This is Temple City

My hometown is Temple City, CA, a sunny place about 15 miles east of Downtown LA. Temple City is a small, sweet town in which the residents don't always know what to say to each other. Sometimes it's because they truly don't know what to say, and sometimes it's because not everyone speaks the other's languages. Temple City is 60% Asian, and many older Chinese residents only speak Mandarin.

This scene from New Girl basically is Temple City to me. It's the town acting itself out, if it could. With the silence and the laughter and the absurdity and the serendipity. It just is Temple City.

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On Praise

The persistance of what is proper...

Somewhere in the whirl of my 20's and the clangor of work or whatever, that very quiet but very dainty voice of praise had slipped out of habit. The voice I learned to pray in, the world that understood the world as my introverted eyes saw it.

This happy sense or secret that what God made was enough. And would always be. 

That came through to me this evening, fixing dinner in the quiet silence of our house: our lifestyles should be built on praise. Our moments, quiet thank-yous. The very architecture of our concerns - symmetry. Besides, there's actual chemical benefits to the psychology of gratitude. So that's peace. And praise.