08 August 2022

Tofu Insecurities

The bodybuddy/lifemate and I emigrated (with intentions never to return, at the time) to South Korea back in August 2013, and in that country, we landed in a city in the mountainous center of the country where all of the beautiful Koreans are from because Daegu is the place where all the apples are grown, and eating apples makes one beautiful, so I’m told. And in that city there’s a neighborhood called Sinmae, where, by the time we left, had opened its first Uniqlo. And in that neighborhood there’s an open-air market that becomes especially lively on Thursday nights when vendors that usually vend elsewhere join the Sinmae party. And in that open-air market there’s a Thursday night vendor that sells tofu. 

For the first few months, we happily enjoyed the market on weekdays to pick up our weekly staples of fresh 야채들 (veggies), fresh 김치 (kimchi) and fresh 반찬 (banchan), and fresh 돼지고기 (pork shoulder), with Thursdays being especially special cause that’s when we’d chow down on plates of 튀김 (fried snacks) and pick up fresh 두부 (tofu) from the vendor that only came to town on special Thursdays.


On one of these special Thursdays, we approached the 두부 vendor, and there was a man standing there instead of the usual woman from whom we typically bought our 두부. And as we approached, we exchanged hellos and then asked, in Korean, for some 두부, the same way we always had, and as the man began bagging up our chunk, he pointed at the bodybuddy/lifemate and began speaking in a tone that was not what we considered friendly. And then he kept on going off in Korean, while we were giving him our won in exchange for the chunk of 두부. By the time he was finished, after pointing at us and making a scene, his assumed wife, the woman we typically bought from, appeared as other vendors looked on. She gracefully gave us our 두부 bag packed in a handled, black plastic bag and quickly whispered thank you, in Korean, as she shooed us away. 


It became apparent to us that the man was upset that the bodybuddy/lifemate appeared to be a white American (which he is), and I appeared to be a Korean female (which I am). This appeared to upset him, and we were not sure why, but obviously, I have my guesses, but they are all kinds of conceited, and the Truth is murky, at best. 


The reality, however, is that, yes, the bodybuddy/lifemate is a white American, and I was born in Korea to Korean parents, but then I was shipped to Those United States after I was abandoned upon the doorstep of an orphanage at the tender age of three. And so, I feel feels about that man, just like he feels feels about us. It’s life, and there’s nobody to blame, and there’s nothing to be done about the situation. The problem, for me, is that Koreans are aware of the fact that there are hundreds of thousands (about 200,000) babies of Korean descent, scattered around the white world. This is a harsh Truth, and it is True. 


Like all good marketing/advertising campaigns, people will find attractive and thereby mate with those with whom they have had the most exposure. 


And so, I was being blamed for mating or pairing myself with a white man, when the reality is that I was sent to go live among them, be raised by them, be one of them. So, I could just as easily be angry at that man for being a countryman of a country so poor that it exported its young. And that would be some petty-ass shit. 


But what’s to be made of those Korean-Americans who end up with white men and return to Korea only to be scolded for their choice? I can easily wiggle out of the situation, as I’ve just done above, but the Korean-Americans, the Korea-Koreans, what’s their excuse when confronted with a mean man scolding them for their interracial decision, etc.? 


Anywho, we continued to patronize the 두부 vendor, and the woman seemed embarrassed but not overly friendly. And some of the vendors, it seemed, felt bad for us. We were always charged only 5,000 KRW (about 5 USD) from our pork lady, and she would obviously fill our bag with about 10,000 KRW of meat, no matter how much we asked for. And the kimchi/banchan lady always added a banchan or two to our order (service) and would give me way more kimchi than I could eat in a week. One time, while I was shopping alone during the afternoon while the bodybuddy/lifemate was at the job, the kimchi/banchan lady fed me to my mouth, with her fingers. Not an uncommon move in Korean culture but felt oddly intimate to me, as a known, not-Korea-Korean-nor-Korean-American Korean. We harbor no ill feelings toward our time in Daegu, because we had some seriously good times there, and it was a great place to acclimate to our new life abroad. 


