tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85727672425073750862024-03-13T11:57:32.754-04:00KarmaticUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2755125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572767242507375086.post-29210457020350836862024-03-05T00:02:00.001-05:002024-03-05T00:02:00.132-05:00A Separation<p>I found some lost quotations from a book I've read last year:</p><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span></p><blockquote><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">People say that when you are grieving, when you have experienced a profound loss, you are impaled beneath it, hardly in a condition to express your sorrow.</span></p><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">In my case, I thought, that feeling was increasingly ill-defined, as my life with Christopher began to recede into the past, everything that I learned about him a meaningless detail from his new life, a revelation from his past one was a source of potential discomfort, causing a pang of greater or lesser pain, or even occasional indifference. This was the process by which two lives were dis-entangled, eventually the dread and discomfort would fade and be replaced by unbroken indifference, I would see him in the street by chance, and it would be like seeing an old photograph of yourself: you recognize the image but are unable to remember quite what it was to be that person.</span></p></blockquote><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572767242507375086.post-3489303836580667782024-03-03T23:17:00.003-05:002024-03-03T23:17:50.949-05:00bambimou<p> Another period when I am into bags...who knows if I'll actually end up buying any,</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqiAKQt55o8IFxIYWZSKPidKavYVBAjRsnSecLf1U7gDbeQNFsqL5v7nS_RhyphenhyphenY5fyanaq7OrnIOFW5xfMaTPo-2hJYgtf8Ys4jultbbZ2aysRvpziHGRPlZuvxSQQr-ipW4p847CL_A2C1gjZFob3LMfa9smkbMd-YAt2o2iuB9M9uU-0QSPhKzy78MA/s960/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="894" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqiAKQt55o8IFxIYWZSKPidKavYVBAjRsnSecLf1U7gDbeQNFsqL5v7nS_RhyphenhyphenY5fyanaq7OrnIOFW5xfMaTPo-2hJYgtf8Ys4jultbbZ2aysRvpziHGRPlZuvxSQQr-ipW4p847CL_A2C1gjZFob3LMfa9smkbMd-YAt2o2iuB9M9uU-0QSPhKzy78MA/s16000/Untitled.png" /></a></div><br /><p>Also just combining images in paint is so painful...especially since Acne's product shots are not a pure white background kmn. </p><p>In other news, found some nice donegal wool sweaters at <a href="https://ecologyst.com/" target="_blank">Ecologyst</a>.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572767242507375086.post-38322393784458921572024-03-01T19:57:00.000-05:002024-03-01T19:57:00.121-05:00A Little Life<p>The shortest summary I can provide this book is that it will absolutely destroy you. </p><p>My longer impression is that the cruelty suffered by a particular character and the trauma that it induces in him will destroy you; the tenderness of the good relationships that the character develops will still break your heart. I was basically ugly crying for the middle third of the book, and less ugly crying for the last third, haven't continuously cried this much since playing through Endwalker. This story has help me viscerally understand and expand my imagination on the depth of friendship and platonic love. Either of those points alone would quality this as one of my favourites. Also helps that the writing is quite beautiful at times. </p><p>My favourite quotations:</p><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span></p><blockquote><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">He'd watch that kind light suffuse the car like syrup, watch it smudge furrows from foreheads, slick gray hairs into gold, gentle the aggressive shine from cheap fabrics into something lustrous and fine. And then the sun would drift, the car rattling uncaringly away from it, and the world would return to its normal sad shapes and colors, the people to their normal sad state, a shift as cruel and abrupt as if it had been made by a sorcerer's wand.</span></p><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">The first is that it doesn't matter how old that child is, or when or how he became yours. Once you decide to think of someone as your child, something changes, and everything you have previously enjoyed about them, everything you have previously felt for them, is preceded first by that fear. It's not biological; it's something extra-biological, less a determination to ensure the survival of one's genetic code, and more a desire to prove oneself inviolable to the universe's feints and challenges, to triumph over the things that want to destroy what's yours.</span></p><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">It would have been too melodramatic, too final, to say that after this JB was forever diminished for him. But it was true that for the first time, he was able to comprehend that the people he had grown to trust might someday betray him anyway, and that as disappointing as it might be, it was inevitable as well, and that life would keep propelling him steadily forward, because for everyone who might fail him in some way, there was at least one person who never would.