Holy I didn't realize how poor my concentration is during the evenings until I watched this and could not compute the results at all. No wonder I felt I've been glossing over the latest books that I've read.
3Blue1Brown is such a gem of a channel
Holy I didn't realize how poor my concentration is during the evenings until I watched this and could not compute the results at all. No wonder I felt I've been glossing over the latest books that I've read.
3Blue1Brown is such a gem of a channel
r0 / plan from beginning of year / covid sale check-in
Since I already set the theme for 2021, this will be a short check-in of everything I purchased in 2020 and comparison of the results against my plan from the start of the year. I have no wear count to update because switching phones made my lose the little data I had from barely getting dressed during covid.
December is nearing its end and I really haven't posted at all.
2020 is nearing its end, and it feels like not much has happened but actually a lot has happened?
I didn't feel like posting about the last couple of books I finished (From the Ashes, Hand to Mouth, How Proust Can Change Your Life), although it was not because they weren't impactful. It's because there weren't singular items that stood out, and I haven't given enough thought to form overall impressions (not that I explicitly undergo this exercise for other books either).
But here is a long quotation from Children of the Land that stood out. For context, the book is a memoire about the authors' experience being an undocumented immigrant.
Going to La Loma was the only way I would unravel and return to the world of the living. It happened when I was young. I wandered in the woods of the Sierra Nevada in the warmth of the summer, when the small mountain flowers and mule's ear sprouts were lush, I tried to open. I yellow and yellowed and sang and chanted, but even the warm breeze felt like knives to an exposed nerve. And a few years later, I came close to that disentanglement again, but again there was nothing for me to hold on to, nothing of substance to replay the centre, so I buckled up and tried to drive my car into the river. I didn't want to come back. And once this feeling of emptiness at my core started, it wouldn't go away. It was too late and it felt like I was becoming smaller day by day, unthreading, I could feel how much of myself I left behind everywhere I went. I was almost reeling in it because I felt it as a kind of ecstasy - parts of myself scattered over an entire landscape. A little of me here, a little of there. My anxiety no longer mattered, my sadness, my invisibility, and my hopelessness felt foreign to me, which is to say, they were inconsequential. I withdrew and let the world move my body without me, I tumbled like dried grass. I didn't have anything like La Loma, with its thick walls built by my ancestors, to bring me back to reality. No semblance of permanence.
I felt most of the writing, and the quotation above especially, has a poetic quality to it. The author is a poet, so that's some basis for my vague feeling as it'd be hard for me to describe what exactly is poetry (and not that I read any).
If I were to make some generalizations about all of the quotations that I've noted down in my blog, the commonality in style would be this vague poetic quality and the commonality in theme would be...lacking in substance?
A representative sample of my meals at home lately:
(the iPhone 12's photography capability really is a vast improvement over my 6s)
I've now beat the storyline final boss, whoo! Was too easy with the ghost mage build, this combo is beyond broken. Now to cruise through the 3 post-game dungeons and optional boss.
I previously complained about not feeling engaged with the story, and I'm happy to say that all the reconciliation of Chapter 5 did give me lots of feels. Perhaps because the theme is quite pertinent to the current times. Chapter 6 was when my Edea x Ringabel ship set sail!! Only to crash and mildly recover, like c'mon why do they not get an explicitly romantic ending mgrgrrr! At least Edea's growth in the story was satisfying. The other theme of having the courage to try again (aka the title) and to default on other's expectations is also welcoming. Of course it's great to finally wrap up the backstory of the first game, gamely how the great plague came to be. In a way this sequel has elements of a prequel to it as well. It's also commendable how many times they breached the 4th wall. Overall I don't get why the development team felt that they didn't do the series justice with this game.
But the true purpose of every game review post is to display cute drawings of my fav ship:
I finally, and I say once more for good measure, finally started to play Bravely Second. Only like...5 years after I bought the game, which isn't even my worse record.
I'm about ⅔ way through (50ish hours) and man this is a game that rewards grinding / engine building. But at least it's made more improvements to make grinding even more effortless. The new jobs are not bad though. However I can't get into the story / characters as much as the first game, maybe because my Edea x Alternis ship is even less part of the story this time :(
I suppose this isn't as inspiring as I hoped, but nonetheless a good glimpse into someone's experience with depression.