By September 2014, we were settled in Seoul. About three months prior, the bodybuddy/lifemate had to make a decision between two locations in Seoul or staying in Daegu. We made our decision and had a cat by November 2014 in our office-tel in Nowon. Obviously, we’ve since left Korea, and we had zero plans to be in These United States for three years, but here we are, trapped from a pandemic that has left us grounded (longer than most people, I think, because I simply will not fly, yet). And so, we have worked hard to build the type of life where we will be in Seoul part of the year and Honolulu part of the year, and eventually (maybe ten years or so), we will add Alaska to begin our dream of triangulating on a trimester sort of schedule, around the world. And then, I will finally be happy. As if happiness is sustainable. Fucking enjoy it when it sweeps through. When it leaves, it’ll be back again. 


For instance, I had the blessed fortune of being the private tutor to a wonderful Korean girl turned young woman. Obviously, we parted ways when I left the country back in 2018, but I’ve tried my best to keep in loose touch, because we (the bodybuddy/lifemate and I) have always had plans to return to Seoul, routinely. And so, I’ve done my best to keep tabs and be available, and we’ve kept in touch all these years. And then, I realized that she recently crossed an age milestone, and I was suddenly stoked with fear that I’m not cool enough! 


“I must up my game,” I announced to the bodybuddy/lifemate when I realized this realization. The urgency is that she is now in my wheelhouse, and so, the stakes seem so high now. She’s cool. She’s smart. She's friendly. She's beautiful. She’s like grown. She's a person! It’s crazy. And so, in my mind, I can’t just be like, you know, Tiffany Teacher. I need to be so much more. I need to show her that I am cool, too! That we can be friends! And I sound so fucking pathetic. Ugh. Teenagers. 


Don’t worry. I’m not freaking out.


My point is that she’s smart and adorable. In short, she’s my favorite Korean. Thus, I took a gamble about a month ago and sent her a video, a short little vlog of a shopping trip to the grocery store. As car-less bikedestrians, we bike everywhere, so I thought it’d be a fun little vid. It was. She liked it. And then, I won. I won it all! She asked me if I would like a video of HER “daily life”!!! I didn’t even know that that was what I wanted, but obviously, it was. And then, she sent the video last week!


But being the cool “older friend” that I am, I didn’t check the message or watch the video until today. “I’m busy.” I am busy, but I was also counting down the hours to watch the thing. And so, I watched her video this morning, and I cried from the overwhelming happiness her face brought to me. Aside from me discovering my Korean-self, being steeped in my Homeland and stoking the flame of my identity, meeting and getting to know my favorite-Korean has absolutely been the best part of our first move to Korea. Not to mention the joy of her father and kindness of her mother. They are, simply, the best family, and I feel so lucky and grateful that we have been able to stay in touch, and that they want to stay in touch with me (smiley emoji)!  


In the end, my favorite-Korean’s video brought up a lot of Korean feelings about our first time in Korea, and I remembered the account that opens this writing. I cried a lot in Daegu, because it was where we spent our first year in Korea, and obviously, being the adoptee that I am, I have a lot of ongoing issues that routinely need maintenance. It sucks, but that’s life. And mostly, it doesn’t suck, so there’s that. 


We have plans to return to Seoul, for about a month, this coming winter, so that we may celebrate my favorite-Korean. And that trip will set up our transition to the Seoul-Honolulu dyad. Until then, I’ll just be here being motivated by the paralyzing fear that I might not be “cool enough" ... sigh.  











03 August 2022

2022 JULY READS | Books 38-42/80

2022 JULY Month Goal: 5/6

Year Goal: 42/80



Nonfiction | 320.01 RYA v.1 | 2013 | 600 pages


2.  Let's Get Physical: How Women Discovered Exercise and Reshaped the World by Danielle Friedman

Nonfiction | 613.71 FRI | 2022 | 352 pages


3. Renegades: Born in the USA by Barack Obama and Bruce Springsteen 

Nonfiction | 973.932 OBA | 2021 | 320 pages


4. The Creative Mind: An Introduction to Metaphysics by Henri Bergson

Nonfiction | 110 BER | 1934 | 222 pages


5. True Story: What Reality TV Says About Us by Danielle J. Lindemann

Nonfiction | 791.45 LIN | 2022 | 352 pages 



&In Images 







View The Complete List to see this year's ... complete list. 





