"If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal- that is your success. All nature is your congratulation, and you have cause momentarily to bless yourself. The greatest gains and values are farthest from being appreciated. We easily come to doubt if they exist. We soon forget them. They are the highest reality. Perhaps the facts most astounding and most real are never communicated by man to man. The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched." - Henry David Thoreau
I recommend the swordfish
sábado, seis de diciembre, 2003
Och. Snow, snow y mÃ¡s snow.
It just got worse as I started to type this. New York's probably the prettiest when it snows a lot, because there aren't teems of people and clots of cars in the sidewalks and streets. I'll just sit in the middle of a park (NOT Central Park) and watch the snow. El otoÃ±o es mi estaciÃ³n favorita, pero el invierno es segundo. No me gusta la primavera y el verano. I abhor them. It's just so... warm
. Yech. I went out yesterday, but I'm staying in today, drink a lot of hot niu wei soup
, and watch those DVDs
I bought yesterday in the twirling snow.
"We must go forward, not backward, upward, not forward, and always twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom!"
Oh, and I am seriously pondering about contemplating leaving... I like nutang, but I have other online things to maintain (e.g., a site, another weblog I write in with much more gusto, trying to keep my e-mails to under 100, but is still at 200+, etc.). I don't really write much here anyway, and am pretty much alone. We (I) shall see...
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La noche y tus ojos que son gotas de luz
viernes, 17 de marzo, 2006
I drank like fifty bowls of soup; why am I still so fucking thirsty?
I've been having a recurring dream this week: somehow I get free plane tickets and I keep asking to go to the Caribbean. When I get there, I just stand on the beach in my regular clothes (e.g., jeans) and then I go home. In my mind, I am yelling at my dream self, "PICK A COOLER PLACE, LIKE BRAZIL OR THE ADIRONDACKS!!!!" I have nothing against the Caribbean, I just think Brazil and the Adirondacks are cooler.
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sábado, 6 de agosto 2005
Guh... I ate like ten mushrooms and I feel really sick to my stomach. I knew I should've stopped at five. I'm really in the mood for a sexy milkshake, though.
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jueves, 11 de junio, 2004
Remember when you were younger and you could eat whatever you wanted, as much as you wanted?
Now I can't even finish a rice box on all my lonesome. Oh well. Lunch and dinner for $3. (Though not daily. I mean, that would be suicidal.
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sábado, 14 de agosto, 2004
Why do tacos have to be so good?
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domingo, 12 de marzo, 2006
"Brooklyn handles the majority of cocoa bean imports to the United States."
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The suspense is killing me
domingo, 9 de octubre 2005
Long time no visit... well I went to a Medieval Festival last Sunday in Fort Tryon Park (best park ever), which was an interesting experience. First, it was hot. I don't like to be hot. I'd rather trudge through snow. Second, I think it's due time we have a Renaissance Faire. Rebirth, art, and Lorenzo de Medici? Awe!some! And didn't they speak Middle English back then in Medieval times? Why were they still talking in Early Modern English? Inconsistencies, people!
Some foods: meat on a stick, fried dough, turkey drumsticks, chicken fingers, beer, mini-donuts, soft served ice cream, hamburgers, hot dogs, kettle corn, flavored popcorn. I would've like to see some capon and some more of the various meats they ate back then, like swan! Or pheasant!
There were a lot of little booths selling various trinkets, like stained glass, handmade jewelry, and ear wraps. The highlight was the Joust of Pleasure under the hot, murderous, life-giving sun. The two jousters were Morgan of England and Thomas of France. Both had extremely luxurious long hair (ENVIOUS). The two medieval emcees divided the crowd up; I was on the French side. The jousters played games involving jousts and swords while on their horses. They both tied and sucker punched the audience by announcing the contest would be decided by the Grand Joust at five in the afternoon. Unfortunately we were planning to leave after the pleasure joust, so I hope that French Thomas won. (The only time I wanted the French to win.) Because that English Morgan was a douchebag. (Okay, he wasn't really, but let's all pretend he was anyway.)
You know what else would've been good? Blacksmithing. And apprentices. Yeah, that would've been cool. And one of them could accidentally encase their hands in silver. Oh wait, wrong time period...
Ye privies (medieval Port-a-potty), medieval cops, and then we were on the medieval subway back down. (The only other hilarious adjective that I can think of that rivals "medieval" is "pirate.")
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Guess I forgot to put the foglights in
sábado, 31 de diciembre, 2005
I finally tried some maple candy Ross and Chandler were raving about when they went to Vermont and stole all those apples and pine cones. It tasted like a sugar bomb exploded in my mouth, then washed it down with a cool refreshing glass of soda and honey, and afterward I picked my teeth with a sharpened candy cane. Mm... that's good glucose!
Is this supposed to be Kenny?
Pop vs. Soda Debate
I WILL NEVER CALL IT POP!!!!!!!!!!
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