Last week I checked out the Renwick Gallery’s opening exhibit, WONDER. I went solo, and because it was a weekday, there were gloriously few visitors. I’ve included few photos and (Snapchat) videos that don’t do it justice.
The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed.
About a year ago, I made the switch from QWERTY to Dvorak. It was frustrating, and on more than one occasion I found myself questioning my decision; I struggled to keep up in work, in conversations, and with my thoughts. I wondered if I’d ever type at a reasonable speed again.
I’m happy to discover that I’m finally almost back to my QWERTY speed and accuracy!*
My parents aren’t very romantic, but I can tell my dad is getting more sentimental as the years pass. He recently reminisced about the beginning of his relationship with my mom.
Your mom was a country gal, and I was from the big city. She’s 6 years older, highly unconventional for our generation and culture. Your mom’s entire family was against our marriage and impending move to the U.S., predicting that our relationship would die within the year, leaving her stranded with nothing and alone in the states. We’ve been married nearly 40 years.
I’ve spent my last two Tuesday evenings at Grace Cathedral, participating in their (mostly) weekly Yoga on the Labyrinth.
It had been on my to-do list for years, and thanks to a yoga-craving, I made a date with a friend to finally experience it. I’m so glad I did.
It’s extraordinary, for countless reasons. The opening mediations. The ethereal, live instrumentals. How gratifyingly small you feel when you get lost gazing up at the cathedral’s ceiling as you lean into a pose. The otherworldly manner in which every sound and voice echoes. That you’re doing yoga, in the middle of this beautiful, chaotic city, with hundreds of strangers. Your inability to hear your own voice in the harmonious, reverberating, and perfectly in sync chorus of closing oms.
It’s surreal and stirring. I walk out feeling tranquil, happy, recentered — I can’t recommend it enough.
You can’t calm the storm… so stop trying. What you can do is calm yourself. The storm will pass.
Facebook memories surfaced this artwork from 2007, a gift from the wonderful kiddos I used to spend every Sunday night with: Conor (9), Elise (6), and Grant (3).
Missing them pretty hard right now.
I’ve only spent an hour with her today, but my heart is already bursting at the seams. When I’m with her, nothing else matters. I’ll never forget her reaction when I surprised her this morning — it’s forever seared into my memory.
A few snippets:
“Jen Jen, would you like to play with me?” Always irresistible, always in a slight British accent.
“Hey Mochi, what’s the matter?” Said in a sweet, comforting tone to one of her dogs, who was looking mopey.
“Mochi, it’s not for doggies, for pete’s sake.” I laugh, and she smirks because she knows exactly what was so funny. “Yeah, I say ‘for pete’s sake.’”
“Turn on the music, so we can dance, ok?” A gal after my own heart. But I prefer my dance parties after 8am.
Don’t worry, she gave me a mask too.
I recently signed into my 23andMe account and spotted something I hadn’t noticed before: Ancestry Composition. As a Chinese woman whose parents (and grandparents, great grandparents, and so forth) were born and raised in China, I foolishly never gave much thought to my ancestry.
Turns out I’m maybe only 88.8% (that percentage though!) Chinese. And that’s based on their “Speculative Estimate.”
The default Speculative Estimate corresponds to 51% confidence – this provides the most detailed view of your ancestry. You have the option to make the estimate more strict, meaning that the interpretation shown is more likely to be accurate. The Standard Estimate is at 75% confidence, and the Conservative Estimate is at 90% confidence.
At 90% confidence, they can only peg me at 55.1% Chinese.
I’m continually blown away by all the interesting info and connections I’ve been getting for the past three years from 23andMe, which I only paid $99 for.
If you’re like me and have both an insatiable curiosity and a desire to know all truths, despite its potential unpleasantness, I highly recommend.
Maybe it’s…
…but I’m feeling extra sentimental these days. In my usual fashion, I’ll share a little bit, in list form. :)
Here are a few of the countless things I’m thankful for:
Here’s a glimpse of my completely normal, but 100% delightful day:
Although the photos aren’t anything special, the moments were.
It was a wonderful week reconnecting with old friends and getting to know new ones. It seems like a lot of time to spend together, but I wish we had more than just one week out of the year.
Late nights. Early mornings. Dance parties. Oversharing. Contact improv. Jane Doze. Chillin. Swing dancing. Messes. Flash talks. Lists. Bacon. Escalade. Cocktail suicide. Questionable automattchers. DJing. Ghosting. Selfies. Credit card. Mentor/mentee shots. On fleek. Speed shopping.
My week in photos and videos:
Lil Dicky is great. If you haven’t heard or seen his stuff, give him a listen, even if you’re not a fan of rap. And if you have 11 minutes, start with this one. It covers all the best stuff: sex, war, creationism, and poop.
Warning: like much of my favorite music, it contains profanity and adult themes.
i want to go to there. 
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