- One thing I stopped doing when I started traveling for work is bringing leftover shampoo home. But cannot not bring L’Occitane home!
- Dinner with dad at le paradis. I love the open kitchen but we sat in the third (quieter more intimate) room, enjoying duck confit and conversation.
- Weekend of wine and choco with Sharon & Carl. I’m interested in: 2008 Sauvignon Blanc + Chocolat au Herbes de Provence @ Stratus; 2008 Pinot Noir + Caramalized Pine Nuts & Dark Chocolate Square @ Reif; 2010 Sand and Gravel Cabernet Franc + Salted Pretzels Dipped in Milk Chocolate @ Ravine
My relationships tend to start in the spring and end in the fall (very agricultural i know). Hence, this is only my third (maybe fourth) v-day not being single. Nevertheless, I find headlines like “Remarkable Women Making Single Sensational” ridiculous!!!
Sarah Rosen, Power Publicist: “I’d say the one thing I like most about being single is having the time to work as hard as I do, spend the extra hours doing research, going to all events, conferences or trips that interest me.”
Kelly Framel, Blogger and Stylist: her dream date is someone who can, in her words, “understand my crazy schedule! But ultimately, someone I can learn and collaborate and grow with; someone equally curious who can help me keep things interesting.”
- Carl brought a bottle of Yellow Tail Bubbles to brunch; semillion + traminer + viognier + trebbiano = partying in a citrus grove
- Sharon made angel food cake; unusually delicious density
- Wei brought daffodils
in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how
in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)
in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes
in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)
and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me
- we spent an hour perusing Mark Ovenden’s Transit Maps of the World (he bought the book at 401 Richmond West; i like bilbao’s Fosteritos; funny picture of union station yes both directions are north)
- preceded by making mulled apple cider; love the scent of mulling spices
- followed by late dinner at corner house; onion tart plus beet salad is perfect
- bday gift: hot docs pass
- steak dinner with Mum + Dad: 1 x rib eye + 1 x sirloin
- winterlicious lunch with Faisel, Fei and Vikram: love the standing knife at C5
Coffee is a tier of my food pyramid, the tier beneath grains. Coffee is what life should be, a complete sensual experience: from the first whiff, the sound of pouring, the light reflected in the dark pool, the warmth, till the last sip. Good coffee has body as complex as feelings, bitter-sweet-velvety. Good coffee revives memories of coffee shops and characters in them. I had a taste when I was six years old and couldn’t let go ever since. Coffee is my first love.
If I had the habit of chewing paper, as opposed to chewing finger nails, books would also be a tier of my food pyramid. I appreciate all kinds but a certain lyricism blows me away. Whisper realismo magico. Souse in Love in the Time of Cholera. I sigh at pretty words the way some girls sigh at pretty boys. I sigh at pretty boys too, if they are purely fictional. Real people weigh too heavily by nature of existence. Books are my best friends.
Although I enjoy sipping Gin & Vodka while moving to Rhythm & Blues, I am most definitely not a party girl. A typical free night involves long walks and movies. Before Paul Thomas Anderson, before Magnolia, there was a time when I truly really believed that I am the only person who feels disconnected. I watched Forces of Nature and realized that everything happens for a reason, if only you allow yourself to perceive it. I watched Sliding Doors and hoped that the events of my life will echo, that somewhere it turned out perfect.