</span></p><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">The thing he hadn't realized about success was that success made people boring. Failure also made people boring, but in a different way: failing people were constantly striving for one thing— success. But successful people were also only striving to maintain their success. It was the difference between running and running in place, and although running was boring no matter what, at least the person running was moving, through different scenery and past different vistas. And yet here again, it seemed that Jude and Willem had something he didn't, something that was protecting them from the suffocating ennui of being successful, from the tedium of waking up and realizing that you were a success and that every day you had to keep doing whatever it was that made you a success, because once you stopped, you were no longer a success, you were becoming a failure.</span></p><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">"The axiom of the empty set is the axiom of zero. It states that there must be a concept of nothingness, that there must be the concept of zero: zero value, zero items. Math assumes there's a concept of nothingness, but is it proven? </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">No. But it must exist. </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">"And if we are being philosophical-which we today are—we can say that life itself is the axiom of the empty set. It begins in zero and ends in zero. We know that both states exist, but we will not be conscious of either experience: they are states that are necessary parts of life, even as they cannot be experienced as life. We assume the concept of nothingness, but we cannot prove it. But it must exist. So I prefer to think that Walter has not died but has instead proven for himself the axiom of the empty set, that he has proven the concept of zero. I know nothing else would have made him happier. An elegant mind wants elegant endings, and Walter had the most elegant mind. So I wish him goodbye; I wish him the answer to the axiom he so loved."</span></p><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">And yet he sometimes wondered if he could ever love anyone as much as he loved Jude. It was the fact of him, of course, but also the utter comfort of life with him, of having someone who had known him for so long and who could be relied upon to always take him as exactly who he was on that particular day. His work, his very life, was one of disguises and charades. Everything about him and his context was constantly changing: his hair, his body, where he would sleep that night. He often felt he was made of something liquid, something that was being continually poured from bright-colored bottle to bright-colored bottle, with a little being lost or left behind with each transfer. But his friendship with Jude made him feel that there was something real and immutable about who he was, that despite his life of guises, there was something elemental about him, something that Jude saw even when he could not, as if Jude's very witness of him made him real.</span></p><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">He likes both types of conversations with Willem, but he appreciates the mundane ones more than he'd imagined he would. He had always felt bound to Willem by the big things-love; trust— but he likes being bound to him by the small things as well: bills and taxes and dental checkups. […] it had seemed to him the ideal expression of an adult relationship, to have someone with whom you could discuss the mechanics of a shared existence.</span></p><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">"What does Malcolm have to worry about?" JB would ask them when Malcolm was anxious about something, but he knew: he was worried because to be alive was to worry. Life was scary; it was unknowable. Even Malcolm's money wouldn't immunize him completely. Life would happen to him, and he would have to try to answer it, just like the rest of them. They all-Malcolm with his houses, Willem with his girlfriends, JB with his paints, he with his razors-sought comfort, something that was theirs alone, something to hold off the terrifying largeness, the impossibility, of the world, of the relentlessness of its minutes, its hours, its days.</span></p><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">-a sadness, he might have called it, but it wasn't a pitying sadness; it was a larger sadness, one that seemed to encompass all the poor striving people, the billions he didn't know, all living their lives, a sadness that mingled with a wonder and awe at how hard humans everywhere tried to live, even when their days were so very difficult, even when their circumstances were so wretched. Life is so sad, he would think in those moments. It's so sad, and yet we all do it. We all cling to it; we all search for something to give us solace.
