Tried to explain Chinese pre­served eggs (1000-year-old eggs) tonight. I don’t think it worked.

2 years, 3 months ago

Coworker came into my office and said, “I can smell your banana”. Good thing I was eat­ing a banana at the time.

2 years, 3 months ago

Don’t expect to be loved uncon­di­tion­ally if you can’t do the same. But isn’t that just a con­di­tion itself? What a paradox.

2 years, 3 months ago

A Visit From Big Sister

Sushi with Misun

Misun, aka my big sis­ter, vis­ited from France yes­ter­day. We gorged our­selves on all-you-can-eat sushi, and I let her sur­prise me by choos­ing not to know what she ordered for us. Now I wish I had kept note so I could order the same things again.

Sushi with me

It was hard to argue with her about the bill. She kept insist­ing that she pay because she’s older (from her Korean cul­ture), and I kept insist­ing that I pay because I’m the host (from my Chinese cul­ture). I even used the argu­ment that if it’s the elder who pays, then she would always be pay­ing. Unfortunately, the host­ess took her side and refused my money.

She was only able to stay in Ottawa for the night, but before turn­ing in well beyond our bed­times, we caught up as peo­ple can only do in per­son. We’d been keep­ing in touch the whole time we’ve been apart, and now had the chance to fill in the details.

The time I most felt like I knew what it was to have a sis­ter was when we brushed our teeth together in the bath­room. Afterward, we com­pared grey hair, me laugh­ing at her three strands, as I have a steady diet of salt added to my pepper.

Misun's note

When I woke up, I found this cute note, with our faces (includ­ing Dolly’s) drawn on it.

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You know you’re right when the devil’s advo­cate sided with you.

2 years, 3 months ago

Need to pee, but I’m suck­ing on a lolipop. Would it be too weird to be stand­ing at a uri­nal with a lolipop in my mouth?

2 years, 3 months ago

Follow-Up

(I love these entries.)

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First: lis­ten to this. Some days I feel exactly like this song. Those days are pretty good.

I remem­ber read­ing the blog once of the guy who said that his aunt was Nancy. She was a Canadian woman who suf­fered from men­tal insta­bil­ity and killed her­self (“It seems so long ago/Nancy was alone/a forty five beside her head/an open tele­phone”), and Cohen read about the story in the news­pa­per, and penned this song about her.

Anyway.

I like him. He’s very unbi­ased. He doesn’t try to cod­dle me or side with or against me or force me into think­ing any­thing. He offers per­spec­tives that no one else can give me.

I wasn’t sure where to start, so I just tried to bring him up to speed on my life in the time that passed between us. It began briefly with how well I was main­tain­ing the progress we had made but quickly drifted to the rela­tion­ship, and that pretty much took the rest of the session.

(From here on out, I’m going to refer to it as the rela­tion­ship. Just cause I’m tired of writ­ing “half-relationship” or “rela­tion­ship” in quotes like that. I’d say that two peo­ple as involved as we were would cer­tainly be con­sid­ered to be in a relationship.)

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note to self: warm up car tomorrow

note to self: warm up car tomorrow

Every time I watch my Hong Kong mar­kets video (http://vimeo.com/3621051) I think to myself, “I wish Julie could have been there”.

2 years, 3 months ago

Turned the heat on today. Have to admit, it’s nice to be warm when step­ping out of the shower.

2 years, 3 months ago

Sometimes, I’m really glad I don’t get these pop cul­ture ref­er­ences. Otherwise, that would mean I’m privy to all this crap right now.

2 years, 3 months ago

Off to see my ther­a­pist soon and I’m still not sure what to say to him yet.

2 years, 3 months ago

Thanksgiving dinner at the Gensey's

Thanksgiving dinner at the Gensey's

Tatiana

Chest bone

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Thumbnail: Bust
Thumbnail: Legs
Thumbnail: Hand
Thumbnail: Torso

Lying down

Some por­traits of Tatiana. As a per­son into voyeurism (more specif­i­cally, on the end being observed), she’s more com­fort­able with her clothes off than on. I love work­ing with peo­ple who are com­fort­able with their bod­ies. You get total cre­ative free­dom, instead of the frus­tra­tion of hav­ing to walk on eggshells, lest you offend a model’s sensibilities.

I’ve dis­cov­ered that when doing nude pho­tog­ra­phy, you need to open up the aper­ture so that a greater por­tion of the per­son is in focus than in con­ven­tional por­traits. If you focus on only the eyes, you lose the nudity and it becomes a dis­trac­tion. If you focus on naked­ness, you lose the eyes and it becomes vulgar.