Of the Golden Hare!!!
To liberate myself from the tyranny of FOMO, I decided to do less and live more in 2023. Taking a ‘gap year’ from the 15 years of blogging and hope to resume with fresh thoughts in the future.
十五年乍聽漫長, 眨眼就過. 十五是個好數字, 滾圓滾圓, 富泰平衡. 與其月月捉襟見肘胡亂搪塞 ,還是謙卑向時間大神鞠躬, 暫歇網誌.
福兔綿延
萬事如意
Growing up, my love for Shanghai was vicarious, through the impeccable story telling of my favorite Chinese writer, Eileen Chang. My first visit there was the late 90’s. The communist custom officer welcomed all Taiwanese denizens(they would not have put up with ‘citizens’) with a cautious hospitality. The wintery smog whacked me however and I had a vivid image of the waitress who served us chicken congee with her thumb dipped partially inside the bowl in a renowned local eatery. Regardless, the congee was yum-yum. Surreal, eh?
The world barely even comes out of the pandemic and yet is already at war?! There is nothing kind about our collective humankind and if any, we are of a very special brand of stupidity. I won’t try to pretend understanding the complex geopolitics and only wish we could all focus our energy on creation instead of destruction. That being said, a feeble happy March 14th Pi(e) Day… my friends.
2021 is coming to an end and instead of trying to cobble together a new year’s resolution, I decided to jump ahead to the bucket list. After three intricate but thankfully not lethal surgeries this year, checking off the bucket list seems a very sensible thing to do!
How would I even began? Telling the cautionary tale of the deprivation of self love in the wicked and whacked 21st century of capitalist vampiredom?
My team asked me how was it even possible to read so much between work, family, and all. Oh well, I spent minimal amount of energy on social media and that is how I save the time to engage in activities that truly matters to me. Perhaps I was never memetic to begin with. It is the blessing of being an eccentric, the one who marches to the beat of her own drum. That being said, I am still struggling with workaholicism, parenthood and sleep deprivation. When hypocrisy elevated to the realm of art, it is called professionalism :P
The Great Resignation is upon us. Intense last two weeks of July with back to back presentations (in person attendance required) made me wonder, does teamraderie truly require face to face collaboration or the calling for return to office, merely power display of corporate USA?
June has been… absurdity aplenty. I think I am going to hang on to the mask or my smirks will be found. This is a slow death by a thousand cuts. The redemption? There will be nothing for me to think of thee fondly. The antidote to such intellectual and moral atrocity is to surround oneself with nature, delicious food and great books.
SF解除封鎖, 復工彰顯企業文化, 全員若不到齊聽命, 如何誇耀將帥威風?
Confronting your own mortality makes one reflect what really matters. I have had the unique opportunity in the past due to medical reasons and thankfully made it back with much gratitude. This time, the surgeries were literally about 're-vision'.
An unsettling month of anxiety and depression from reading news or refreshing news feed very five minutes has come to a positive end. USA needs a soulful recovery from the pandemic and we must learn to bridge a chasm of polarity.
Home office 2.0 - old sketches, fresh bay leaf wreath, my pet Phalaenopsis and Microlepia strigosa.
'了卻君王天下事, 贏得生前身後名, 可憐白髪生.'
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