Just one quotation (really the last sentence, but it doesn't make much impact without the preamble) to share, although I swear I jotted down another one but can't find it anywhere:
I really liked this book too, but that's perhaps moreso due to my bias towards this kind of plot. I'm tempted to say this is the fiction book that I've enjoyed the most this year, but Fraction of a Whole is also pretty good.
Machi machi's black milk tea with pudding is the closest to Easy Go's hokkaido milk tea with milk pudding. There is a successor! 😭😭😭
But woah is it much more expensive. Bubble tea prices seem to accurately reflect the increase in cost of living over the years.It's been a while since I've read a long book. Actually no, I was progressing through Don Quixote two months ago but it's honestly quite painful to read so I've put it on indefinite hold (in the company of Anna Karenina, which is a victim of poor timing).
But I finished A Fraction of the Whole and liked it and it was a pretty painless read for how long it is. No quotations to share, but the following praise is ample: some chapters reminded me of Dostoyevsky, some chapters reminded me of Vonneget, and a chapter even reminded me of Murakami.
I'd like to say that I'm too busy moving to post, but honestly I just haven't felt like it. But here's a song:
It's such a first world problem to have trouble selecting an item for purchase in the near future. With lots of sales coming the next couple of month, I have an exceedingly short list of things clothing/accessory to buy (thankfully I'm not in the mood for more household items, tea, or photography gear). Perhaps it's a good thing that the list is short, but it sure isn't because I'm not tempted to buy, or have become any less of a materialist, or even for the lack of browsing. It's really that almost nothing fits my broad criteria of:
After not playing any (non-mobile) games for...actual years (??), I recently finished Children of Morta with Jeff as well as the demo for Bravely Second.
Oh no I lied, I played For The King as recently as last year. So after not playing games for months, I feel that this winter will be the season where I progress through my backlog! Will be taking my vita along, and then connecting my ps3 to my parent's recently purchased tv to finish off those 2 Tales games.
I'm motivated to tackle my backlog because there's a few new jrpgs that are coming out on Switch, and I really can't justify buying a new device if I have so much games left unplayed (discounting Steam, ha...)
It's been a while since I posted a fragrance impression. Covid has effectively stopped me from acquiring more samples from stores, as well as wearing perfume on most days. But I finally picked up a sample of Diptyque's Tempo after having to make a trip to the mall to return some online order.
I've been anticipating this fragrance since I acquired Eau Capitale, because someone said Eau Capitale smells like rose notes plus Tempo, and it's not the rose part that I absolutely love. You might have figured by my lengthly introduction that unfortunately Tempo didn't live up to my expectations. Sadly, not at all.
Why is the patchouli not as strong here?? Why??????
The overall performance is lacking too, the scent effectively disappears on me after about 2 hours. It's pleasant while it lasts, it's aromatic and perhaps a touch woody. Just not the patchouli bliss that the dry down of Eau Capitale led me to believe.
:(
This is a short but indeed insightful read on gender. The part that stood out to most to me is the following passage that I've trimmed down:
The title essentially says it all, but the slightly more expanded version is below:
The book stays pretty practical on the topic of suffering, ie. being light on the religious ideology. Actually the entire second half of the book is how to put mindfulness in practice, which I very much appreciate but am not super motivated to adopt. One idea I wasn't clear on is the distinction between joy and happiness, it was quickly explained as:
A mindfulness practitioner is able to generate joy or happiness. It is not hard. There’s a little difference between joy and happiness. Joy still has some of the element of excitement or anticipation in it. In happiness, there is ease and freedom.
There was a thread a while back on FFA about a user planning their aesthetic goals for the next year in September as their own September issue. I think it's a great idea and takes some pressure off January as the general goal setting time (not that I've kept that up).
I think for the couple of years in undergrad, my focus was to build a solid foundation of clothes, which I more or less achieved. The recent few years have been shifted towards picking out pieces with more design elements that I both like and flatter me (and sadly looking at the pieces that I like but aren't flattering cause I still wanna look good 😭). This process definitely still isn't complete, and the goldilock direction I want to focus on the upcoming 12 months are:
I'm surprised that I liked the flowery language of this book as I usually get very bogged down in those. It does match the main character's passionate tendencies and is well written / translated that it read very smoothly. In contrast, Dickens (okay not the greatest comparison but bear with me) was super laborious to read. Also surprising is that I don't feel very empathetic or sympathetic to Werther.
