an outlet of expression
4.5 stars out of 5 Spoilers ahead. What makes beauty I sometimes wonder what it is about a piece of art that makes it beautiful. It s not like I pull out a piece of paper, write good on the top left, write bad on the top right, and start listing out the good and bad [ ]
4.5 stars out of 5 The sign of an inexperienced Chinese food diner is to paint Chinese cuisine with one big brush. It s all spicy. Or all too salty. The diner who s one level more advanced finds that he can split Chinese food into two very large categories: light (清淡) or heavy (重口味). Cantonese dishes [ ]
like I want the written word to be different A popular tip paraded around the internet is to write like you talk. That s logical. When I write, I often feel the need to make it sound more convoluted. More deserving of the paper (or screen) it s written on. Pausing to ask myself, how would I [ ]
live each day as if you will live forever I ve heard of the saying before: groundhog day. Long ago. But I ve never watched the movie. Knowing the saying, I thought this could be a fun, silly watch with nothing much explored. I m already inclined to like dystopian movies and books. I ve been told the recipe [ ]
better the second time round It s hard to tell comparatively, but I probably don t watch a lot of TV shows. Movies I do. TV shows, no. But of the few TV shows I watch and decide to finish, I deeply enjoy. Nathan Fielder s Nathan for You and The Rehearsal, HBO s Band of Brothers, and Vince [ ]
A place for ideas to run The first post in this newly created Writing More section gave a brief explanation on why I m doing this. What will I write about though? In no particular order: I thought this would be a longer list. But that s fine. I can come back and add to this. And [ ]
perfect as the enemy of good Sometimes when asked what I like to do, I hesitantly reply that I like to write. The hesitation has grown uncomfortable. As of July 18, 2025 I have published one post this year. One. There are many reasons for this dismal count. Chief among them, the false belief that [ ]
greenlight Seated in a silent bus and thinking about the school day ahead of me, I overheard a conversation between a father and his son. With the bus stopped at the rush hour’s red light, the son, dressed for another day of primary school, turned and asked a question only a child would ask: “Papa, [ ]
capturing the zeitgeist
photos of two nights in Paris, with some light commentary