Mission San Juan Capistrano

Jon and I drove down to San Juan Capistrano a few weeks ago when we both had work off. It was a perfect, cloudless day. We didn't have time to visit the train station and surrounding shops. Not gonna lie--the mission is much more aesthetically enjoyable now than it was when I went in elementary school. I didn't realize how close it is. Every drive seems long as a kid, it seems. SJC, we shall meet again.

He suddenly recalled the famous myth from Plato's Symposium: People were hermaphrodites until God split them in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.

--Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

All sorts of half-forgotten acquaintances and abandoned friendships reappear in this spreadsheet of potential reasons to feel terrible about yourself. If you’re as petty as I am, you spend a lot of Facebook time gauging your own feelings of inadequacy in direct relation to other people’s success. All these people you couldn’t give a shit about a couple of years ago are now these omnipresent benchmarks and counterpoints to measure against whatever you have or haven’t got going on in your life.

-- "Welcome to the Quarterlife Crisis"

I share my blood with 3% of the population.

The Japanese believe that your blood type is an indicator of your personality,* similar to the belief in the Signs of the Zodiac here in America. According to the superstition, people with type AB blood are cool, controlled, rational, sociable, popular, critical and indecisive.

Source.