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Hundreds of different dreams where she adventures with this elf: bantering for amusement, sharing a drink in taverns, battling side by side, listening to tales by the campfires, and most of all just gazing fondly at her companion. For these dreams feel so immediate must be memories of a lived experience, her own lived experience. <br /><br />But that’s preposterous for she was a child of barely 6 summers when these dreams started. She has rarely ventured out of her own home let alone go on adventures beyond her city. And as a child with loving parents do, she confides in them each time she has these dreams, sometimes even confusing them for reality. This obviously caused great alarm for Remiel’s parents, for it happens almost every night. They soon sought help to rid Remiel of her dreams, although discreetly as they had a reputation to maintain for the sake of business. Magical items were brought, expert spellcasters were invited, clerics of many domains were petitioned, all to no avail. <br /><br />This whole process also drove a wedge between Remiel and her parents. For she didn’t want these dreams to stop, only to understand why she is having them, and most importantly, how to find this elf for she is absolutely certain that she must do so. Her parents, exasperated at both the unwillingness of their daughter and lack of results of their efforts, started retreat into their work. This left Remiel plenty of time to take things into her own hands, studying all sorts of magic and divinity that the hired spellcasters and clerics performed. It’s through this that she came across Kelemvor, Lord of the Dead, and felt an instinctive call towards his domain of death and the crucial role it will play once she finds her elf. <br /><br />Excited that she finally has a lead, albeit a completely baseless one, Remiel appealed to her parents to let her leave home to become a cleric at Kelemvor's temple in Ormpetarr. Her parents mistook this enthusiasm as Remiel finally becoming grounded in reality and wanting to follow in their footsteps of honoring death. They eagerly agreed and sent the now 13 summers Remiel off across Faerun with hopes that she returns a level-headed mortarch to take over the family business. Remiel would indeed return to Sword Coast North after a long journey across the continents, but her destination would turn out to be a small village ruin to the southeast where she would finally find whom she searches for.<br /><div><br /></div><div>...</div><br />Saving her epilogue for another time because it involves a character whose name I have yet to decide. I'm still surprised I wrote and edited all of these (one more character and others) in anxiety fueled sleeplessness. Some parts are quite cliche and obviously stolen plot points, but I'm happy with the web of stories that I've manage to weave. Maybe some other time I'll find the inspiration to write some more.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572767242507375086.post-46588664748661732042024-02-26T16:05:00.001-05:002024-02-26T16:05:00.132-05:00Urielle<p>I haven't thought about my various DnD character backstories until a few days ago since posting Sariel and Raph's last May. Here's Urielle today, whom I have a good bit of sympathy for currently due to also being sick. I did not create a good life for her.</p>...<div><br />Commoner children always envy the children of nobles, for they always have delicious food to eat and the newest toys to play with. But the children of nobles certainly don’t live enviable lives. Most of them, with rare exceptions, live as pawns in an intergenerational chess game of power and wealth. Ones value is directly associated with how much benefit one can bring to their family. For those with talent, the benefits can be earned. For most of the children, however, it’s through their marriage prospects. Urielle is not talented, or at least no one knew since she’s been sickly from birth, so her marriage has been set as the singular most important event in her life.<br /><br />Urielle silently suffered through her childhood in Neverwinter, until her parents saw fit to send her away to Conyberry as the pastoral setting was said to help with chronic illness. Indeed her health did improve after almost a year of residency there, after which she was swiftly retrieved back to meet with prospective marriage candidates. They never even suspected that the real reason why Urielle’s health improved was that she met and fell in love with a local boy.<br /><br />After finally finished with the weeks and weeks of meetings which Urielle obediently attended, she begged to go back to the village. Her parents granted her silly wish since they were busy with selecting the most suitable husband and wanted her out of the way. But since Urielle has never made a request before, much less a passionate plea, her parents were rightly suspicious and warned the servants to watch her closely. After all they had to maintain the value of their investment. <br /><br />Urielle’s parents quickly selected a candidate and began negotiations with the opposing family. In the midst, they receive an alarming message from the servants. Apparently the fiance made a surprise visit to their daughter (“ha his passion surely gives us an advantage” commented Urielle’s father with a smirk), but there was also a village boy whom the daughter was fraternizing with (the mother promptly threw her teacup at the servant relying the message when she heard this). Turns out a servant caught the boy knocking on the daughters bedroom window, and coaxed the full story of their relationship from the panicking girl afterwards. Urielle’s parents sent back a simple reply after cooling down their initial rage, it said: “you will marry the husband of our choosing and the boy will be unharmed. Cut off contact with him immediately.”