ostroconophobia

For many, the very thought of oysters sends them bolting straight to the opposite direction. I found this somewhat true in Taiwan where oyster pancakes, popcorn oysters, and dilled oyster fritters. Seriously, how can you not like oysters? This phenomenon only inflated when I came to Vancouver, yes, sushi capital of North America (sorry, Los… Continue reading ostroconophobia

Caught

Like everyone, I use filters. Oh how we adore them. We filter our lives through Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. It's fantastic - it's like Sephora, except not just for the female visage - it's for everyone's cyber avatar (which could arguably be a disturbingly independent, distinct identity from its owner). But filtering is more than selectively publishing life… Continue reading Caught

Frites with Benefits

Life is a tuber slumbering. In woe with worms and woodbugs and warmth        just enough. Life is a tuber     growing      fat. Underground     blind   and  quiet hard.                       Life is a tuber humdrum,      … Continue reading Frites with Benefits

because pie is irrational

It's a thin line, really, between oblivion and being on the fence. Neither allows you to adequately make a decision, and neither engages you enough in the consequences of a potential decision, should you make one. So here's a great question: meringue or not meringue? While traditionally in France the tarte au citron is made… Continue reading because pie is irrational

Why taste her cherry chapstick?

To those of you who are not the 0.0000001% of drop-dead gorgeous women (or men) who override the effects of traffic lights in New York City's bustling streets, cheers. Cheers because your friends are not jealous of you. Cheers because you have weaknesses that you can boast about. Cheers because even though you don't stop every car that passes you by,… Continue reading Why taste her cherry chapstick?

#heaven

If I asked you about your day, I wonder if these words come to mind: tough, bitter, disappointing, grey, crushing and, despite the jeering irony, empty? Do the fleeting shadow of brighter days past haunt your dreams of tomorrow? What if I told you that there is something lacking in all of us. An imperfection… Continue reading #heaven