically, emotionally, in ways I can't describe it moves me. It inspires me to write, to dance, to think. I can't help but move, and hum. Tears of neither sadness nor joy, simply emotion, threaten to well up in my eyes. One of the worlds greatest mysteries is how something as simple as sound waves can affect every cell in my body. It is as essential to life as oxygen, food and water.

Monday, January 26, 2009


Another lazy day has gone by without much accomplished. I've had a cold for a little over a week now. It's not a terribly bad cold, my sinuses are a little stuffy and every now and then I have a passing headache. What bothers me is the lack of energy. I haven't had the energy to do anything lately, and it is making me miss accomplishing things other than homework. It seems like another one of those things that you don't even think about until it's gone. So this is a tribute to energy, in appreciation of all it allows us to do.

Friday, January 23, 2009


Four years ago, during the last election, I had newly turned eighteen and I was starting my first year in college. I was very excited about getting involved in my country and making my voice heard. It was, however, a very disappointing first experience as a voter. I suddenly understood why so many people didn't care about politics. So I'd just like to say how exciting it is that our new president is inspiring so many people to become involved, whether they are a democrat or republican.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Taking Time

Every morning, either before or after I take a shower, I sit on my bed and think. I just noticed this the other day. I'm not meditating, or planning my day. I don't have an agenda; I just let miscellaneous thoughts float around in my brain for a few minutes. It's difficult to start a day without these few moments taken out just for myself. I don't have any reasoning for why, I just know from my own experience that taking a few minutes for one's self is daily medicine for the psyche.

Friday, January 16, 2009

From whence I came

I would like to note that the inspiration behind this blog, as is the case with most things I do, comes from my parents: Teesha and Tracy Moore. They are both amazing artists and incredibly inspiring in all aspects of life! My dad made me my journal:

Cafe Racer

Is it a cafe? Is it a bar? Does it matter? Cafe Racer is a gem of Seattle. I remember the first time my dad told me about this place he found, I thought it would just be another little cafe: nice to hang out in but ultimately just like the millions of other independent cafes in the city. After visiting it, however, I realized how truely unique it is. From the seemingly random decor to the mismatched clientele, not to mention the live music, Cafe Racer offers both a relaxing place to grab a beer with old friends and a great environment to make new friends.

And now I enter the world of blogging

City light filters through my windows, softly illuminating my desk as I idly browse the web. The laziness of an uneventful Friday night gets the better of me and while I'm reading the blogs of my family I think to myself, why not? So here we are, at the beginning of a web log reflecting on those things in my life that are potentially interesting. Welcome to my musings.