<br /><br />And Urielle’s wedding came and went without any other interruptions or problems. Urielle being consistently nauseous with the guilt of abandoning her love did not count as a problem of course. The benefit of being a sickly child is that you learn how to hide your discomfort. Her health did rapidly deteriorate after the wedding, leaving her once again bed ridden in a different lavishly decorated mansion. Her illness also obviously prevented her from birthing a heir, and soon her husband stopped even giving excuses for his absence. That left her plenty of time to read and be consumed by her guilt. She often fantasized that he was happily married to a girl from the same village and they were living an idyllic life full of love.<br /><br />This fantasy sustained her through dark times, until a day when she overheard the servants talking. She was waking from her nap as the servants who has been with her in the village walked in. They didn’t notice that she was already awake, and continued their conversation in hushed tones. Apparently one of the servants saw the boy a few times in squalor around the slums quarters, his lavender eyes being such a striking feature that the servant was certain it was the same boy despite only seeing his face once. <br /><br />Urielle is pretty sure something shattered within her on the day she heard he was also subsiding in Neverwinter. Or maybe the cracks were there from the very beginning. Whatever it is, she can’t bear to be trapped where she is anymore. Or trapped at all, for her life was never her own. The brief respite in Conyberry with Raphael was a dream turned nightmare. Although what could she do? She’s been a fragile little flower sheltered in a greenhouse all her life. <br /><br />But being in the pits has the distinct advantage of feeling like she has nothing to lose. So whenever Urielle wasn’t consumed by her anxiety and fear, she had her servants bring large number of tomes to read. Of any and all subjects. She slowly learned of the world outside her greenhouse and discovered an affinity for the arcane. Turns out that she was actually one of those talented children. <br /><br />Then Urielle plotted. She had longer and longer periods of focus, but maintained a facade of sickness. It turns out deciphering the arcane is an effective coping mechanism. She requested more difficult arcane texts, but also of other subjects to misdirect. She read and researched with a fever, but she didn’t know if it was more motivated by reaching for a better future or simply trying to run away from her past.<br /><br />And one day she was just gone from her bedroom. There was a brief uproar, followed by a lacklustre search effort, but getting away was much easier than Urielle thought. But just how little her own family and husband cares about her once she’s deemed used up or useless still comes as a bitter surprise to her. Urielle sets out to run away as far as possible.</div><div><br /></div><div>...</div><div><br /></div>One by one Urielle’s senses slowly return to her. The cooling sensation of mud on her skin, the eery quite, the faint scent of smoke, the taste of blood inside her mouth, and the brilliant night sky that stretches as far as her eyes can see. She tries to move her limbs and twist her body, but could not summon any strength to do so. Ah, she realizes, it’s finally her turn at death’s door. <br /><br />It’s a door that she is quite familiar with, having blamed herself countless times for leading her party members to it. On better days she lets herself be convinced that it’s not her fault. On the best of days she even believes that abandoning Raphael wasn’t her fault. She was a naive girl that didn’t have the power to protect him (or herself) in any better way. <br /><br />Urielle is no longer that girl. She became a powerful wizard that travelled the planes, meeting and parting with so many people. Some of them fleeting and inconsequential, a few (maybe one in particular) that made her feel cared for and at home. <br /><br />But neither the nightmares or respites matter now. Or maybe the totality of their meaning is in this brief moment before death takes her. Does it really matter whether she was a victim or perpetrator, whether her life was a tragedy or comedy? It’s all just absurdity. What purpose does this final desperate search for meaning serve? Urielle manages a faint smile as her thoughts fade away and the her eyes close under the endless expanse of the sky.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572767242507375086.post-8510415233042678852024-02-24T15:42:00.004-05:002024-02-24T15:42:38.307-05:00fairy<p>I forget when I started gposing but it took then until now for me to finally start playing around with other presets. I'll get to Anamnesis eventually.</p><p>Trying out Fairy Gentle Goth in my garden compared to my usual Project Crystal - gameplay.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9UPyXU81hRANIEz7k_BfSFpNIz6KmTaaMzc8EAqzt6yLhZr-E8vttu4fdX0iUbDQFgQdiKniNS4Uk03h4izx0ToxYIUZdJWnV6UzqR9euZ-_WC2Hp3PsOTvF4l1rCnajZ-K0QHaVIAxfblX8mamIFvT2t43g7Zdc7hJGih3G9lVtpY17ICNDGmFBGqA/s2560/ffxiv_dx11%20Fairy%20Gentle%20Goth%202024-02-24%2015-31-22.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="2560" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9UPyXU81hRANIEz7k_BfSFpNIz6KmTaaMzc8EAqzt6yLhZr-E8vttu4fdX0iUbDQFgQdiKniNS4Uk03h4izx0ToxYIUZdJWnV6UzqR9euZ-_WC2Hp3PsOTvF4l1rCnajZ-K0QHaVIAxfblX8mamIFvT2t43g7Zdc7hJGih3G9lVtpY17ICNDGmFBGqA/w640-h360/ffxiv_dx11%20Fairy%20Gentle%20Goth%202024-02-24%2015-31-22.