“Anytime I write a story about a women’s experience I am committing a political act.”
Sometimes, I take photos with my iPhone and make Instagrams, which I upload onto Flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennypenny729/
I’ve been so caught up in Hong Kong and wrapped up in my new sense of self-identity (meaning, self-absorbed) that I forgot my mother’s birthday 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 And then I felt so sad, I cried.
I love you more than I can ever say, Mommy.
Happy belated birthday.
At this very moment, I can hear lion dance drums somewhere.
(Also, my living room smells like narcissus.)
it seems to be a recurring theme
Saturday was a good food day with friends. Brunch at Classified: baked camembert with truffle (omg), granola with greek yogurt and watermelon, banana french toast, something with chorizo, english bacon, chocolate cake. Coffee at Zambra: apple crumble, banoffee pie. Dinner at Crystal Jade: xiao long bao, shanghai sheng jian bao, buo cai, green beans with garlic, egg white and crab, zhua bing, sweet and sour prawn, tofu and beef wraps.
On the way to dinner I took the Star Ferry for the first time since moving here. It still makes me think of Sundays after church with my family, waiting for the gates to open, reading comics on the upper deck.
“hong kong: corner houses”
The Upper Station Gallery is located on the incline of a steep hill. Further up the hill is Blake Gardens, a park that begins with a height of stairs, winds over slopes, and overlooks neighboring rooftops. My aesthetic appreciation for art is very underdeveloped and essentially resides in instinctual pleasure, so: the coloring, the quality of soft clarity, and the rows and rows of windows, stacked rectangles, sometimes tinted, often dirty, embodying and exposing a facade filled with lines, symmetry, shapes, glass plates.
I very much wanted to buy the book but wouldn’t allow myself to make two purchases, and ultimately I decided on a book with a canvas cover about Shek Kip Mei; it was like a scrapbook, with historical facts and facsimiles of documents.
the next quiet day
tung chung, lantau island
The sun was out today, so I went for a walk. I followed the late afternoon light, which was casting a haze in one part of the sky, and ended on a path next to the water, where I sat on a ledge, legs dangling, and read until it was dark and my hands were too cold to turn the pages.
– Stick to initial project of weekly writing prompts/exercises.
– Aim to read one leisure fiction book per week (in addition to usual research & writing books).
– Reflect and dissect without overanalyzing into paralysis.
– Yes to all invitations and activities and new things (pretend I’m an extrovert).
– Regular sleeping schedule.
– To do: Mai Po marshes, Ha Pak Nai, National Geopark, Sai Kung hiking, bicycling in Ma On Shan and/or Tung Chung, Stanley, Shek O, Lamma Island, Walled City, Museum of History, Chinese opera, guzheng/pipa/erhu concert.
Ever since my first week here I’ve been perusing the snack aisle at 7-Eleven and Wellcome, hunting down all of my old childhood favorites. Once in a while, I’ll catch a glimpse of a package design in passing and suddenly remember the taste of something.
More food notes from the past couple weeks: Ramen at Yokozuna (particularly: pork broth, soft-boiled eggs); Beard Papa is not nearly as good as in the States; Tai Cheong dan tat has more of a biscuit-like crust (I still prefer SF’s Golden Gate Bakery, although it’s twice the price); don’t forget the roast duck next time at Yung Kee; corn chocolate taste like corn + chocolate; pear gorgonzola cake at Caffe Habitu, only $15 with the lunch set; the Chengs are amazing cooks; Milo + Koko Krunch McFlurry is exactly what you would expect and just as delicious.