Over the years, on Wordpress, people have come and gone, shared lives and left, left old blogs to pursue new ones. They continue on with their lives, maybe updating with the occasional life update, but most often not. … More You’ve Got a Blogger in Me
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
Join Lu on this riveting, mind-boggling journey as she fails to unravel a complex modern mystery of Corporate America™ … More A Modern American Mystery
In the morning, I sit here with a cup of a coffee and a book. It’s become a routine now: wake up, brush my teeth, make some coffee, sit outside. Sometimes I am accompanied by bunnies or birds – most recently, a bird couple that seemed oblivious to my presence. … More Afternoon Rambles
The other day, I was thinking to myself: it’s always important to know what motivates other people. Sometimes people are motivated by appearance: the appearance of success, the appearance of happiness, the appearance of wealth. And that, in turn, reveals a deeper motivation – maybe for validation or admiration, maybe for likes or for envy … More Finding the Why
Lately, I have been thinking of museums, from one coast to the other: The Broad in Los Angeles, The Museum of Natural History in New York. I forget if The Broad was free – I do, however, remember trekking up several blocks to witness the Sacred Grounds of Contemporary Art. On the other … More Solo Date to the Art Museum
In June, le beau gifted me the Fujifilm X-E3. Long story short, I discovered a Fujifilm-dedicated blog, scampered down the rabbit hole, and decided the camera was everything I’d ever dreamed of. Next thing you know, le beau’s ordered it! 🥺 I ended up getting the pancake lens shortly afterwards. Like bad CPR, Fujifilm has … More Hot Summer Nights, Mid-July
On the week’s edition of Silent Sonday Sunday, during which I share contextless photos of my sons. … More Silent Sondays
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The sunset is violently pretty: pinks and purples flecked with gold. The heaviness has worn off. In its place is something light and bittersweet. After you’ve held onto something for so long, something so heavy – hatred and bitterness and resentment – is this how it dissolves? Suddenly, then all at once, a sea of memories, cotton candy dunked in water? … More Move Along
From the dense forestry of WFH has emerged a new species: neither work, nor play, but both. Without taking PTO, which we are saving up for another trip, I call this the mini-cation. It isn’t quite a staycation, because we leave home, but it also isn’t entirely a vacation, because we work. … More All Good Mini-cations
Hankering for adventure, I suggested a nearby shopping square. We passed by a religious temple on the way, but it was raining too hard for us to step outside. As we arrived at the shopping square, the clouds cleared. Palm trees swayed. I skipped over rain puddles. I thought about the The Piña Colada song. … More If You Like Piña Coladas and Gettin’ Caught in the Rain
I used to think there was something romantic about public transportation. In my mind, I glamorized it. Maybe it was because I had spent most of my life moving by car, staring out windows, listening to the local R&B station. From a distance, public transportation sparkled. Buses. Trains. Subways. Love. But then it dimmed. Germs. Lateness. And, in general, impracticality. Mostly I drive now. … More Modes of Transportation
Having spent Saturday driving, we packed our Sunday with a list of places to go. Our first stop: bao’s, doughy steamed buns, stuffed with pork belly and katsu chicken and purple cabbage. After circling around the park, avoiding a sketchy parking lot, we secured a spot on a hill, a perfect view of the city. … More Sunday Funday
We spent several hours on the road, stuffed with jammy kolaches and Vampire Weekend. One of the first songs I played was A-Punk. I had always thought the lyrics to A-Punk were: Do you want to go slowly / into the city? And I had always thought it kind of intimate and friendly. Like yes, Ezra, lead singer of Vampire Weekend, I would love to be stuck in traffic with you, now could you sing me a song? … More Into the City
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Another month, another daily challenge. This June, I painted a portrait a day on the iPad Procreate app. Although the challenge was difficult, I was excited to learn about the expansive capabilities available in Procreate. And ’twas thanks to le beau, too – after completing my first horror-themed Inktober 2020, le beau gifted me an iPad. … More Daily Portrait Challenge
This new Fujifilm camera, which I learned about recently, is something I’ve been sleeping on. If it weren’t for a bored, lazy summer day, when I suddenly searched up Fujifilm blogs on Wordpress, and found a site of film emulation recipes, I would still be fast asleep. I have awoken. Like Donald Glover’s album. Awaken, the Lu! … More Awaken, the Lu!
We went to the plant section of the home improvement store. I always insist that plants have a vibe. A pleasant presence. Sort of warm, you know? Like honey. A dancey song from the 80’s came on, and we started dancing in the aisles. I looked for peonies, my mother’s favorite. I felt like I … More A Bug’s Life
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Here is the church and here is the steeple. We sure are cute for two ugly people. This photo reminds me of the song, Anyone Else But You, a song by the Moldy Peaches. At 13, we would sit on the concrete steps and sing this tune from Juno, a movie about teen pregnancy, featuring … More Summertime Sadness [35mm Film]
The other day, I called my best friend. It’s been a while since we have spoken. I often marvel at how serendipitous our friendship was, and the depth with which it expands. It feels like I’ve known her forever, lifetimes before, and it has always felt this way. Someone once told me that, in Buddhist … More Maybe it’s Ming. Maybe it’s Maybelline.
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