I'm no longer hung up over a forest green coat because I realized I must rather wear the color in a bag:
It's doubtful that I would purchase any of these, but imaging a shelf with these lined up is very satisfying.
I finally don't want a forest green coat anymore. More on that in the next post. But what better time to lust after coats than the passing of the autumn equinox?
The reigning champion of my coat obsession has been Simon's Cifonelli coat ever since I saw them in his hat review. I'm pretty sure Cifonelli doesn't offer bespoke for women, and that I probably can't afford it for many years to come even if they do. But there's now at least two bespoke makers for women in London so I can fulfill my dream eventually. The other two images are RTW options, but honestly I wouldn't settle for either even if they are currently being sold.
The next, also old, obsession is the pairing of grey and pink. I haven't come across a perfect pink coat yet, but I'm less exacting on the requirements for this so I should be able to find a RTW version. So far it needs to have peak collars and have a fairly slim but straight cut in the body, ideally knee length.
I've been considering my sweaters for a long time now, probably since this time last year. It's at the awkward stage where I have more than enough items to wear, and I do like the items. Yet I've also found items that I like more, are better quality, and are chosen collectively to form a more cohesive wardrobe. But it's hard to justify getting rid of some of my current perfectly fine sweaters, since it's wasteful. Perhaps I'll finally do the deed this winter, or maybe next winter.
Likely incoming pieces:
This is my favourite de Botton book, probably because I am the most familiar with the subject haha.
My favourite quotation is below:
Some others:
He will continue to trust in the possibility of rapid, wholehearted understanding and empathy between two human beings and in the chance of a definitive end of loneliness.
That it is ‘unnecessary’ in the practical sense to marry only serves to render the ideal more compelling emotionally
But fantasies are often the best thing we can make of our multiple and contradictory wishes; they allow us to inhibit one reality with destroying the other.
Melancholy [...] is a species of intellectual grief which arises when we come face to face with the certainty that disappointment is written into the script from the start.
A belated birthday cake for Jeff and I:
It's the peach cake from Daango, which is definitely my favourite cake shop in Toronto. Very tasty Asian flavours, and super cute too. We also got a bonus slice of durian cake:
A couple of photos from time at mom's house that escaped:
Another Alain de Botton book, they hit a good balance of friendly, self-help tone and bigger ideas.
Some quotations to remember:But reassurance can be the cruelest antidote to anxiety. Our rosiest predictions both leave the anxious unprepared for the worst, and unwittingly imply that it would be disastrous if the worst comes to pass.
Wisdom lies in correctly discerning where we are free to mould reality according to our wishes and where we must accept the unalterable with tranquility.Friendship a minor conspiracy against what other people think as normal.
What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears.^this is definitely my favourite 😂
The art of living lies in finding uses for our adversities
Another full revolution around the sun and I have mixed feelings about how much wiser I've gotten. The truth is I feel I've made a lot of progress and yet I could have known years ago. Why is this true, because I feel like the big ideas that I've sorted out in the past 1.5 years is all contained in the first 5 chapters of The Unbearable Lightness of Being, which I first read back in middle school. Granted that was perhaps a little early for the same ideas to really lodge in my head, but I did also find evidence that I was anxious about the same things from this doodle from early high school featuring one of my stuffed animals:
To summarize the lessons learned: gain perspective and make decisions.
A few weeks ago, I found the almost perfect painting that I would like to hang in my living space. Almost for 2 reasons: one is I'd prefer the scene to be the ocean at night, and two is I want a giant painting, like at least 4'x4'. Considering that this is 1 square foot and likely over $400 after shipping and duties, and that price and size is likely an exponential correlation rather than a linear, I was very motivated to pick up painting again.
As much as I'd like to go straight to oil paints, it was hard to go to an art supply store in person and I wasn't ready to drop so much money on supplies. But I did find my old oil pastels and watercolours (tho I swear I should have another unopened set of watercolours) and ran with those. At this point I must admit that drawing and by extensive accurate depiction of form is my biggest weakness and I have little desire to improve my abilities. Light and color are the aspects of painting that I enjoy.
I originally intended to do side-by-side oil pastel & watercolour for each reference photo, but alas my oil pastels are too difficult to blend. It was so much faster to just do watercolor. Also do forgive the wrinkly paper as I was too lazy to stretch my paper properly (and to buy heavier weight paper.
I do think I got progressively better?
