There are no maps, no directions, no destinations. I wend my way through Queensland’s mountainous rainforest regions where sunlight dapples the road through the overhanging vines and branches. I meander along the coastline where the sea is almost indistinguishable from the sky, but for the small white streaks of rolling waves near the shore. I detour at the whim of my capricious fancies, be it a secluded abbey tucked away in the mountains or a rest stop along the highway overlooking a verdant green valley and roads that disappear into unexplored horizons. Continue reading
My college roommate and I used to have a saying: “Everything is funny. You just have to look at it in the right way.”
So true. But I have to say, this week I struggled to find the funny.
It started last Wednesday.
Part of it is my fault. I’m irresistibly drawn to thick, creamy paper that oozes class–or an overly romantic desire to return to an age where quills and inkpots were the norm. (Take your pick.) I don’t care so much for what the notebook looks like, but if it produces a Hollywood-style sound of a pen on paper when I use my fountain pen, and holds the ink without running… I’m head-over-heels in love. (Don’t get me started on my other love of inky pens.) Continue reading
How do I get into the Winter Olympics?
Frosted in Fresno
Why on earth would you want to get into the Winter Olympics? You have to train every single day, and always in the cold. Even when everyone else is warm, you have to go find someplace cold to train. Do you understand? When everyone else is putting on shorts and drinking margaritas, you must seek out cold places so that you can train. Right now it’s February, and I’m shopping for cheap CSI: Miami posters to tape to my windows, so I can fool myself into thinking that it’s warm outside. (I am OK with pretending dead bodies are littering my neighborhood streets, as long as they’re not laying in 3 feet of snow.) It’s been cold for so long that the first layer of snow on my porch contains Pleistocene fossils. And it’s never going to end. It’s winter in my head for the rest of my life. And you would have more of it? On purpose? Continue reading
The problem with modern-day comedies, at least how I see it, is that they function much less as films and more as springboards for jokes and sight-gags for (hopefully) funny writers to unleash on their audience in the hopes that some of it is funny. Sure, it’s important to laugh, but the audience needs something to attach themselves to. I’m reminded of the film Get Him to The Greek starring Jonah Hill and Russell Brand, a very funny movie that ultimately tapers out by the last act, which many of these comedies seem to do. The film does not ground itself upon the relationship between the two protagonists and its ending feels unearned. This is why This is The End works as well as it does. The film, above all else, is really about the friendship between Seth Rogen and Jay Baruchel and maintaining that friendship even in the face of apocalypse. Continue reading
If you live in an Asian family, you’ll know what a disaster a broken rice cooker is. We don’t have the first clue how to cook rice in anything else. A saucepan on the stove? Is that even possible? So we borrowed a spare from my aunt–all good Asians should have a back-up. (We are not good Asians.) Then we went off in search of a new rice cooker. Continue reading
How can I become a psychic?
More-Large-Than-Medium in Melrose
I like where you’re going with this. A lot of people have trouble deciding what to do for a living, but you have picked a profession that is imaginary. I think that takes a good bit of courage. For instance, I have always wanted to be a “Person Who Gets Paid To Hang Out With Friends” for a living, but that never panned out. I even tried to make friends with the people I worked with, you know, working it from the other direction. I was predictably (ha!) chagrined when I found out that I also had to do real work. Buzzkill. Continue reading