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqOLC1kfzzwdcbjjOYA5T7wdxs0yrUAdV8O54beNl4k4YQMc0VOAwwkpfPfFQNfBi1F3SKUYzXBj05vKgPMfZJXGWK8ADq6J-pvEsavpKZSx4cgMH6QHOk_cU1Y8DZwn4rd6FLWRPufKjqU-FJvOgSEKrEktXdiyjYjGKuDLcvMifFVOcorKq7axocIA/s2560/ffxiv_dx11%20PROJECT%20CRYSTAL%20Gameplay%202024-02-24%2015-34-59.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="2560" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqOLC1kfzzwdcbjjOYA5T7wdxs0yrUAdV8O54beNl4k4YQMc0VOAwwkpfPfFQNfBi1F3SKUYzXBj05vKgPMfZJXGWK8ADq6J-pvEsavpKZSx4cgMH6QHOk_cU1Y8DZwn4rd6FLWRPufKjqU-FJvOgSEKrEktXdiyjYjGKuDLcvMifFVOcorKq7axocIA/w640-h360/ffxiv_dx11%20PROJECT%20CRYSTAL%20Gameplay%202024-02-24%2015-34-59.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572767242507375086.post-49411044262922453842024-02-22T22:08:00.002-05:002024-02-22T22:08:45.118-05:00buzz<p> Insights from being sick for 2 weeks:</p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>I swear being very angry over the compensation presentation was the primary reason why I got worse mid-last week.</li><li>Real interesting that my symptoms began to alleviate as soon as the stress of having to get better for my work trip ended. I was not well enough to go and it took Kimani hearing how awful I sounded to overturn my decision to go. Did I know I was foolish to press on, yes because I mostly wanted the loyalty points but also it feels bad letting coworkers down. </li><li>Caffeine is the most miracle of drugs. I went from drifting off on the sofa at 7pm and going to sleep at 8 or 9pm (after waking up at 11am) to being nicely awake typing this at 10pm. </li></ul><div>Meanwhile I finished reading Babel (rough read) and started reading Guts (bowel movement is actually quite fascinating).</div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572767242507375086.post-76442443750537337362024-02-06T21:43:00.003-05:002024-02-06T21:43:24.778-05:00crystal tower - 3<p><a href="https://yah-rly.blogspot.com/2023/05/crystal-tower-2.html">Previous progress.</a></p><p>It has been a while since I updated, mostly because I made no progress (did finish the main dome a while ago). I just decided to embroider during a webinar instead of multitasking on work today. Also discovered that waiting for PF to fill is also excellent time to embroider. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOUphOTGPjcc2T_bYNFsSI9nlkCvHlDr-fJORaBM4eVVkuiDviEbUvF0IGuPjtcBx9WGI-p3XPKOnsrZ8xCpVV2OJ6TAgeFvdiqPg9NYARM5denpOKyfXunD7VT1HHulpJsZn8dIQdNnkvXseIMbl1Mmss20qy46KWFsucq0dtaTE1dJTJhgDuTUvXIw/s1280/IMG_8527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOUphOTGPjcc2T_bYNFsSI9nlkCvHlDr-fJORaBM4eVVkuiDviEbUvF0IGuPjtcBx9WGI-p3XPKOnsrZ8xCpVV2OJ6TAgeFvdiqPg9NYARM5denpOKyfXunD7VT1HHulpJsZn8dIQdNnkvXseIMbl1Mmss20qy46KWFsucq0dtaTE1dJTJhgDuTUvXIw/s16000/IMG_8527.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Still have to redo the walkway...and the french knot hell for all the trees welp.</p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572767242507375086.post-49440163702282248722024-01-28T17:23:00.002-05:002024-01-28T17:23:23.059-05:00shine<p>Some cooking from a while ago. Rashik made starlight dodo (roast duck) from the FFXIV cookbook and the leftovers went to great use as duck fat, duck fat roux, thicccc duck stock that went great with thin noodles, and the fanciest indomie.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhehHsYNCDVzZK0HINIIcjUalJKUvrfBKtKwvpiLEU4Mxytv6qv1NcGBZUPnRmQqLGUx5UrA5GZORDXqnSPQOWmVCycov6dJv3wkq6cLRfwnsZGG1fPzOiexJJxq3jUrZJxm4FxJFH6Euz56bd6ofWlqTfJ80m714QNwtkdOGVEq692oJEAf0cdRQYmVQ/s960/IMG_8450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhehHsYNCDVzZK0HINIIcjUalJKUvrfBKtKwvpiLEU4Mxytv6qv1NcGBZUPnRmQqLGUx5UrA5GZORDXqnSPQOWmVCycov6dJv3wkq6cLRfwnsZGG1fPzOiexJJxq3jUrZJxm4FxJFH6Euz56bd6ofWlqTfJ80m714QNwtkdOGVEq692oJEAf0cdRQYmVQ/s16000/IMG_8450.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpRMR0P8M3S9dEyJAkTGchzmeKMEfWlOcw5h3U_H8G3CTC5CtPBQS2IRJhIbqaMyHD4YHGdSSAX80d89-nHgnUrwqIuMEKUiSlSpXjGQ3R0TPMFsr7jzWY7tkD0a-LVri0pFDFNK9rmk-J8-fZe27zQSTYMDYBb6aNag84SInjIvzzSenBsDaFlqrzbA/s16000/IMG_8460.jpg" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Also zhajiangmian:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirAK4UoVckKP1k242inKtTl9lp_vrw0ymazco5SxR-77MY8SWFMhk3MdHJSyyn8U4STFsb_OXEYI6lxCvPpTi7Q7_PSyb49rolC3SoiiFb783YukvBHGwaqjV7V2PvU1IX1_oJ6c8cp9-N25g3zwOUGYiIGLYHQR2qHFokLoZrHtCbF6JndD3xbxK2WQ/s960/IMG_8463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirAK4UoVckKP1k242inKtTl9lp_vrw0ymazco5SxR-77MY8SWFMhk3MdHJSyyn8U4STFsb_OXEYI6lxCvPpTi7Q7_PSyb49rolC3SoiiFb783YukvBHGwaqjV7V2PvU1IX1_oJ6c8cp9-N25g3zwOUGYiIGLYHQR2qHFokLoZrHtCbF6JndD3xbxK2WQ/s16000/IMG_8463.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572767242507375086.post-74123452870004064892024-01-23T23:18:00.004-05:002024-01-23T23:18:18.743-05:00rokkon<p>I've been mostly working and playing FFXIV, seems like I've recovered by motivation to play following the JP fanfest. </p><p>Finished the second variant dungeon and Eureka Orthos (much thanks to the 2 PF folks for carrying) recently:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglyXP-ImujzRaf_SnXrr9UjkPifvkQzwsWg1NaL0JSDwYc1Alk7Uhqc3sqXjQKCmN_K-Zpk63aWomjDYJIq_JyRlxWbAZ4SATLCff8ZDbueYzmdTjL3ccFV_d461Zgpbkc_vhQCxeHgXPGbJAZK218qasg5UB9dmxbwR39g5LcrQCG8UAX3ToHTXha7Q/s16000/IMG_8454.