02 August 2022

a July 'Wrap-Up' & an August 'Manifestation' (right? i'm to 'manifest' my deepest desires? i'm not mocking, i'm legitimately curious, so please, please feel free to inform; if i hear nothing back, i'll assume i 'get it,' etc.) | Sailor's Log No. 22.07J05


Time Travel Setting: the Past | a July "Wrap-Up" 

I'm not even gonna lie. July was a fucking nightmare, and I am so fully grateful that I've not only survived, but that it is now August. The month started out as usual, except that the bodybuddy/lifemate and I were beginning to feel the stress of our life—neither of us had had a break from our work and day jobs since November 2019, for him, and December 2020, for me. And both of our families have been really wringing us emotionally (the bodybuddy/lifemate received a "birthday" card from his mother, which was just a foil for a nasty, long, handwritten letter she wrote, which, in short, basically made him feel like shit). Yes, I know that we only work three days/week at our day jobs, but we also work from home the other four days, which means that we literally work every day of the week, and we do not celebrate any major United Statesian holidays in any significant way. I AM NOT COMPLAINING. I am quite satisfied with my life theses days, so much so that we worked for, literally, 560 days before collapsing into a heap, at which point we finally called into our jobs and took two weeks off. And so, we had our first official vacation—staycation because I refuse to get on an airplane, at this time, and we would normally rent a car for a few days, but that felt irresponsible this year—since returning to these United States in late 2018.

A few days into July I tweaked some little muscle or tendon deep inside my left shoulder, and, given my neck history, the thing went into a full-blown spasm, and I was laid up for about a week. So, I missed two shifts early into the month. The following weekend, I was menstruating, but I survived the week of shifts. And then, we ate something that definitely did not sit with us well, and the Company has a policy that if you have certain symptoms, you cannot do your job. Thus, we called in sick, and while we were both breaking down on our living room couch, he missing the first shift of his life (literally, he's never missed a day of work since I've known him, and I met him at a job we both had in college back in 2008, and even then, he never missed a day at that job, and then, obviously, we got together, and I've never witnessed him miss a single ephing day of work, like so crazy), I missing the third shift of the month and the most shifts ever, meaning I'd been able to drag my ass into my job for every single shift for a year and a half before breaking down and requiring a break.

Obviously, I am not attempting to paint us like some super-workers or anything. Trust me. We are far from over-extending ourselves at our jobs because we know what it means to be hourly-wage laborers. We do, however, go too hard on our own companies. If anything, I am trying to share our misgivings, which is that you should not take a break once you finally break down and MUST TAKE A BREAK. You need to be more responsible than we are and know when you are getting tired and then, request a break. I am an irresponsible laborer because I failed to recognize the signs that maybe I'm getting a little tired, and so, I had to take a break on the cuff. I was scheduled the week that I called in to start my vacation, not a responsible move. Nevertheless, I work a day job, as an hourly-wage laborer, so I'm not beating myself up here, either. I could literally not show up for two weeks, and then just show up again, and nobody would say anything. So, I did the bare minimum and at least informed them that I would not be showing up for two weeks. 

And so, our vacation began in mid-July, and we were back at the job last Wednesday, the 27th. We did a lot of relaxing and emotional tending. We even took time away from our responsibilities at our own companies. Obviously, there are some things that must be maintained, and so, we are never able to fully unplug for more than about three days, but again, I AM NOT COMPLAINING. We have designed our lives, and this is the life we have built for ourselves. To be frank, I love it. I'm merely sharing (more like documenting for my future self) a reminder of the lessons that we learned this past month about how we need to continuously update our life/work structure so that we are always living as sustainably as humanly possible so that we may enjoy this human life/work for as long as humanly possible. 

So I quit yoga, cold turkey, and I've replaced that exercise with a return to my ballet roots. It's basically one of the best decisions I've made in a really long time. And I made a bunch of workout videos, but I am undecided at this time as to whether or not I'll continue to make these types of videos. I do find them highly motivating, and I genuinely enjoy video editing (even more than photo editing, but please do not tell my old photography site this). But again, I had a lot of free time during our staycation to make them easily. And since we're shooting for the kind of drive that's sustainable, I do not yet know if I can carry my typical work load and make workout vids. I will try, obviously, but if I quit or only do it sporadically, I hope you'll understand (that is, if you even like them *shrug*). 

What else. 

I lowered my book goal to six books, and I read five, so that was good. Mostly, I simply needed to read more than I read last month, which was pitiful, but also telling of the fact that I really needed a break, some rest.

