Paul Graham says every city tells you something. In New York it’s Make more money. In Paris, it’s Enjoy life.
I think Tokyo’s message is “Conform” with quotation marks 😉 . Tokyo wants you to follow the rules—or at least appear to follow them—but it tacitly makes room for digressions, under the table.
Hello! So I missed my deadline last time (going more than three weeks without a post), and now I’m missing it AGAIN. Ahh.
I have a good reason, though: I *had to* get out of my previous living situation, so over the past six weeks I have been very scattered and unable to concentrate on anything other than finding somewhere to live.
And now I’ve found somewhere! Yay! I moved into my own apartment three days ago. It presently contains almost zero furniture. (I’m sleeping on a yoga mat on the floor—which isn’t that bad, really. I may never buy a mattress again.)
I hope to be properly settled and able to return to semi-regular blogging in a few weeks. Until then, please enjoy these Pinterest design inspiration photos.
This is my dream decor: some sort of Japanese-Balinese-Thai-inspired, zen-French fusion, wabi-sabi (Japanese shabby-chic), industrial/modern twist on minimalist classics. Not sure what to call that, but let me know if you have any suggestions 😛
I started keeping these Stuff of the Month lists around age 12. (Credit to my sister Gemma for coming up with the idea, which I copied.)
You know how there’s an Employee of the Month? The Stuff of the Month list is a form of bullet-journaling where you name the Food of the Month (as in your favorite food you ate recently or a food that featured prominently in your month), Movie of the Month, etc.
Funny and informative
High signal-to-noise ratio, and insane dedication to research.
If you only watch one video from this whole list, I recommend this one:
I went to Bangkok twice during my six-month Asia trip, and had two totally different experiences. This is part one: the week of being a tacky backpacker (July 2019).
I really like this song. I heard it several times in Bali in November, so at first I was listening to it because it reminded me of that part of my trip. Lately, however, it has become a sad song, because it has been swirling around my head during all this bad news, the background music to my dawning realization that my dream is over.
My mom’s English scone recipe: flaky, crumbly, buttery, and bursting with berries.
(By the way, it’s pronounced “scon”—rhymes with on, not cone.)
This cake is delicious (not just “good for a vegan cake”), super easy to make, uses ingredients you probably already have, and is suitable for all your vegan and milk/egg/butter-allergic friends.