on the hunt

I keep meaning to write about my first year participating in the Chinese New Year Treasure Hunt, but I am a dreadful reviewer.  Did I take notes? No. Did I record all of my thoughts as soon as I got home? Not even close. My review, therefore, goes like this: we walked (quickly, although there were moments of moseying) all over Chinatown and North Beach and the Financial District, solved puzzles, laughed a lot, and finished with only one question unanswered. At least I took some video. And let me tell you: there is nothing quite so humbling as watching oneself on video. Not exactly caveats, but it bears noting: Yes, my face really moves like that when I talk.  No, I wasn’t under the influence.  Yes, I wear that hat out in public.  No, I had no prior...

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Posted on 28 May 2009 | 2 comments

nothing good

Nothing good comes from the random days, the days spent flailing about one or two different poems or stories, the days with strangleholds on reason. Four times in the last hour I have written then deleted one line. Nothing fits right in the head. It is best, on the random days, to let pieces be pieces, at peace. ._.-. Torgi the cat is curled up next to me. Bedtime is his favorite time because he curls up in between us and purrs. Overcome with somnolent joy, his purrs pitch higher until he is trilling in his drowse. ._.-. Recipes recently attempted and succeeded, at least in the barest sense of the word: Southwestern frittata, steak with ginger-butter sauce, pork tacos with mango salsa, baked eggs in ham cups. Concepts tested and learned: broiling, sauteing,...

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Posted on 28 May 2009 | 3 comments