Five years ago, I wrote: the everyday sublime? I think the answer is to find joy in the little volcanoes of ordinary life
Today: to find joy in the little hurricanes of ordinary life
Some roads are closed and bus depot without electricity
So we take the ferry together
The house is dark without electricity
So we make paella in the cast iron frying pan on the barbecue
i++ another excellent run along south shore
i++ another beautiful swim at marley beach (see above)
i++ thinking about taking up golf
i++ forest of cherry tree (see gif above)
i++ mt moere
In the winter, Dad took pictures of Bermuda. In the spring, China. In the fall, Colorado. In the summer, our wonderful backyard
i++ soft tofu w/ green onion
i++ ramen w/ spinach
It has been almost five years since the last “my life is boring” crisis. Living in Bermuda provides a sort of redefinition. On the one hand, there is no hipster coffee shop opening in my neighborhood every weekend; there is zero hipster coffee shop in my neighborhood. On the other hand, looking out the window is like looking into a GGM novel
We didn’t travel much in 2018 and will probably travel less in 2019 but planning a trip to Chicago. In 2012, we enjoyed Gold Coast; Oak Park; Wicker Park. In 2019, looking forward to
Wicker Park for chop shop
Humboldt Park for scofflaw: “gin-focused cocktail menu”
North Center (just realized this area is not called Roscoe Village) for bari zaki studio
