It is that time of the year again. One of the bloggers I follow created a hanami map of Paris. I don’t think such a map is necessary for Bermuda. It is impossible to escape the vivaciousness of the season
It is also the season when I tend to think about the opposite of vivaciousness. The opposite of life. Death. Nothingness
One beautiful April morning in 2013, I took the bus from Akko to Tzfat: “Down below the Old City of Tzfat, towards the base of the mountain, lies the famous cemetery of Tzfat. People come to the cemetery from all over the world, to sit, pray, beseech, or simply be in the company of the great rabbis who are buried there”
Question: Why should I make the most of every moment?
Answer: Because I’m alive. Because I can
i++ still reading subtle art and following markmanson
Knowing your own emotional bullshit. Once you see all the icky, uncomfortable stuff you’re feeling, you’ll begin to get a sense of where your own little crazy resides. For instance, I get really touchy about being interrupted. I get irrationally angry when I’m trying to speak and the person I’m speaking to is distracted. I take it personally. And while sometimes it is just them being rude, sometimes shit happens and I end up looking like a total dickface because I can’t stand going two seconds without every word I speak being respected. That’s some of my emotional bullshit. And it’s only by being aware of it that I can ever react against it
i++ another beautiful sunset
reading this to celebrate upcoming bday
p21: This book is not some guide to greatness–it couldn’t be, because greatness is merely an illusion in our minds, a made up destination that we obligate ourselves to pursue, our own psychological Atlantis // Instead, this book will turn your pain into a tool, your trauma into power, and your problems into slightly better problems. That is real progress. Think of it as a guide to suffering and how to do it better, more meaningfully, with more compassion and more humility
p68: Yet, later in his life, Onoda said he regretted nothing. He claimed that he was proud of his choices and his time on Lubang. He said that it had been an honor to devote a sizable portion of his life in service to a nonexistent empire
p78 (Rock Star Problems): The question is not whether we evaluate ourselves against others; rather, the question is by what standard do we measure ourselves? // Dave Mustaine, whether he realized it or not, chose to measure himself by whether he was more successful and popular than Metallica. The experience of getting thrown out of his former band was so painful for him that he adopted “success relative to Metallica” as the metric by which to measure himself and his music career // If you want to change how you see your problems, you have to change what you value and/or how you measure failure/success
Issui Enomoto is a taxi cab driver in Japan’s port city of Yokohama. But he’s also a photographer
i++ coffee date @ celena’s bakery
i++ internet failed during conference call and mum whips out long distance calling card
i++ cube rule 🙂
Ergodic theory had its origins in the work of Boltzmann in statistical mechanics problems where time- and space-distribution averages are equal. Steinhaus (1999, pp. 237-239) gives a practical application to ergodic theory to keeping one’s feet dry (“in most cases,” “stormy weather excepted”) when walking along a shoreline without having to constantly turn one’s head to anticipate incoming waves.
It has not been a hot summer. Nevertheless I’m enjoying thinking about a cold winter day. Thinking about walking through the Christmas Tree selections outside the market. Thinking about falling snow falling. Falling.
Also thinking about the seasons that have passed us by.
[January] RGA Skating Event
[February] Celebrating bday with Stephen + Denise @ Tutti Matti
[March] Celebrating Valentines: “I thought: I need to revisit Japan ASAP. On second thought, the fact that I can eat this in Toronto means I don’t really need to revisit Japan ASAP”
[April] Checking out his grandma’s quilts; she gets her patterns from St Jacobs
[May] Ramble around St James Cemetery: “There is nothing more romantic than graveyards in the spring. The memories of others, the scent of lilac and, going down a flight of stairs, a sense of hanami (花見)”
[August Bonus] Celebrating half-bday @ Rectory Cafe on Ward Island; “after Thanksgiving, however, the Rectory will close its doors for good“
Long weekend and we went for a walk around St James Cemetery
Him: I used to walk around Rosedale Valley Road and randomly stumbled here
Me: Me too!
There is nothing more romantic than graveyards in the spring. The memories of others, the scent of lilac and, going down a flight of stairs, a sense of hanami (花見)