Today is the 4th of July. Independence Day.
I woke this morning, cooked myself patriotic pancakes (purple ones, a combination of the distinct lack of red and blue food coloring), then took a long, meandering wander along the canals.
I watched people BBQ on their back decks, clothed in red, white or blue (or a combination of both), proudly flying the Stars and Stripes from their second stories. And really, you couldn’t have asked for a more glorious day here in the Bay Area. No one does patriotism quite like Americans.
Listening to:
Anthonie Tonnon’s new album Successor.
Eating:
Purple coloured pancakes with Canadian maple syrup
Drinking:
Chai
Doing:
Doodlin’ for ‘Murica.
It’s a beautiful day for doing as much or as little as you wish. This year, it’s low key. I plan on spending the rest of the day in a food coma, only rousing for some night filming for a new short film I’m working on.
The Rebecca Project 