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
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
three is better than one
Like popcorn kernels that get stuck between your molars, and bits of pith clogged persistently underneath one's fingernails, it's often the least significant things unnoticeable by others that you cannot endure about yourself. But when you have someone point out exactly what you already can't stand about yourself (but persistently put off correcting), you don't… Continue reading three is better than one
add avocados – $2
I despised cilantro for the longest time. Blame the Taiwanese street vendors - they put it on everything. Taiwanese beef noodle? Cilantro it. Oyster vermicelli? Cilantro it. Sticky rice cakes? Why not, let's cilantro the heck out of it! Thank God for Typhoons Saola and Tembin, which saved me my misery when I was there in… Continue reading add avocados – $2
bad breath? suck it up.
Recently in my econ class my prof reminded me of the essence of each choice we make: there is always a trade-off. And each choice we make means that there's something else we've given up. You're reading this, hopefully to wring from it a few droplets of pleasure, and you've forgone the opportunity of finishing up the… Continue reading bad breath? suck it up.