And this, I suppose, brings to me my final point, which is that I realized that there are a lot of hourly-wage laborers who literally cannot afford to take a break at all. The Company for which I currently work, is unionized. I accrue vacation days and sick hours, whether I want them or not. I was able to cash in multiple such benefits, which means that I missed five shifts, but only missed two days of pay. We could have used vacation days for those other two days if we had scheduled that time off beforehand, but since we don't live paycheck to paycheck, missing two shifts of pay is insignificant. My point is that 90% of the hourly-wage population of workers do not have benefits like this where they can take a break, and this is why—after reading headline after headline about union votes failing—I know that the majority of workers in These United States, do not know or understand Unions. I would've considered myself part of that ignorant cohort a mere two years ago, but after having worked for a company that is unionized for the past year and a half, my tune has changed. But honestly, it's not something I'm going to write about, at this moment, but I have come to the realization that I should write about it in the near future. 

In the end, July was shit, but I feel really grateful that I could afford to take some time off for my own sanity.



Time Travel Setting: the very-near Future | an August "Manifestation"

Book Goal: 9 

Our transit district, RTD, in Colorado is running a “Zero Fare for Better Air” public transportation environmental program thing-a-ma-bob through the month of August, being car-less bike-edstrians (come rain, shine or snow, as we absolutely do not support the personal ownership of any type of vehicle that quickens the warming of this planet) we took a few bus trips around the Front Range, hit up Boulder and Denver.

I remembered to remind myself of my reminders.

I grew stronger by practicing gratitude and exercising my aging ballet body.

I strengthened my mind in mental preparation for the inevitable liftoff of our rocket ship. 

I found new sustainability in my work flow/life balance/drive sustainability.

I wrote my ass off and had a great time doing it. 

One of my creations went viral (either a writing or a video on theTube or KakaoStory, I can't say for sure) went viral (lol, and I laugh here cause I don't like make like the type of like stuff that like goes viral, etc., but I did! I went viral!)!

The bodybuddy/lifemate wanted me to start documenting his bakes, so I've done that, and I'm the official videographer/editor of his bakes vids, which is ironic given the fact that he is the one of us who, literally, has a BFA in film making, ugh. 

I realized that I'm doing it and that the initial liftoff force of gravity is no longer crushing me, even though I can feel it and all of its weight.

September is going to be a game-changer. Fact. 




Time Travel Setting: the Past Presently | last of the July Vids


I updated my "Sailing the Time Tide in Pictures" page, with this video:







This is the last of the July workouts video:







&this is a July ¨She Cooks! 먹방 (&eats)!¨ video that I didn't edit or upload until today:








    

26 July 2022

Recipes for Financial Freedom & 고추 두부 | Sailor's Log No. 22.07J04

What is a recipe beyond a list of equipment with instructions? If a recipe (along with some practice, or what I like to deem the “doing of a thing”) is all that’s needed to, theoretically, create some thing or complete some goal, then why do people seemingly refuse to follow the recipe toward wealth? Or is it that everyone—literally everyone—has been misinformed, misguided, misled? What then is the recipe for Financial-Freedom/Wealth-Generation?

That’s a question that most people refuse to answer, in my experience. And the reason, in my experience, why most people do not answer the question is because they simply do not know the answer. Unless you know someone who is truly wealthy, truly financially free (and no, the Kardashian/Jenner Klan is not financially free, remember this), truly raking in more money than they can spend, then why would you take anyone’s advice on how to become truly wealthy, truly financially free, truly raking in more money than you can spend? It’s pointless to listen to someone who is NOT rich about how to GET rich. Ya hear? 


My point is that I’ve been given a recipe or two over the course of my life, thus far, and for the most part, I’ve lucked out that the lists of equipment/instructions that I’ve been given have mostly worked out. The frustrating part is that I’ve actually received very few recipes from my parents. They’ve essentially taught me very little beyond what’s required to “enter the kingdom of heaven,” etc. And so, I’ve found it difficult to acquire recipes toward Financial-Freedom/Wealth-Generation, etc. 


I did, however, receive a starter recipe for Financial Freedom about ten years ago that my bodybuddy/lifemate and I have been using and following for some time now, about ten years, and so far, it works. The recipe, in fact, is more of a Prelude or the foundation upon which the recipe for Financial Freedom may be built, because every person is in a different economic reality, in a different environment with vastly different life-experiences, thus, the personal financial recipe that we've created for ourselves could have only been created after our relentless pursuit to accomplish the Prelude recipe over the past decade. And honestly, it is so simple that it’s not really much of a recipe at all. It is, nevertheless, the only thing that a person needs to know, accept and then DO in order to reach even the slightest semblance of a possibility toward true Wealth.


