The year sukkai stopped running

The year the sukkai stopped running, a short story It has nearly been eleven years and a month since my twenty-first birthday. I still recall this year's birthday dinner. It was a can of sardines swimming in yellow olive oil, with a couple spears of sweet pickled celery, on a slice of bread that basked in better… Continue reading The year sukkai stopped running

Lied der Mignon

After snoozing my trusty bedside clock for three consecutive times this morning, I said thank you to Jesus for a perfect Sunday past and a revitalizing stretch of sleep. It was a quiet Monday morning where the gentle purr of the furnace was as clear to my ears as the heaving exhales of some slumbering… Continue reading Lied der Mignon

bless you, industrialization

Closely linked to and much like democracy, industrialization is also a protégé of Western politics. While I would probably say that democracy granted to developing countries is probably as bad as giving chocolate to a dog, it would be unfitting to say the same of industrialization. (Yes, hate to break it to you about democracy,… Continue reading bless you, industrialization

my first characters

In the western world, most people probably started off learning the alphabet with 'A' or 'a' for apple. Should the preliminary curriculum all of a sudden change course by 180 degrees and start with 'Z', parents might storm down the schools and government. Consider you lucky, you people who only have to deal with 26… Continue reading my first characters

salt and bovine cellulite

Rounding up 2014, because that seems like the only appropriate thing to do at this point, it seems that avocados and eggs haven't exactly been my thing despite that donburi which may well be one of the highlights of the year. At least for me, 2014 has unfurled into a series of flirtations with NaCl and… Continue reading salt and bovine cellulite

nothing ordinary from ordinary

Life always does that. It sneaks up on you. You can make as many resolutions as you want. You can build up walls to keep things out. You can send your heart and effort in hopes of bringing in the finest of life's treasures. But life is clever. It is brilliant, but it is clever.… Continue reading nothing ordinary from ordinary