All Good Mini-cations

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

If You Like Piña Coladas and Gettin’ Caught in the Rain

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

Modes of Transportation

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

Sunday Funday

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

Into the City

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

Rocky Road

But there were also fields, and trails, and bike paths. We showed up in the morning, when only pedestrians were allowed, so we wandered through the park until noon. Eager to avoid crowds, we detoured onto a less-traveled path and admired the mountains. … More Rocky Road

Crossing State Lines

Road trip! Road trip! The other day I counted: this would be our 7th road trip this past year. Our destination (again): the mountains. Viet coffee in one hand and PTO in the other, we spent the whole day driving, breaking, and pushing across state lines. We listened to indie vibes. Hoppy classics. We sailed through … More Crossing State Lines

Discovering Dishes

In early April, we took  (yet another) spontaneous road trip. The drive over was smooth. The weather was perfect. Sunshine and teal skies. Microsoft screensaver clouds and a cool breeze. I was our Spotify DJ, my usual responsibility. I hopped from one genre to another, trying to -catch- a vibe. On my 90’s playlist, Wannabe … More Discovering Dishes

B&W Film

I photographed strangers, artwork, puppies, toys, store fronts, adults on small trains, humans wearing felt panda heads. It was then that I realized: there is so much whimsicalness in the world. So much strangeness and beauty. I began to shift my perception, seeing my surroundings in blacks and whites, hues and gradients, shadows and bright spots. … More B&W Film

Plantonic Love

Normally, Valentine’s is a day reserved for romantic love. This Valentine’s, I felt plantonic love.  Meet Mingyung.  She’s a yung Ming Aralia. Her botanical name is Polyscias Fruticosa. She can grow over 6 feet. She’s an evergreen shrub. She has long legs, big hair, and, most importantly, big potential. For love.  We entered the plant … More Plantonic Love

Cozy

It’s Friday morning; it rained last night. My room felt cozy. I lit the apple cinnamon candle, made a cup of coffee, finished Lahiri’s short story – still nursing the book- and doodled on my iPad. Frank Ocean was stuck in my head (In the wake of a hurricane/dark skin of a summer shade/nosedive into … More Cozy

Decade of Digital Photography | 2o1o – 2o13 pt. I

Ever since I was little, I’ve captured tidbits and moments of my life on camera. This eventually snowballed into a love for photography, a (now-defunct) photography business, and, most recently, developing film at home. In an effort to organize old photos floating around the Internet – and my hard drive – I’ve started a project … More Decade of Digital Photography | 2o1o – 2o13 pt. I

Afternoon In Breck

We went to Breckenridge this afternoon, and it was all a series of serendipitous synchronicity. We had initially been hesitant to venture outside, since there were so many people on Main Street. Right as we found parking, after we went around in circles, it began to rain. And when it started to pour, all the crowds dispersed, as if welcoming our hermit presence. … More Afternoon In Breck

The One Where We Get Lost In The Woods And Stuck On A Steep Backroads Dirt Mound In The Middle Of A Storm

There’s an upper level to ruggedness. We all have one. Well. I hit mine today when we veered off the boulder-infested roads, dipped into a steep hill, sped manically through unpaved meadow, plowed on forward towards another steep hill, faced an intimidatingly 90 degrees towards the cloudy skies, and found ourselves staring at the physically insurmountable mound of dirt, unable to move forwards or back. … More The One Where We Get Lost In The Woods And Stuck On A Steep Backroads Dirt Mound In The Middle Of A Storm