And the Recipe for Financial Freedom is as follows:


  1. Spend less money than you make from your job. 


You know, it’s the same kind of recipe that underlies physical health: eat real food and move your body, and yet, the willing are so few. The problem with this recipe is that it is only the first step before you can even start the real steps toward Financial Freedom. If you cannot do this one simple thing—first and foremost—you will never be truly wealthy, truly free. Sure, someone can win the lottery, inherit money, etc., but that’s not wealth generation. Wealth generation, in my book, is creating a personal financial strategy that then frees you from being someone else’s Exploitee, which then frees you to create a professional financial strategy in the form of a business, i.e. entrepreneurship. For it is only through the Vehicles of Capitalism—a business—that true wealth may be generated within a system of Capitalism. Are you starting to get it?  


Back in 2010, my bodybuddy/lifemate and I started our first joint venture (he had directed/produced a feature-length film in college, and I had had many-a small businesses as a young entrepreneurially-minded child) called Twigim. It was, in its idealized glory, supposed to be a build-your-own eggroll fusion food truck/mobile media center. We had this vision to sell concessions out of the truck, while the truck itself also projected “film as art”-type productions around the city of Denver. We never realized this full iteration because the first iteration of the business taught us enough to know that we did not want to actually do this with our time.

The first (and only) iteration of Twigim was a food stall with an Asian-fusion eggroll menu (1 for $3 or 2 for $5 back in the summer of 2011) at our local farmers market, the Old South Pearl Street Farmers Market. We set up our tent every Sunday after prepping food at our local commissary kitchen all day Saturday after working full-time temp jobs Monday thru Friday. Twigim never would have made us enough money to quit our jobs, nor would it have made us rich. These were two facts based off of the sheer time it takes to run a small business like this that made us realize we did not want to build this type of Vehicle. For adults, the payout for the hours worked in a business like this is not worth the time traded to make it happen. Thus, this is the type of business that most high schoolers should create and operate. It’s easy enough, because, for a high schooler, the time spent would be worth it because they don’t need to make the kinds of profits an adult needs to make in order to fund their adult lives. 

Thus, by the time a person enters college, s/he/they ought to be able to run a business (get started here!) that now requires less time from them but brings in more cash. In this idyllic scenario, this particular high schooler may never have to work for someone, be someone’s Exploitee. Instead, this particular high schooler would enter the adult world as an employer, a boss, the next generation of millionaires. 


And so, we learned a lot from our summers working our little Twigim stand. And then we learned the hard truth as we began to rise through the entrepreneurial ranks by learning how to become real estate investors. During our real estate investing journey, we learned that we were broke-ass poor, and this was at a time when I was making about $50K/year (in 2012). We not only learned that we were poor. We also learned that because we are poor we really have only one option toward wealth generation, and that option was wrangling in our own finances, lowering our expenses, and paying off consumer debt. Honestly, the entire process required us to overhaul our entire life, and so we did. We were young and agile, so we did it. We ditched all of our worldly possessions (selling my car covered all of our consumer credit debt, but we are both still encumbered by student loan parasites), packed five suitcases, and moved to South Korea, where we taught ourselves what money is and how to manage it.


In reality, the entire process took about three years to really get the hang of before we felt truly comfortable with the new process. By 2016 we were humming along and taking the first vacation—of many to come—that was wholly financed in cash that could be spent outright, guilt-free. It was an awesome feeling, and we’ve continued to chase that feeling ever since. In 2018, we flew our first international flight in Premium Economy. 


Today (after a grueling history of trying and trying again and again), we are at a point in our personal financial strategy where we both only work part-time jobs (three nights/week) doing menial labor stocking shelves as overnight crew for a national grocery retailer, jobs that we both entered at minimum wage, jobs that have also given us incredible insight with which to write a report on livable wages in these United States, which will hopefully progress me toward my longer-term goal of one day being a presidential cabinet member, etc. In short, we tightened our expenses down so tight that we can comfortably afford our current lifestyle with income at the level of poverty and nothing more, and we live in the most expensive “luxury” (and I use quotes, because if you know, then you know) apartment building in our city (granted, the city in which we live is not exactly the hottest spot in these United States, but it was named the best city in the country not too long ago, so there’s that), so there’s that. The other four days of the week we spend running our company(s), ideas, and plans. We are finally so close to liftoff, i.e. no longer being exploited by anyone but ourselves, that I can finally taste it. And honestly, it tastes good. Delicious, really.


