Archive for August, 2007

28
Aug
07

Back

I really meant to be posting more and completing the backlog.  I did.  However, I did other things like the happy brownie dance (inspired by feeling the smooth soft chocolate fill up my tongue, sweet and grainy from my enthusiastic pecan slicing) upon baking them for the first time in a year.  I highly recommend the back-of-the-box recipe from the Baker’s chocolate box.

Saw lots of family and friends, cuddled a couple of tots, sat in the park, walked on the beach, oohed at Chihuly glass, and fireworks and was waking up early for the first time I didn’t have anywhere to go in the morning.

I unsuccessfully tried to shock my father with cursing in Taiwanese.  Instead he giggled like a school girl and tutored me on my pronunciation.  I tried to refrain from the English version of salty words whilst sweating through my overdue taxes, and moving lots of stuff around.

Took lots of pictures out of the airplane window.  Missed some beautiful ones this morning– when landing with the dawn, mist shadowing the mountains.

Digital cameras count as electronic devices not to be used during takeoff and landing, right?

I will catch up on promised bloggage and link pimpage.  Really.

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01
Aug
07

Conclusion… not.

I always envision transitions in my life involving some form of transformation in myself.  If only I hop off and toss myself here or there or in that quicksand pit, I’ll naturally become some unrecognizably uber-cool character afterwards…  Think glowing Audrey Hepburn post-Paris in Sabrina or post escape/haircut in Roman Holiday.  Or Dorothy after her return from Oz (though she doesn’t retain her color, she still gleams).

Travel can be transformative– I’ve found it to be that way wandering on my own in France, or climbing Kyerongsan in Korea, but I always sort of end up feeling not quite there yet, which may explain why I’m still something of a rambling spirit.

However, I’m about hop on another plane to return back to where I began, and I’m in roughly the same shape I was this time last year (well, the new “socks” are a bit different, but essentially the same, if more fragrant with Chinese herbs).  There are still unfinished strands I need to tie (some of them have gathered dust over the course of a year), and I still pull all-nighters before I hoist up my bags in order to fly away again.

I guess this is real life, right, nothing ever completely finishes– that’s the art involved in endings which my blog drafts long for.

I’m just still not uber-cool yet.  Though I’ve seen beautiful places and learned a wealth of lore, I’m not quite there yet.

I need to buy more tickets…

Becoming Taiwanese will return, Banquo-like most likely without the cool stage and screen effects though still hashing out the past…  As usual, I’m behind.




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