I have two cookbooks dedicated to bread gathering dust on the shelves (I flipped through the pages of one of the cookbooks once, the other is unopened), but I am making some recipes that I've made before. Repetition is highly underrated for cooking.
Made Honey&Co's bukhari bread (first time was part of a H&C feast). I didn't recall the bread being so dense the first time, it tasted much better toasted the following days.
I also don't have much feelings or thoughts about this book. I wasn't into the story at all until the flashbacks started happening, and was honestly more invested in finding out what happened before the main character stepped in the ocean than his current predicaments. That said, the ending is good and sends a clear message, so it's not a bad book either.
I found this a really solid book: liked the characters, liked the structure with different PoVs that somewhat converge, liked the ending that is tied up not too loosely or tightly.
I tried making fruit tea and it doesn't taste anywhere near as good as bubble tea shop's wahhh.
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In other news, my cream puffs are solid now. Creme diplomat really is the way to go.
I read two others books by Alaine de Button many years ago and thought they were pretty meh, but enjoyed this one a lot more. Some of the selected topics were pleasantly surprising to me, namely pessimism and perspective, which are also my favourite concepts in the book.
Some quotations to remember:
All buildings give their owner the opportunity to recondition visitors’ expectations and lay down rules of conduct specific to them.
Our vulnerability insults our self-reception; we are in pain and at the same time insulted that we could so easily be so.
Religion proposes that the central issue for education is not so much how to counteract ignorance - as secular educators imply - as how we can combat our reluctance to act upon ideas we already fully understood at a theoretical level.
The benefits of neo-religious pessimism are no where more apparent than in relation to marriage, one of modern society’s most grief-stricken arrangements, which has been rendered unnecessarily hellish by the astonishing secular supposition that it should be entered into principally for the sake of happiness.
[...]
These religions do recognize our desire to adore passionately. They know our need to believe in others, to worship and to serve them and to find in them perfection which eludes us in ourselves. They simply insist that these objects should be divine rather than human. [...] Faith has the good sense to give us angels to worship and lovers to tolerate.
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Modern secular optimists, on the other hand, with their well-developed sense of entitlement, fail to savour any epiphanies of everyday life as they busy themselves with the construction of earthly paradise.
During moments of frustration and disaster, [Spinoza] recommended the adoption of a cosmic perspective [...] ‘under the aspect of eternity’ sub specie aeternitatus. [...] Spinoza proposed that we use our imaginations to to step outside of ourselves and practise submitting our wills to the laws of the universe, however contrary to our intentions.
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Rather than try to redress our humiliation by insisting on our wronged importance, we should instead endeavour to apprehend and appreciate our essential nothingness.
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Our secular world is lacking in the sorts of rituals that might put us gently in our place. It surreptitiously invites us to think of the present moment as the summit of history, and the achievement of our fellow humans as the measure of all things - a grandiosity that’s plunges us into a swirl of anxiety and envy.
We are therefore in need of art to help our own neglected hurt, to grasp everything that does not come up in casual conversation and to coax us out of an unproductively isolated relationship with our most despised and awkward qualities.
Making a big bowl of tomato salad is the right way to honour the first big harvest:
Featuring half and half of raw tomato with basil and cooked tomato with garlic & olive oil.
My mom rightly pointed out that I never leave the house when I visit her, and so have not visited any of the nearby parks. This is finally no longer a true statement.
We went out for a walk around sunset and there were lots of people out enjoying the last of summer.
The wet lands are great, should've waited here longer to see the skies light up.This is actually looking towards my favourite part of the nearby lakeshore, but my vantage point was too low to capture the cove nicely. This spot will make a dramatic photo on a stormy winter day? There'll be less grass blocking the curve at least.
My goal is to be proficient at making cream puffs before the end of the month.
I thought my first attempt had gone really, really wrong when I was piping the dough onto the baking sheet. The dough was extremely wet and could not hold it's shape well. But alas they did spring up in the oven and ended with nice crumb.
I do still think the dough was too wet, it's hard when recipes can't provide an easy description for water content, unlike temperature. Not sure how I'm going to make sure the next iteration is less wet since the dough looks pretty much the same...and by the time I would realize it's too wet it's already too late. I also do hope that a drier dough will result in a taller shape.
The filling this time was just whipped cream, which also isn't ideal. It squishes out too easily when biting into the puff. Think I'll go with creme diplomat for next time.