But the sad reality is that what we’ve discovered by living on a dual income of about $30K/year is that this is not a livable wage for a single adult. Sure, they could live in a not-expensive apartment, but they would not be able to own a car, and they would have to work six days a week. We’ve given up a car for the “luxury” of our apartment, because we do not think that individuals should “own” cars, and we work from home more than we work a job (1.2 miles away from our front door), and so, the comfort of our living situation vastly outweighs the need for private transportation. We each bought bikes in early 2020 (mine for $100 new, his for $60 used), and the mediocre, read bad, public transportation here is free due to circumstances that are related to the state's public transit relationship to this city, etc. 


Nevertheless, our rocket ship took about a decade to build. So, there’s also that if you’re over thirty and just now reading this, realizing that I speak the truth, and thusly, want to follow the recipe.    


I understand that I am speaking to a privileged group of consumers who are employed, housed, and flush with disposable income. To be making more than enough money to survive in this country (anything over $4K/month as a single adult) and to still be in debt, bouncing on zero, or living paycheck to paycheck is the fault of the spender. You are not a victim of systemic poverty, nor are you a victim of anything other than your own ignorance. This is why I degrade you and call you stupid, because to be making so much money in a country of such great wealth and to be a willing economic slave in this situation means that you’re the idiot. On the other hand, to suffer in systemic poverty does not mean that you’re an idiot, instead, it means that the country in which you’re systemically poor does not care about you as a full human with fully human needs. It’s a different tragedy of a whole other kind. And so, obviously, I am not speaking to those who are trapped within systemic poverty, because, to be trapped within a system of poverty means that the entire system needs to be overhauled, and that’s a light that will never illuminate the end of this United Statesian Capitalist Tunnel. Sorry, truly sorry.


But those of you who are simply living beyond your means, I have zero sympathy. You’ve dug your own debt grave trying to “keep up” with whoever seems to have the most. And this “seemingly rich” sorta spending is one that I will never be able to wrap my mind around. Why?, why in all of Ladybug’s good greenness would anyone, anyone, want to “seem rich” as opposed to actually BEING RICH? I will never understand this. Because to “seem rich” one must spend all of their money on things that “signal wealth” (remember, the Kardashian/Jenner Klan?), but what the truly wealthy understand is that in order to BE WEALTHY, you must HAVE MONEY, and so, if you spend all of your money, you will not have that money. Duh. (And no, I’m not speaking about the kind of debt/credit that business and companies need, i.e. capitalism,  in order to thrive, this is not about that.) When you trade your money for some stupid-ass thing, say, a TV, then that means you now have a TV, instead of money. Duh. Good luck paying your bills with that TV. But the even more heinous crime is that most of yuhs spend money you DO NOT HAVE on this shit, digging yourself into consumer debt, the worst, most god-awful kind of debt there is, because it’s the kind of debt that nobody needs. It’s a trap, a prison of your own making. 


Ugh ... the tedium.


Thus, I’ve included the recipe to the lunch that I make and consume in the video that’s accompanying this post but that’s totally unrelated to the content of this writing. 


Until next time:


고추 두부 (Gochu Tofu) a Recipe


  • tofu

  • soy sauce

  • gochujang

  • vinegar (rice, white, apple cider, etc.)

  • sugar (white or brown)

  • diced onion

  • minced garlic


In a bowl, mix ½ C soy sauce + ¼ C gochujang + ⅛ C vinegar + 2 T sugar, then add ½ C diced onion and as much or little garlic as desired; chunk about a pound of tofu into one-inch cubes; marinate in sauce overnight in fridge; next day, over medium heat, dump tofu and marinade into pan; sizzle over medium-high heat for about ten minutes, or until the sauce is sticky as opposed to liquid. Enjoy with fresh rice or whatever you find to be delicious. Probably also delicious cooled/cold on a salad.  













23 July 2022

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20 July 2022

Working It Out w/ A Haiku | Sailor's Log No. 22.07J03


An 'I Do' Haiku 
+ a rhyming conclusion

Does your mental health
need a break, but you cannot
afford to take one?

What a shame. I wonder who's to blame?

 









15 July 2022