Once I assumed the role of cook a couple of years ago, I planned my menu so that every other day I’d prepare a new meal. The only cookbook I owned was a 1960’s copy of Betty Crocker’s Cookbook. This cookbook was my mother’s, and if you saw it, you’d think Betty Crocker herself passed it […]
How can a love as deep as mine look like this?
Humiliation comes in many flavors: decline, disgrace, resignation, ridicule, shame, stigma, and upset. HUMILIATION BY RESIGNATION AND SHAME A bike to a 11-year old is like a compass to an explorer; it ensures progress, freedom, and discovery. I was eleven or so and riding my Columbia 3-speed (I really wanted the cocoa brown 10-speed Schwinn … Continue reading Hu-mil-i-a-tion, Noun, 2. To Produce Resignation or Shame to the Dignity of Another
I'm still crying. Especially for the amount of preciously rare innocence lost that day. I fear a crevasse of cruelty ripped open our discouraged plains of humanity and swallowed acres of hope, kindness, and gentility. The displaced survivors have been inoculated with indifference. Recently, our society welcomed the technological efforts to promote the importance of … Continue reading Our Cultural Conflict: “I-centric” vs. “Us-centric”
I first met Mani A. a few months after my father died when I was fifteen. He appeared from around a blind corner where Wong-Su restaurant and Teddy's Tavern meet like a knife's edge. He was a restless, sinewy, no-nonsense blond wearing his older-brother's-hand-me-downs. I apologized and excused myself immediately, but he roared to life … Continue reading Finally Understanding Life As Mani A.
I live life à la carte; by à la carte I mean by choice, especially my choice. My brother for instance, abdicated his causative influence on life, and welcomes whatever life serves at whatever life costs. In other words I enjoy the risk of tasting uncertainty while my brother prefers a routine cuisine. When life is à la carte you … Continue reading Life: A la Carte or Prix Fixe?
I was never known to have an aptitude for or interest in any kind of creative expression which involved my hands (with the exception of typing). My friends are surprised by my newly discovered passion for woodworking, and they're especially surprised that my knowledge has been self-taught. But it's less about knowledge and more about … Continue reading Deconstruction: Or, The End Is A Great Place To Start