“Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence. Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers … Continue Reading Hence the blog?
Reasons to Get out of a Warm Comfy Bed on a December Morning 1) It ain’t yo bed. 2) You don’t recognize the owner of the bed. 3) There’s a funny smell.
Marge calls it “galalalalalala”, Lisa thinks it’s a pancake, foodie websites up and down the internet call it yeast-risen flatbread, sponge-like bread, crepe-like flat bread, sour pancake, flatbread, sourdough pancake-like bread, flat spongy bread, flat crepe like food that has millions of bubbles or holes on its surface, (millions, really?) … Continue Reading 99 Names for Injera
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Amen. From among the perks of living in an English-friendly environment, I already knew that I missed opening letter mail, for example. You know, the routine bills, advertisements, tax returns, surveys and whatnot. I’m not even blessed with junk mail here. But it wasn’t … Continue Reading Hold Me Music
If, in the late hours of evening… …when not a creature stirs and you are curled up in your bed under the spell of the tantalizing last quarter of a deliciously fat book… (Middlesex, if you care to know) …you happen to hear an almost stereotypically feminine squeal (“Eeeek!”) …come … Continue Reading Too Ugly to Love, Too Big to Kill
The poor child is probably going to associate ginseng with brown skin for the rest of his life now, and not in a favourable way either, if the horrible way he scrunched up his face after his mother popped it into his mouth is a hint to go by. He … Continue Reading Bad Candy and Brown Skin