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leading by example

Google is set to be powered solely by renewable energy in 2017. Elon Musk made the blueprint to a powerful, beautiful, fully electric car, and gave it away to his ‘competition’ for free. My amazing friend Osa captivates everyone he interacts with because everything about him is in agreement with his words–he does what he says and he means what he does.

I never understood why my college pushed health consciousness as an agenda, yet never had anything but sugary drinks and snacks in its vending machines. I never understood why my father constantly tells me to never smoke cigarettes, yet he smokes himself. and i never understood why politicians scold minorities for destroying their communities when that’s the one of the only times they ever pay attention to said communities.

leading by example is the right, not easy thing to do. It’s also the more influential and more effective way to lead.

but it takes bravery.

if my father was brave, and backed his advice with quitting, i would buy into it a hell of a lot more. If my college was brave, and backed its advice with healthy alternatives, i would’ve bought into it a hell of a lot more. and yes, if politicians were brave, and backed their words with policy, said communities would buy into it a hell of a lot more.

the power of leading by example is not in the action itself, but in the message that the action inevitably communicates. It tells people that you believe in your message, that you’re coming from a place of authenticity, and that you’re committed to the realization of your message.

thank you Google, thank you Elon Musk, and thank you Osa.

Dad, UCSB, Politicians, I hear you, and i believe in you, but I don’t believe you–yet.

how to (not) judge people’s importance

the other day, on my way out of the office I overheard a woman say to another (as they walked past homeless people sleeping on the sidewalk) “[Name] saw him and said ‘hey! good to see you — how’s it going!?’ so yeah, he must be really important.” — followed by laughter.

I didn’t find this funny, I found it sad and unfortunate.

the concept of applying varying degrees of importance to people in general is a counterproductive act, especially so if the basis is something as arbitrary as a person’s occupation — this is a gravely dangerous mistake that most of us are guilty of.

in my world, no one is more-or less-important than anyone.

everyone — from children to adults, bosses to those working ‘under’ us, homeless people to family, loved ones to strangers — deserves the same respect, love and compassion. ranking people’s importance based on any sort of social status is a breach in the social contract of life.

if we must rank importance, let it be based on the degree of one’s understanding of the following:

we are one family. no one know why we’re really here. no one actually knows what’s more important — instead we choose what’s important to us.

the more fair and generous you are in your distribution of importance, the more important you are. 

to be important is to understand that we are all one family, and to treat people as such.

streams of consciousness, explained

this section of the website is the most special to me.* i often think and talk and write in a way that is not necessarily professional or grammatically correct or politically correct or anything like that but i embrace it because it feels better and more pure to me. i think the message or idea or feeling that i’m trying to impress onto people is actually better received if i do it in this way. the ‘way’ being writing as i go forgetting about everything that i learned in school and just flowing from the heart. like a 5 year old.

i often find words getting in the way meaning

two things one being i don’t necessarily have the proper lexicon to choose my words precisely enough to perfectly word the thing i am trying to communicate. which is frustrating. sometimes I get stressed when trying to find the right words and just give up and so the thing I wanted so badly to communicate never even gets put out. also sometimes on a word level i am in agreement with people but we aren’t actually harboring the same feeling or idea that I was originally trying to communicate. because we can’t simply transfer what we are trying to communicate from one brain to another and we have to instead try and use words to the best of our ability —- there are problems. one problem is that some people have less communicative means i.e. they did not get the proper education and those people are not heard or listened to as much by people that can help them SOLELY because they don’t have the proper lexicon or they can’t put sentences or thoughts together in the right way BUT it is so so so important to remind ourselves that that should not and does not diminish the meaning behind the words. One person can have a beautiful thing that they are trying to communicate but they do not have the proper words or approach so the beautiful idea doesn’t get heard because people aren’t listening/won’t take the extra time to sit with the message. think Kanye. that idea or feeling could have cured cancer or saved someone’s life. Other people have really shitty messages like scams and stuff and also manipulation and things like that —— but say they use really eloquent words and in just the perfect way and so the shitty message or idea is heard and the importance was placed on the delivery not on the substance that was behind it. The reason i want to make this and do this often is because i think it is so important to express exactly how you feel with no external influence and that’s what this is. the second reason words get in the way and I love writing like this is because when I don’t have to worry about grammar and how something is going to be perceived it is easier to write, more enjoyable to write and it is so much more honest.and also a free-er experience and it gives me the same feeling i felt when i used to live and talk and draw in preschool – with no judgement. It is a more honest representation of the concept I am trying to communicate. all of which are more important to me than being in alignment with how school told me to write!!! So what?

