About
I’m a professional graphic designer living and breathing in Los Angeles.
On weekends, I serve as music director for a Filipino church in Anaheim, CA.
reading / listening / watching
books i’ve yet to finish:
- “desiring God”, john piper
- “the chronicles of narnia”, c.s. lewis (three out of seven books down)
- “praise habit: finding God in sunsets and sushi”, david crowder
books i’ve read recently:
- “blue like jazz”, donald miller
- “velvet elvis”, rob bell
- “the alchemist”, paolo coelho
- “crazy love”, francis chan
- “the unquenchable worshipper”, matt redman
- “the sex lives of cannibals: adrift in the equatorial pacific”, j maarten troost
- “the lovely bones”, alice sebold
- “through painted deserts”, donald miller
- “angela’s ashes”, frank mccourt
- “’tis”, frank mccourt
- “teacher man”, frank mccourt
- “a long way down”, nick hornby
- “the glass castle”, jeannette walls
- “the varieties of scientific experience”, carl sagan
shows i can’t get enough of:
- lost
- the office
- arrested development
- how i met your mother
shows i’m currently absorbing:
- the wire
- mad men
- parks & recreation
- anthony bourdain: no reservations
shows i’ve been told to get into:
- battlestar galactica
- breaking bad
lyrics i live by:
- charlie hall, “You are breathtaking and breathgiving”
- delirious, “and my heart burns for You”
- switchfoot, “i’m a crooked soul trying to stay up straight, dry eyes in the pouring rain.”
- u2, “life should be fragrant, rooftop to the basement.”
- death cab for cutie, “i braved treacherous streets and kids strung out on homemade speed.”
- david crowder band, “like it means everything, I’m just trying to make you sing.”
- the white stripes, “conquiiiiiiiiiiistaaaa!”
- arcade fire, “you changed all the lead sleeping in my head to gold.”
- andrew bird, “mumble mumble” whistle violin.
- the decemberists, “you belong to the gang and you say you can’t break away. but i’m here with my hands on my heart.”
- sufjan stevens, “We were in love, we were in love, palisades, palisades, i can’t wait, i can’t wait.”
- sigur ros, “icelandic icelandic gibberish hopelandic”