Green tea noodle on ice with sprinkled cut nori, cut shallot and a hint of wasabi, dipped into a cup of hot shitake mushroom broth with cut shitake mushroom, cut shallot, cut nori, rice vinegar, soy sauce, salt, sugar, and a hint of ebi and sesame oil.
When I went out of our car it felt like a different world. The winding road was empty, and the ricefields in front of us rich. They spread all over the deep valley like civilization flourishing. Some parts brown mud, other parts fuzzy golden fields. And then some green spots, and all the bare-chested farmers. […]
Spaghetti with sliced Shitake mushroom, small pieces of avocado, sliced red bell pepper, cut nori, roasted sesame seed, in a base mix of wasabi, sesame oil, crushed boiled garlic, rice vinegar, salt and pepper, and a sprinkle of parmesan cheese. Shitake mushroom and avocado in maki sushi, with wasabi and soy sauce.
My computer somehow misses a G5.
As it dawned on me that the sky was not as clear as it used to be, the sunset was reaching its lowest point. I listened. They say you should be able to hear it when you hold your breath just a little bit longer than usual. So I did. And listened. The sax beginner […]
Pineapple and mandarin oranges, with salt and crushed chilli mix. Olives with shrimp paste and crushed chilli mix. Amaretti cookies soaked in hot soy milk with ginger. Broken rice mixed with soy sauce, sesame oil, cut chilli and dill, with boiled sausage. Tomato juice, apple cider vinegar, black pepper and sparkling mineral water.
Early March 2007 marks my reintroduction to the web. As an old-skooler who puts respect in bandwidth (read as: only do whatever you need to do in the internet, never more, whatever “need” might be), the beginning of my current ADSL period feels like going back to the future. I have been in the future. […]
Taking a one minute break to write about something my brain glanced into while writing my research proposal draft. It’s about the idea of a home. I came to realize that home for me is not a place. Neither it is my laptop. Home is a person.
Yup. He died this morning. And this time he wasn’t transported back to his planet, because he simply didn’t want to.
(2005, dir. Tintin Wulia) – Synch Festival (2005) – Greece.