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p>Thanks to the amazing <a href="https://www.trangmn.com/commission/past-commissions">Tang</a> again <3</p><p>...</p><p>I'm very excited for all the art commissions I can get once 7.0 is out, maybe I'll eventually do a series of the 72 (okay maybe just 12?) seasons of Eorzea</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572767242507375086.post-52773504342208056682024-01-06T17:33:00.000-05:002024-01-06T17:33:00.136-05:00refulgence<p>A shiva inspired drk glam I forgot to post, mostly unmodded!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDn7pAXga4Ip6C057bUJrlLwCJ7SH9-h6NpTRBt-dVBdE809HrQo_cbL48RjpktBAORPWT0OBLN0d86WnWhZftkwnSCadJT4PEi1IZwSm8sZplPehwFtcOmgBdwmVrl8o2EqtsZYXHxjbabUtHsDh1SF5VJ-xWUCy6bzyZnTFe5vlIrFRJ_nuPPtgbMg/s960/PROJECT%20CRYSTAL%202023-11-21%2023-14-58.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I vividly remember reading that book on a beach vacation somewhere. The relevant point from that book to today’s post is that leaving a legacy is a common way to achieve immortality.</span></p><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">The second relevant introduction to today’s post is that I happen to have read <i>The Remains of the Day</i> (after not reading for the latter half of the year) and watch <i>The Boy and the Heron</i> in this last week of the year. </span></p><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">I found the movie very dense, and more grotesque/dark compared to all the other Miyazaki Ghibli movies. The music is great as usual though. Since I didn’t know how to understand the movie, I watched some YouTube analyses. One was saying that Mahito rejecting ownership of the tower is young Miyazaki rejecting the career of the old/current Miyazaki. I didn’t interpret it that way, and after some shower thinking, came to the conclusion that it’s acceptance that even though there is no successor to one’s legacy, hence no continuity to establish immortality, one can be satisfied and proud of one’s career/body of work. </span></p><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">This is a similar message to what I took from <i>The Remains of the Day</i>, a book I really didn’t enjoy the detached and nonchalant narrative style but recognize it’s a well written book, that at the end of one’s career and an age where one’s capabilities begin to decline and become much more real limits, it’s ok to simultaneously be proud of one’s accomplishments as the journey to reach this point and let go of the accompanying expectations (mostly self-imposed) and relax/enjoy the time that remains. That’s got to be the longest run-on sentence that I’ve written, hopefully you can follow. </span></p><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Momentarily back to the movie:
</span></p><ol><li><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"style":102,"writingDirection":1,"startingListItemNumber":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">The grieving part surprisingly didn’t leave much of an impression on me, maybe I hit my quota on processing loss this year haha.
</span></p></li><li><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"style":102,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">I feel that Ghibli movies usually have a clear simple message, and “Acceptance” is the word I’d choose to summarize The Boy and the Heron. </span></p></li></ol><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">And now back to the book: I had a good amount of ~thoughts and emotions~ after visiting family in China, and reading this book has surprisingly helped with some additional processing of that. In particular why I dislike, or surprisingly more accurately: don’t vibe with, the narrative style, and some anxiety regarding both my parents becoming no longer independent in their eventual old age (and my responsibilities arising from that), then even farther in the future of my own aging (and not wanting to burden someone else to take care of me). </span></p><p><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Actually not even when I’m truly old, somehow I’m feeling the “getting old” real viscerally this year. Okay 2 very good things happened: I no longer get regular headaches and I fall asleep much quicker. But damn I don’t appreciate new stomach problems and a super shitty energy level. Like I want to do nothing but sleep for two whole days after hanging out in larger groups. The last one might be lagging recovery from poor mental health. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">So what transpired in 2023?
</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><ul><li><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Survived long enough to take a 2 month leave of absence from work, in which a good half the time was spent horizontal on my couch.
</span></li><li><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">But met a new group of friends in the other half of the time, including my current partner.
</span></li><li><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Trudged through work for most of the year but feeling cautiously hopeful about my new manager.
</span></li><li><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Finally went back to China to visit my family, which was both rewarding and stressful af.
