Sometimes I don’t really know what to write, and then I think oh, you shouldn’t write for the sake of writing, you should write because–because you’re trying to write something. Because you’re trying to convey something. Because there’s a story you have to tell, a thought to flesh out, a destination to get to. You’re … More Writing
On a whim, I returned home and decorated my childhood room. I added heaps of pillows, pots of plants. I dusted an old leafy rug to place beneath the cherrygloss side table. I added decorative books, vases, flowers. I’m not sure why I felt compelled to decorate a bed I no longer sleep on – … More Empty Nest
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Two nights ago, I finished No Longer Human. Written in 1948, Dazai paints purplish pink poetic landscapes of urban cityscapes, decayed countryside, then fills them with the brooding thoughts of an anxious, solitary man. When I first opened the book, I initially thought it would be about a character that was literally not human, maybe… … More No Longer Human
As I interview for new jobs, scanning each hiring manager’s face for clues, red flags, and tics, I find myself reflecting on the better jobs and bosses I’ve had. In retrospect, my favorite job was my teaching job, the one I had before graduate school. During that time, I was doing research and applying to … More And My Favorite Job Award goes to….
Over the past few months, I’ve been learning how to make Lofi drawings. Drawn to its pastely hues, I have mostly admired the vibey aesthetic from afar. Recently inspired, I’ve started experimenting with Lofi, funneling hours into lines and lights and shadows. Here are some recent drawings: