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Flog this shit. Am I angry? Yeah, positively pissed. A bit at the perverse prose Western society continues to feed the brainless public, which at this particular point in time happens to be pathetically paralyzed by its own paranoia, but more undeservedly at myself, as a member of the model minority meekly should. Sick and… Continue reading The Diasporic Predicament
Barely two weeks into 2021, and I want to crawl back into the comparative comfort of 2020. Here I am, writing this introduction to this first post of the year at 8:41pm Pacific time, with a loaf of zucchini bread that keeps asking for another 15 minutes in the oven, and Debussy's Estampes trickling from… Continue reading 12 Cookies of Christmas
At that age, I couldn't fully grasp the realities that strapped my mother. Parents shield their children from so much, don't they? But with what limited understanding I could wring from my observations, even this was obvious: in the months where the days were short and when the air breathed ice onto lawns, she had… Continue reading The irony of eel and cabbage
Beneath the groves Where lemons yellow Where swaying shades of Green softly cast Lays a sweet sleeper Unbeknownst to the sun Lulled heedless and mild Into brief slumber Many of you asked me for the lemon tart recipe, so here it is. I assure you none of the parts are particularly difficult, but where there… Continue reading Meringue Should Be Sliceable Dammit
First it was face masks, then it was TP, then it was hand sanitizer, rubbing alcohol, and now it's flour and salt. I went out today on my usual half hour morning walk (my walk to work takes that same amount of time, but now I just walk the perimeter of a nearby neighbourhood). It's… Continue reading Everyone’s in, everything’s out
This marks day 9 of working from home. From what I can see via my little window (ah, bless computers), the Western world has trudged, albeit sluggishly and begrudgingly, from a state of denial to making acceptance's acquaintance. Early Morning. Wednesday, March 25 2020 I sent my adopted aunt, M, a message on LINE, a… Continue reading Still, we need to calm down