When do children become adults? At what exact age is it no longer acceptable to wear crazy clothes and dance in public and speak your mind and make bad art and fly??? The answer is the age when we’ve had so much criticism from the outside world to be quiet or not wear that or not say that or not do that or don’t think like that or don’t feel like that. It’s when we’ve been dehumanized so much by the uncomfortably of adults that we don’t even wanna deal with the criticism anymore or we remember what someone said to us last time we did something like this so we just don’t even do it because we don’t wanna deal with it. every criticism is another hit of the nail in the coffin of our youthfulness and innocence and purity. enough hits of the nail and we don’t wanna be made to feel that feeling again. that feeling of rejection or criticism or people being annoyed by us or making us not feel welcomed or like we matter. Kids grow up when we’ve stripped them from their innate genius. It’s actually one of the gravest mistakes we make as a society. Adults think they know everything and kids are naive and clueless when in reality it’s the other way around!!!! If we let kids be kids indefinitely for 100 years so many social problems would be solved. A girl from my mom’s home daycare came to daycare one day pointing out people’s ethnicity and telling them they would have been a slave 100 years ago. Two days earlier she didn’t see color and now because of a stupid exercise her KINDERGARTEN teacher did with the class she see’s her friends no longer as just her friends but as her white friend’s and black friends.

Who the fuck actually likes grey????? What the fuck is actually wrong with colors??? Who really believes that if someone wears colorful clothes they are less professional or capable or anything even remotely like that? I think the best company would be a consulting firm with kids ages 0-10.

This is what this section will be like. I imagine it’ll be polarizing either you love it or you hate it but I hope you read it because it will give you the most realistic insight into how my brain works and way more importantly the core of the ideas and the why of the ideas and the thinking behind the ideas I hope to communicate to you in the most authentic way possibly if you read this I love you!!!!!!

*this is my art

reflecting on time spent in Japan


Tokyo, Japan

“It’s really hard to be considered weird here.” “I’ve noticed. I love it.”12888519_250207055312730_8793388689790094241_o

Japan’s juxtaposition of preserved ancient tradition and futuristic technology is like no other. here, it’s not rare to find a true-to-its tradition practice that hasn’t changed in a millennium next door to a cutting edge technological advance that is will soon push the culture forward by a millennium.



i’m captivated by Tokyo’s seemingly error-less fluidity of everything. trains and subways are on time to a T, litter is nowhere to be found (even though the same is true with trash cans), and when at the end of a line that would take hours in America, you are next before you can even say “Konichiwa!” if these details aren’t indicative enough of a well run city, everyone and everything, however clustered it may seem, is in complete agreement with the other. people do their own thing, and that own thing perfectly meshes with everyone else’s own thing.


Japan is a clusterfuck of perfection.12322787_250204485312987_8356140757313423184_o

as I’m writing, this four kids who can’t be older than five years old each walk shoulder to shoulder cracking jokes carrying backpacks — on their way to school. it is not uncommon for young children to roam the streets as adults do. Crime is seemingly non-existent and though not exactly cordial, Japanese people leave no doubt in your mind that they aren’t the kindest and most caring people on this planet.12671676_250205068646262_1270289689858678027_o12440642_250207765312659_7964722037155890748_o856936_250206691979433_1341681090280836923_o

a measly 500 yen purchase of water in 7/11 afforded us 20 seconds of bowing and thanking. dropping 200 yen afforded me the most concerning point and exclamation by a man rushing through the subway station. these people care. and not because they have to. there’s an intrinsic feeling of goodness in the air here. coming from America, this feeling feels otherworldly. this inherent, deep distinction is undoubtedly the result of their thousands of years worth of history. 

I can’t help but cringe when I think back to America — where people try their hardest to appear caring and interested, when in reality (and in their head) they could not care less.* that is inherently different in Japan. though people do not go out of their way to appear friendly or genuine, they truly are that. they embody that. In Japan it’s about “we,” not “me.” people aren’t walking around with fake smiles trying to convince people of their kindness. instead, people walk around with the knowledge that if they needed to, they could count on any stranger they pass by. that’s real assurance.


[I wonder how dogs differ in Japan and America.]

*America will get past this. We are young.