The Tenderloin in My Ramen

I went to Spoke Art in San Francisco's Tenderloin district (is that right?) this past weekend and reminisced about the days I used to go to art exhibitions of contemporary street artists that I liked. This exhibition was dedicated to Studio Ghibli films or the famous Hayao Miyazaki's world of fantastic characters. Now that I'm in a seemingly different path from my more "artsy" path 4 years ago, well not really, but urban planning allowed me to communicate the beauty of communities by finding its ethnic enclaves and (attempt) to do work to help preserve it's characteristics. It'd made think about how I could possibly marry both worlds without losing the quality of work of both.

I thought about why I am here in the first place, Nursing Case Management, and really it was to figure out why I had so much trouble finding the answers I needed. I went into the heath care field to help heal myself, to regain some semblance of control that I thought I had lost. All I know is that I want to create something or build something, that's probably why I was so attracted to urban planning in the first place and art for that matter. I have no doubts I would eventually lead myself into a path most fitting of my skills but at this moment I should remember to live, learn, and observe as much as I can. In other news, I had the fattiest pork loin, with pork belly dressed in the most exquisite broth--ever. The Naruto fan in me just died as I walked out the Ramen house feeling 1lb heavier.