I want to make beautiful things, even if nobody cares.
—Saul Bass (via likeafieldmouse)
I was never one to do what was expected of me.
It’s fascinating to see the vast difference in cooking methods and the determining level of balance and harmony between two cultures across the world. Two weeks is barely enough for me to scratch the surface of the full breadth of history behind food here in Taiwan, let alone give me enough time to get acclimated to the culture and mindset. For what it’s worth, I get time with family whom I haven’t seen in 8 years and a taste of my roots. That’s all I need. A taste. My time here is almost up and I’m just starting to feel comfortable and feel able to relax (or as they say in Chinese “fang shong” or better translated as “let go”) But I miss home, and I miss Eric. The most.
I’ve got over 2,000 photos which I will post as soon as I get back since I left my USB in my other purse! Curse the goddamn purse!
TRAITO_R by Nicolas Bruno
Nightmares in photographs
I realized that as I get older, I’m more resistant to change. I used to be spontaneous, moving without a care. Now I’m panicking at the very fact that I am surrounded by people who’ve known me my whole life and I am out of my comfort zone. What a fucking bitch.
I started out this morning with an insane amount of coffee, for lack of a better word .. “sleep”.. and wide-eyed curiosity. Then proceeded to the largest family style lunch I’ve ever consumed in my fucking life with insane amounts of whiskey and wine. I misjudged bringing wine to the family gathering thinking they were going to think of me as an alcoholic. I was wrong.
I ate whole, cooked fish because I couldn’t refuse. It would’ve been rude. I took my first bite and it was a huge piece of ginger. I had to fight every muscle of my gag reflex to not vomit at the table. Fucking manners.
I guess this is what it is. A test of time and patience. A cleansing. Here I am, bitching and moaning, when all I want is right in front of me. Pick yourself up when you’re down. If you don’t do it fast enough, you’re out.
I hope I will get more acclamated as this week goes on.. I just miss the familiar and everything about it.
Been having this on repeat. Good music to make dough to.
I’m floored. Completely humiliated, almost guilty. But mostly in awe.
I’m trying to remember what it once felt like to be on fire, to have that constant burning of love, of what it means to serve. But constant is never a given, it’s a hunger that needs reminding, needs nurturing.. It needs work. My heart is trembling and my mind is blown at the very thought of what is happening.
George recalled the time we were
Cold. Dirty. And frustrated.
But we picked up the guitar and strummed and hummed along to a few broken chords. Huddled around a lamp trying to reason against faith.
Eggs were thrown, car was locked,
Faith grew Dim.
Seven years later, I now stand at a distance, watching the embrace of strangers, the contact and grounded ness of basic human need.
For a second, I felt like I didn’t deserve to live the life I did and currently do. Blessed or spoiled. Is it coincidence or with reason that I have this and you don’t? Or vice versa.
I didn’t want to talk about work. I didn’t want to discuss fancy food, or my job. I felt out of place. I fought back nostalgic tears. All I could think about was how the years have passed and what I had become. What I took for granted, most people were praying for.
Every week, G was here with others - making time to build ties with the sick, with the transients, with the people like us. They effortlessly gave a warm handshake and hug, a handful of quarters for clean clothes, a bottle of water, a slice of pizza and a new pair of socks. This wasn’t just charity. This was expressing true love for our neighbors, a calling we often lose sight of.
This was it. It rocked the very core of my beliefs - this was bigger than me. This, didn’t fit in the pages, within the confines of a box. But This… Is what love is.
Over the past five years, Vince Gilligan’s wicked good-guy-gone-bad TV Drama, Breaking Bad, has captivated audiences all over the world. Now, with the show reaching its spectacular climax in just a few days, is the perfect opportunity to introduce to you the ultimate Breaking Bad boy’s toy.
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This set hasn’t been without its critics. Those too eager to bypass the “For Ages 18-99″ and “Not Suitable For Children” signs, on the boxes, had quite the field day upon the product’s release, shouting incoherent nonsense about how it will send their children into the welcoming arms of the drug world. But, if you do have your head screwed on, and you are something of a Breaking Bad aficionado, this Lego set may just appeal to you enough for you to dig up your barrels of cash from the sandy wastelands and part with a few notes to get your hands on it.