Bowl of oil
Bowl of beer
Bowl of boiling hot fat
Living in this region of China. I can’t resist the spicy food now.
Bowl of oil
Bowl of beer
Bowl of boiling hot fat
Living in this region of China. I can’t resist the spicy food now.
Wordle 255 4/6
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Normally my frustrations
build and build
until they crash
To leave regrets
thrown about
scattered up and down
Except today
because I breathed
and that helped
Shout out to the primary/elementary teachers grateful for March since it’s so much easier to write than February!
Our class is meeting this author this week. A book written in prose about a by trying to fit in. I find reading about bullying difficult but enjoyed the style and content a whole lot.
Finished reading: Falling into the Dragon’s Mouth by Holly Thompson 📚
I’m genuinely loving Letterkenny. So much that I’m moderating how quickly I watch it.
Despite living in the city of 8 years and driving for 5, my sense of direction here is poor. So we have points of reference. One of which is a ex-friend’s house. We don’t talk anymore but seem powerless to change it’s use. “Head toward’s [her] house.”
Wordle 252 3/6
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When you come to something so late but you’re so happy because there’s so much to watch/read.
I feel like that about Letterkenny.
I like Austin Kleon a lot. I have his first book, that is currently on loan to a colleague. While I am not arty (I know know)I like scribbling and writing in notebooks, and always have done.
Anyway, I also find the best way for me stick my habits I find is just to do them. I don’t find sharing what I’m doing works for me. At least to start.
But I think there comes a point where I want to share, maybe. Like Lyra got me two notebooks with photos of us on the front cover for my birthday in 2020. On a whim I started writing to the kids in the them. I’ve fallen in and out of doing it honestly, there’s never time is there? I wrote today and the last time before that was May last year despite the notebooks sitting on the desk I sit at daily. This is the way.
They are anything but perfect and I can’t predict what I’ll end up doing with them but they are inspired in part by Austin.
the expectation that teacher should give up evenings and weekends in order to meet minimum standards is immoral.
This jumped out at me. I think about it a lot. If I work weekends are MY kids getting all of me?
We loved Peacemaker.
For so many reasons, well
Just Eagley really
Eyeing up the food a friend’s new restaurant.
I love you.
I’m proud of you.
It’s you I like.
You are special.
You are enough.
You’re the most important thing in the world to me.
At the end of your life, do you think, for one second, that you will kick yourself for saying that too much?
Source: You Can’t Say These Words Enough – Daily Dad – The Blog
Urgh. Wordle. Lyra old word list because the new site doesn’t load in China. Everyone else I send my results to, around 10 people at this point, are likely using the new word list. Which is fine, except I think I can’t do both because tomorrow I will know the word! (I think)
Today’s solution diverges from the original Wordle’s :(
Very confusing at the moment!
Source: The New York Times has changed Wordle’s solutions - The Verge
The wonderful world of Chinese hi-fi
The Verge isn’t blocked in China so I occasionally open it during the day and found this artcle about Chinese headphones (IEMS) and how it’s a whole thing.
Now, I’m resisting the urge to buy some… And an iPod Classic.
“I’m a believer in the ordinary and the mundane. These guys that talk about ‘quality time’ — I always find that a little sad when they say, ‘We have quality time.’ I don’t want quality time. I want the garbage time. That’s what I like. You just see them in their room reading a comic book and you get to kind of watch that for a minute, or having a bowl of Cheerios at 11 o’clock at night when they’re not even supposed to be up. The garbage, that’s what I love." Jerry Seinfeld
Elise: Mum! Dad! Yumo threw a new toy out the window. (We live on the 3rd floor)
Us: What. What happened?
Elise: Well, not out the window but it’s gone down behind the bed (against the wall)
Us: Those are not the same things.
Sitting on a plastic stool with another as a table, on the kerb of a busy road.
These are perhaps my favourite noodles. And I find it difficult to explain why.
They’re spicy, obviously and I haven’t got a clue what’s in them apart from the obvious. Noodles, meat, chick peas, some green and dried chillis. The ‘sauce’ is addictive. You feel it all the way down, as the flavours hit your tongue, the back of your throat and later, still, sitting in your stomach. Further still, I’ll remember them tomorrow…
No regrets!
