I don’t watch The Voice so I don’t understand the judges discussions afterwards (they’re fighting to be able to coach them?) but, their performance is perfect.
For the first time in three years, I was home for St. Patricks Day. Sure, it’s not a “major holiday” and we don’t do anything special other than cook the “traditional” dinner of corned beef and cabbage. But, it’s been three years since I have made this on St. Patrick’s Day.
Earlier in the day, we met my aunt and uncle for brunch. I hadn’t seen them in quite some time. They were visiting Sacramento as a weekend getaway and I’m happy we had a chance to catch up. I had corned beef hash for breakfast, completely forgetting that we had this dinner planned for later.
So I had a day of corned beef and I should basically check my arteries, cholesterol, and the rest of my vitals.
- New Zealand… It’s still unfathomable that there is this much hate in the world, and that there are individuals acting on this hate.
- We can donate money and goods, and spread words of positivity, empathy, and acceptance… but, I want to know what I can do. There has to be more.
- I know that I can start with things that I can control. I can control being a better person, and continually looking for and learning how to be a better person. I can control being more compassionate and empathetic to those around me, accepting all of their differences; even learning to find joy in those differences. And, I can live my life with deliberate, positive actions.
- Every one can be better at any thing.
- There’s a routine… no, a rhythm to life that is different for every individual. I will start listening closer to my own. This will help me respect and learn from others’.
Fearing for His Life – Retaliation and being powerless to it… those are two of my biggest fears. If all of this article is true, what can we do about any of it?
Mak and bium: imperfection and emptiness in Korean aethetics – “In traditional Korean hanok houses, a courtyard – a space of literal emptiness in the architectural sense – anchors the household with a public void. Their architecture is in different ways saturated by both the calm vacancy of bium and by the informal directness of mak.” One of my dreams is to live in a hanok. If I ever come into money, I’m buying some land and having one built on it.
How to Play with Your Food Like an Asian American – “As the diaspora of Asian America expands, so does the diaspora of our food — and its reflection in cookbooks.” Christine Lee‘s piece on Double Awesome Chinese Food does a great job explaining the role cookbooks have in culture. Maangchi’s Real Korean Cooking helps me better relate and understand my ethnic cuisine. But, if I could be so bold, Roy Choi’s LA Son is something I far better relate to, as a Korean American from Southern Ca. I can’t wait to make that Red Curry Frito Pie (recipe at end of the article).
Parks and Recreation – To kill some time, I watched the last four episodes of this series (on Netflix). I forget how good this show was; how funny and true to character the storylines stay. I also love the way the last episode jumped into the future to show what they were up to.
I don’t have anything specific to highlight here. When I had my headphones on I was either on a conference call or just had my music set to shuffle.
I reminisced when this came up on my music shuffle, this afternoon. It’s just a fun song that helped put me in a better mood.
And in the immortal words of Bill and Ted, please “be excellent to each other”. We need to.
Enjoy your weekend!
The other day, I looked over at the couch and noticed our cat sleeping like this (above photo). I marveled at the fact that she was sound asleep and setup in almost a perfect triangle. Seriously, look at her hind legs and the way her back is arched.
Most of my mornings start early as most of the team I work with are located in time zones ahead of me. This actually works out for me because, usually, by the time the conference calls and email traffic slows, it’s just early afternoon for me so I have the remainder of the afternoon to put on the headphones and pound out documents on my keyboard.
But I also wend up hitting a mid-afternoon wall. And when I hit this wall, I hit it hard.
I often consider working a short nap into the middle of the day. There are so many benefits to this, proven by research, and known with just common sense. But the old “office worker” mentality gets in my way. “I can’t nap in the middle of the day! What if someone sees me? I need to be working nonstop until I clock out!”
I am very privileged and grateful to be able to work remotely. I’ve said, many times, I feel more in my element, more productive, more creative, being able to work remotely. I get far more done in far less time. I get my creature comforts (my own bathroom, my pantry and kitchen, being able to wear casual clothing, etc.) and can change my scenery just by taking my laptop to anywhere else there is a wireless network. It’s a good gig.
So, why couldn’t I work in a nap? What’s stopping me? As long as I’m still getting my work done, attending calls, and being responsive when needed, then there really isn’t a good reason not to, right?
I just can’t sleep in a triangle.
I’m a sucker for a good chicken sandwich. More specifically, the chicken sandwich has to be spicy, and the chicken has to be fried. Nine out of 10 times, if I’m eating a chicken sandwich, it’s in this arrangement: bun, spicy fried chicken fillet, coleslaw, pickles, bun.
A few months back I started hearing about Nash and Proper, a food truck specializing in Nashville-style hot chicken. Their food is very “Instagrammable“; every time I saw someone post a pic of their sandwich, I would salivate. Pavlov’s dog and all. So, I added it to my list.
I didn’t know that they would be at Saturday’s Republic FC match. When I saw the truck I got so excited but, I had made a “rookie” move and kind of filled up on other fares while we wandered through all of the other trucks. (Nash & Proper’s truck was kind of in a corner at the end.)
But, I caved and bought “The Sammich”. So, so good. Lives up to the hype. And my craving is not only satiated but, in some weird way, still grows stronger with every Instagram post.