</span></li><li><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Dined at multiple restaurants on my Toronto wish list, starting with Alo. Richmond Station is always great. Dailo is also great, would like to take my parents there. Would go back to Quetzal for a la carte.
</span></li><li><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Got my license, finally.</span></li><li><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Moved, hopefully the last time in a long time. Also got adopted by a cat, now wear sweatpants often, and am developing a taste in coffee.
</span></li><li><span data-tt="{"paragraphStyle":{"alignment":4,"writingDirection":1}}" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Probably more good days than bad days.
</span></li></ul><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572767242507375086.post-60126497392198082292023-12-30T17:13:00.001-05:002023-12-30T17:13:00.254-05:00breadcrumbs<p>Actually I've kept up cooking too, haven't been posting much photos here since they end up on FFXIV Ontario, but here is the first mac and cheese I've ever made:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2I9tEOv64aINhfhaVcCRp31KS5SthLwfEJbW3AOgFI_t944Pbu1wQr7r4k81YocdL_-Vp2UONHZZ-4cwxFHABB0nzVwvsArbna3_OMcI9Waq_6Kvc3uoqlLsHtGkNo37cT3uLj9oJAe9p0rbJTrfNMAL01D3EIbb1-68Wi5DUplG3joKHLjt7DhjAwA/s1280/IMG_8391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2I9tEOv64aINhfhaVcCRp31KS5SthLwfEJbW3AOgFI_t944Pbu1wQr7r4k81YocdL_-Vp2UONHZZ-4cwxFHABB0nzVwvsArbna3_OMcI9Waq_6Kvc3uoqlLsHtGkNo37cT3uLj9oJAe9p0rbJTrfNMAL01D3EIbb1-68Wi5DUplG3joKHLjt7DhjAwA/s16000/IMG_8391.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572767242507375086.post-60087038859707721202023-12-29T17:11:00.001-05:002023-12-29T17:11:00.130-05:00age<p>Reading webtoons is the few things I kept up:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSW_HNnKSQL6r9lgUrJRZC-HINQuY_28b1kcGsmGGwr3VhtEDrbWo_7J94znWJcxen3VV63t3NbL0npcRw7pVv_4YPleRrmLDNIMMnz-fHJbOUIvyxUQfCEfhoMo0-dTdG1I1pRSVJo-4UIB9TkGGqm1p0qQu2i4UwpvGY7vnbjqWHyyE3BC-9v4adtw/s1688/IMG_8424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1688" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSW_HNnKSQL6r9lgUrJRZC-HINQuY_28b1kcGsmGGwr3VhtEDrbWo_7J94znWJcxen3VV63t3NbL0npcRw7pVv_4YPleRrmLDNIMMnz-fHJbOUIvyxUQfCEfhoMo0-dTdG1I1pRSVJo-4UIB9TkGGqm1p0qQu2i4UwpvGY7vnbjqWHyyE3BC-9v4adtw/s16000/IMG_8424.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572767242507375086.post-45625534248257672702023-12-28T16:55:00.002-05:002023-12-28T17:35:25.447-05:002023 clothes<p><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">This blog has been on life support for a while with FFXIV screenshots, but I am feeling motivated to do some of my usual end of year reflection and updates. </span></p><p><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Starting with clothes today.</span></p><p><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">It's been a very long time (since 2020??) since I updated my inventory spreadsheet. Took a while to enter in all the data welp.</span></p><p><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">At a very high level, I'm even farther at a point where my wardrobe is comfy and additions are mostly pieces I like the design of rather than trying to fill a functional need. I also took the opportunity of moving to do a very small clean-out and finally sell some pieces on the second-hand market. Facebook marketplace is not a fun experience, but I'm irrationally adverse to shipping stuff out (its really not as big of a hassle as I think it is). </span></p><p><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Notable departures:</span></p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Office clothing: because I don't go into the office enough to warrant keeping them. Most of them were</span> bought for PEY, so they are showing their age in either style or durability.</li><li><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Thin cardigans (3): very highschool-y, overall I've not been wearing cardigans much except for the new Patagonia recycled cashmere one I got towards the end of last year.</span></li><li><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Pleated skirts (3) : I very much feel too old to wear pleated skirts rip, luckily they're getting a new life with my little cousin. </span></li><li><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Babaton cocoon coat: it's been a good 11 years with this coat but I don't see myself reaching for it over my 101801 in any occasion. Went to a loving new home, the nicest buyer I've encountered on FB marketplace. Now to do the same with my JCrew stadium coat.