So, you’re rummaging through piles to find that one thing you’re sure you have. Along the way you run across at least three things you forgot you had. Fact is, those three items are still encased in their original packaging… along with the original sales slip… from (insert number here) years ago. You think to yourself, “Oh yeah… I got that at (insert store/location here) when I wanted to (insert flimsy reason here.)” You set …
My grandmother and my 8 year old self walked through the bustling Pudu (wet) Market one morning. By any measure, this place was and will always be an assault on the senses. The hustle and bustle, the noise, the smells incoming from all directions. This was a “Granny visit” spanning 4 days. This also meant that I got to accompany her on shopping adventures… and today the destination was this market only a short bus …
The durian, rambutan and jackfruit (pictured in order above) re-entered my life last week… and happily so. They were acquired on a foray to check out the new Asia Supermarket that recently opened nearby. “Lucky me!”, I thought to myself as I plonked them into my shopping basket, barely containing my glee at the acquisition. Here were fruits that I grew up devouring back in Malaysia. Unusual fruits to the western palate, to say the …
… how faint the tune… somewhere there’s heaven… how high the moon” How High The Moon is one of those songs that plays off and on in my head over time. Usually when I’m trying to work things out for myself. Not always, but often, I can be found humming it on my morning walks. Sometimes it is a frenetic “jump” arrangement and at other times something more “ballady”… depending on what I’m trying to …
Eleven years… eleven years, I tell ya! Yep, that’s how long I’ve had a presence on the interwebs… at least via this blog. You may ask (and why shouldn’t you?) if some kind of commemoration will be exploding forth… some sort of celebratory mayhem involving food, drink, explosives and a naked parade, perhaps? Not likely. Sorry. This day will come and go like many others before… as it should. About the only thing commemorating this …
I mowed the back yard today. More importantly… I mowed the back yard today with my new mower. It’s the one on the left in the pic. Pretty, ain’t it? And it’s got plenty of ompf too. Took care of the two foot long grass like a champ. The one on the right… that’s my old mower. I decided about a month and a half ago that it needed to be retired. Truth be told, …
That simply means bouncing from show to show at the annual Rogue Festival purely on whim. As I told someone this morning, “This provides much more adventure for your entertainment buck.” It is the one time of year in Fresno you can actually do that. You never know if you’ll be experiencing a stinker or something exquisite using this tactic. Sure, lots of folk meticulously plan their fest experience with Rogue Map in hand like …
… the calm before the storm as it were. The Rogue is just around the corner… and just before that… Mardi Gras. Last year was a busy one for me as I was involved in both. In fact, this time last year, I had just gotten back from Seattle and was furiously doing rewrites and clean-up on my new play before it premiered at the fest. Added to that… I was also King of Mardi …
The Manglish flew fast and thick all weekend. Colloquialisms I hadn’t used in ages, turns of phrases, jumbled up with substitutions from Malay, Chinese, Tamil… and a few Kristang words were firing off in a frenzy the moment I stepped into my cousin’s hotel room. There was no transitional period of adjustment… just a straight on dive into a place of origin. It’s a good thing that I’ve always had a good ear for language …
