It’s getting hot. This weekend will bring a 90F weather. This is the time you wish winter was coming. I hate hot. Maybe because of it I am missing Alaska again. I go through these bouts of not knowing what I am doing here in Pacific Northwest. It still does not feel completely like my place, even though I have…
The bread experiments continue. Partially because I need to keep myself busy without the computer; partially because I am in love with bread making. Tonight I made two batches. Identical except for the yeast. One batch has a quick-rising, the other has regular yeast. I plan to refrigerate both and see what difference arises (pun not intended). Breadmaking is very…
For the past few weeks, I am baking bread. I used to do it all the time, but then something happened, life changed and with it the habits. Anyways, I am back to that particular habit now and not only enjoying it immensely but also obsessed with it. On the one hand, it is a practice of mindfulness and patience.…
My mom is dead. She passed away a few months ago from pancreatic cancer, and the reality of it is just now hitting me with full force. When they say that pancreatic cancer kills with brute force in a very short time, believe it. Since she was diagnosed, it took three months to succumb to it. She was lucky; she…
I have not written in a while. Got too busy and my mind was stuck on performance at work rather than my personal interests. I hate when this happens when work eats all of your energy and mental capacity. When you come home so exhausted that doing anything but going on a walk with the Piglet or watching Netflix is…
Today in my beehive of an apartment complex everyone received the following notification: In order to maintain the aesthetics, we need your help! Please ensure that your patio/balcony is always kept neat and orderly at all times (this is part of complying with your lease agreement). This month we will begin doing regular property walks to make sure that everything…
I started this painting piece couple of days ago, and at the time it felt marvelous creating it, putting paint on, making marks, scraping, dabbing. This physical part of painting is very much like a kinesthetic thrill or a runner’s high. We don’t talk much about art regarding physical motions of an artist. We often speak of meaning, the possible…
It rains in Oregon. A lot. In fact, rain is Oregon’s middle name and last name. I don’t like rain, but here I am, living in Oregon and complaining about the rain. I suspect most of the Oregonians do the same — complain about the rain. Today not only did it rain, but it also hailed. Little round balls of white.…
It’s Friday night, and the outside is loud with cars. It’s about 9 pm. But it is quiet in my apartment except for the snoring of my little piglet who is not a real piglet, he is a dog, but I like to call him Piglet. A friend of mine once posted on Facebook of all places about the death…