</span></li><li><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Adidas stan smiths: RIP, hit a good 70cents per wear over 6 years.</span></li></ul><div><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Remaining wardrobe overall stats:</span></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">108 pieces being tracked </span></li><li><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">24 items below $1 per wear</span></li><li><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">57 items over 5 years old</span></li></ul><div><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">I half-heartedly wanted to not purchase any new clothing this year, but in fact did buy 13 new items:</span></div></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">A blue knit crop tank in Montreal: $35 ish?</span></li><li><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Several items on Taobao, 2 mockneck layering pieces and a qi-pao collared satin top: $70 ish?</span></li><li><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Uniqlo and Mame Kuroguchi collab heart neckline top and 3d mockneck knit: $75</span></li><li><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">MM6 bias cut skirt, a very impulse buy in China: $500 ish</span></li><li><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Nanushka faux leather pants, because windproof: $280</span></li><li><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Vickyyoung cream pants, technically bought ages ago on Taobao but only got it now: $25 ish</span></li><li><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">MaxMara coat, my HG: $3578</span></li><li><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Zara shearing jacket, probably the only leather jacket that suits me: $90</span></li><li><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">RM Williams wholecut chealsea, an impulse buy to match Rashik's but am wearing quite frequently: $700</span></li><li><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">NB754 to replace my stan smiths: $91</span></li></ul><div><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">I'm going to again half-heartedly commit to not buying clothes for 2024, because I would really like to pay off a bigger chunk of the mortgage when it renews in 2 years. </span></div></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572767242507375086.post-47394563504477855292023-12-19T21:23:00.000-05:002023-12-19T21:23:01.151-05:00lodestar<p>I started the gatherer relics to motivate myself to play more, and did manage to finish my first one! Fsh isn't soooo bad, maybe 1-2hr per stage depending on your luck. I'm pleasantly surprised by the relic questline tho, it's so heartwarming. Definitely needed that. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBiPjdJ_UiHLspTu0XTYB0I_C3r7TMZDQgr3SH9C3z1vWEKZQqL1bO9pfxA5a-xmR7TlNtymMRFflur0Mm35aHtiibkxXDmQZhmmATJ41nxhI_jHENGMWWgjwtVDYF3DYsrzzqdx9Kv_jPpP6WF7CRMg6KObhPKk1W0G_bU1qMNVDBlrGPz3ljvxmKDA/s960/PROJECT%20CRYSTAL%20Gameplay%202023-12-19%2021-17-04.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBiPjdJ_UiHLspTu0XTYB0I_C3r7TMZDQgr3SH9C3z1vWEKZQqL1bO9pfxA5a-xmR7TlNtymMRFflur0Mm35aHtiibkxXDmQZhmmATJ41nxhI_jHENGMWWgjwtVDYF3DYsrzzqdx9Kv_jPpP6WF7CRMg6KObhPKk1W0G_bU1qMNVDBlrGPz3ljvxmKDA/s16000/PROJECT%20CRYSTAL%20Gameplay%202023-12-19%2021-17-04.png" /></a></div><p>Would definitely like a commission with Lakeland landscape, it remains my favourite location in game visually. </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572767242507375086.post-54852134321062757202023-12-07T14:25:00.005-05:002023-12-07T14:25:35.783-05:00grape<p>Slowly getting back in the swing of playing XIV. Otherwise irl has been busy.</p><p>Took a few days but we finished the Sil'dhin Subterrane:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPmoq8cDY9AGU31uvi8lHKcp7ZInlhciA_Ga1sfX8C28iG85uHES3iRKhIhysPTjTrQlPXLfKJaBPboIx66qnUc1jtwX9iUCIszECuSv8xi40zzqHenbXOnfXxGzOda3KVrhx8Wk7OXuJv1IC-SrF4f4z1NJZssOpsiWAJeCu2yx4MxieLqpWpQUd8Cw/s960/PROJECT%20CRYSTAL%20Gameplay%202023-11-20%2020-54-30.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPmoq8cDY9AGU31uvi8lHKcp7ZInlhciA_Ga1sfX8C28iG85uHES3iRKhIhysPTjTrQlPXLfKJaBPboIx66qnUc1jtwX9iUCIszECuSv8xi40zzqHenbXOnfXxGzOda3KVrhx8Wk7OXuJv1IC-SrF4f4z1NJZssOpsiWAJeCu2yx4MxieLqpWpQUd8Cw/s16000/PROJECT%20CRYSTAL%20Gameplay%202023-11-20%2020-54-30.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhSDThf-6dYjUlR9awtgmDVKXq0zp-YgRwUNoFIVER0CoDdFCFxRdta9wwBGiWqP0b9XXeRKWHp-DoWEdkXe4buWzJ7iWxARh4DyCnzqLTNztBr6F6o1UIP0i11D5pojktgJJfCTa2Ps4JlY5uHTZONrGd5iy5uy7hONjQ_JznKArq9YKFptyCSUWUg/s960/PROJECT%20CRYSTAL%20Gameplay%202023-11-20%2022-44-07.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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