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Sunday, January 30, 2005
Early morning sunday....rolling on the carpet and laughing at this cookbook diary entry from a mock cookbook by French philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre....excerpt from Oct 10:
I find myself trying ever more radical interpretations of traditional dishes, in an effort to somehow express the void I feel so acutely. Today I tried this recipe:
Tuna Casserole
Ingredients: 1 large casserole dish
Place the casserole dish in a cold oven. Place a chair facing the oven and sit in it forever. Think about how hungry you are. When night falls, do not turn on the light.
While a void is expressed in this recipe, I am struck by its inapplicability to the bourgeois lifestyle. How can the eater recognize that the food denied him is a tuna casserole and not some other dish? I am becoming more and more frustated.
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Thanks Matthew Mei!!
I find myself trying ever more radical interpretations of traditional dishes, in an effort to somehow express the void I feel so acutely. Today I tried this recipe:
Ingredients: 1 large casserole dish
Place the casserole dish in a cold oven. Place a chair facing the oven and sit in it forever. Think about how hungry you are. When night falls, do not turn on the light.
While a void is expressed in this recipe, I am struck by its inapplicability to the bourgeois lifestyle. How can the eater recognize that the food denied him is a tuna casserole and not some other dish? I am becoming more and more frustated.
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Thanks Matthew Mei!!
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Much of my weekend was spent looking through old photo albums. Reminiscing good times and old friends. Sometimes I wonder if myth and superstition are right and that photos capture a part of you, and if so, do the people you learn to love and to laugh with capture a part of you too by creating memories with you. So what has happened to my soul? Has its parts been captured and taken across the globe? Do i carry with me parts of others, even those that briefly stepped into my timeline? Who am I then? Do people who are born and raised in one place, loving and knowing the same people their whole lives have more of themselves intact? Well, while interesting to think about it doesn't take away the ache that memories bring about, the feeling of "nazukashii". For now photos, emails, and phone calls will have to do.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Click Here: I thought this was an interesting article from MONOLID Magazine seeing that I was one of those nutty Asians from Asia who tried taping "eyelids" onto themselves back in the years of teen angst that was 7th grade *I hang my head in shame* :)
Moi
Moi
Friday, January 07, 2005
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Well it's back to my old blog. It was too much of a hassle trying to modify that other template :P i have other matters to attend to. Nothing much going on here. Had a wonderful 2 week break in Florida with warm weather, good food, lots of sleep, and lots of fun for the new year with some old friends and some new ones. Hit the ground running monday and now classes, fundraisers, global health stuff, and all matters medical are in full swing.
Books: Fiction
Books: Non-Fiction
Oasis of Dreams
By Grace Feuerverger
Betrayal of Trust
By Laurie Garrett
Pathologies of Power
By Paul Farmer
Books: Non-Fiction
Oasis of Dreams
By Grace Feuerverger
Betrayal of Trust
By Laurie Garrett
Pathologies of Power
By Paul Farmer