forty two: i could not find a tea cup - 2014.05.31

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, 
As I foretold you, were all spirits and 
Are melted into air, into thin air: 
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, 
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, 
The solemn temples, the great globe itself, 
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve 
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, 
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff 
As dreams are made on, and our little life 
Is rounded with a sleep.

~ William Shakespeare
The Tempest

forty one: all the world was desert dry - 2014.05.30

Or I would be the rain itself, wreathing over the island, mingling in the quiet of moist places, filling its pores with its saturated breaths. And I would be the wind, whispering through the tangled woods, running airy fingers over the island’s face, tingling in the chill of concealed places, sighing secrets in the dawn.

~ Richard Nelson
The Island Within

forty: pasta - 2014.05.29

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by

~ Robert Frost
The Road Not Taken

thirty nine: pastum - 28.05.2014

A hermit is simply a person to whom civilization has failed to adjust itself.

Will Cuppy

thirty eight: the pink at the end of the hall - 2014.05.27

When all my days are ending
And I have no song to sing,
I think that I shall not be too old
To stare at everything;
As I stared once at a nursery door
Or a tall tree and a swing.

~ G.K. Chesterton
The Collected Poems of G. K. Chesterton

thirty seven: pale and wan fond lover - 2014.05.26

I know that if I have heaven
There is nothing to desire.
Rain and river, a world of wonder
May be paradise to me.

~ Enya
China Roses

thirty six: the infiniteness of the spaces in between - 2014.05.25

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. 
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

~ Khalil Gibran
The Prophet: On Marriage

thirty five: a grate idea - 2014.05.24

Life is great. Cheese makes it better.

~ Avery Aames
The Long Quiche Goodbye

thirty four: i heart panini - 2014.05.24

Anyone who has lost track of time when using a computer knows
the propensity to dream,
the urge to make dreams come true,
and the tendency to miss lunch.

~ Tim Berners-Lee

thirty three: wistful thinking - 2014.05.22

Of all the words of mice and men, 
the saddest are, 
"It might have been."

~ Kurt Vonnegut

thirty two: i saw the sign - 2014.05.21

I, under the pale moon, for so many years I wondered who you are
How could a person like you bring me joy?
Under the pale moon, where I see a lot of stars

~ Ace of Base

I saw the sign

thirty one - keep calm and get a grip - 2014.05.20

If I can sit down for freedom,
you can stand up for children.

~ Rosa Parks 

thirty: one moon later - 2014.05.19

Ensanguining the skies
How heavily it dies
Into the west away;
Past touch and sight and sound
Not further to be found,
How hopeless under ground
Falls the remorseful day.

~ A.E. Housman, 

A Shropshire Lad

twenty nine: tenkasu - 2014.05.18

No one is born a great cook, one learns by doing.

~ Julia Child

My Life in France

twenty eight: a fish, a fish, my empire for a fish - 17.05.2014

If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

~ Wallace Stevens

The Emperor of Ice Cream

twenty seven: downtown girl - 2014.05.16

I'm gonna try for an uptown girl
She's been living in her white bread world
As long as anyone with hot blood can
And now she's looking for a downtown man
That's what I am

~ Billy Joel

Uptown Girl

twenty six - eat, drink and be merry . . . - 2014.05.15

All sorrows are less with bread.

~ Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

twenty five: i'd tell you but then i'd have to kill you - 2014.05.14

The world isn't run by weapons anymore, or energy, or money. It's run by little ones and zeroes, little bits of data. It's all just electrons.

~ "Cosmo"


twenty four: sukiyaki to enoki masshurūmui - 2014.05.13

The sound of the Gion Shoja temple bells echoes the impermanence of all things;
the color of the sala flowers reveals the truth that to flourish is to fall.
The proud do not endure, like a passing dream on a night in spring; 
the mighty fall at last, to be no more than dust before the wind.

~ Sukiyaki Western: Django

twenty three - rosemary: 2014.05.12

There’s rosemary and rue. These keep
Seeming and savor all the winter long.
Grace and remembrance be to you.

~ William Shakespeare 
Winter’s Tale, Act 4, Scene 4

twenty two: oh, the tangled webs we weave - 2014.05.11

Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so that each small piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry.

~ Richard P. Feynman

twenty one: here's looking at you, kid - 2014.05.10

You’re part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you’re not with him, you’ll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.

~ Humphrey Bogart as Rick Blaine

twenty: i think that i shall never see - 2014.05.09

The world is a wide place where we stumble like children learning to walk. The world is a bright mosaic where we learn like children to see, where our little blurry eyes strive greedily to take in as much light and love and colour and detail as they can.

~ Jay Woodman

nineteen: baobab - 2014.05.08

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. 

~ Gibran Khalil Gibran
Sand and Foam

eighteen: if jack were a boy and he had a dog - 2015.05.07

Ask not whence the thunder comes.
Ask not where the herds have gone.
Nor why the birds have ceased their song.
When coming home, don't take too long. For monsters roam...

~ Jack the Giant Slayer

seventeen: port city - 2014.05.06

A ship in port is safe, but that's not what ships are built for.

~ Grace Hopper

sixteen: weekdays of future past - 2014.05.05

If I had my way, I would remove January from the calendar altogether and have an extra July instead.

~ Roald Dahl

fifteen: twenty five months - 2014.05.04

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much

~ Rudyard Kipling

fourteen: familiarity breeds comfort - 2014.05.03

Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

~ Lewis Carroll
Alice in Wonderland

[thirteen: i am joe - 2014.05.02]

What happened to that sweet guy
from the coffee shop?
Who are you, anyway?
And... what are you eating?

"Susan Parrish"
Meet Joe Black

now, i normally do not write anything when posting pictures.  that is because this is a photoblog and writing involves thinking and this is not a thinking place.

in fact, one of the lovely rejection letters i got from google said as much: we can't do that adsense stuff with you or your blog because there are not enough words in here.  when i was a kid, i remember complaining that books had too many words and not enough pictures; i never thought i'd see the day where someone would complain about having too many pictures and not enough words.  but then again, there are a lot of things i never thought i'd see, (like youtube videos of people popping other people's monster zits) so no surprises there, i suppose.

that rejection letter, along with all my other rejection letters from google, has been an ongoing thing for years now and is a story for another post.

the reason why i am making an exception and writing something for today's post is because today was different.  really, the story is all about how i got up at 5 am and somehow wound up with a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast.

thursday night: my wife tells me she has an early morning meeting the next day, and so we summarily impose martial law and promptly stuff our son into his favorite pajamas despite his protests and better judgment.  we tuck ourselves in, out go the lights, and start counting sheep. 

yet, despite all sorts of pleas, stern glances, and threats; (and by the way, have you ever tried to threaten a toddler whose response to your raised voice is a crooked, toothy smile and a high-pitched squeal of sheer excitement? yeah, the threats end up having all the seriousness of a sudden giggle), despite all our tired and desperate entreatments, our son is wide awake and jumping on the bed like a monkey on speed.

after repeated failed attempts to get my son to sleep at a reasonable hour (read: before 12 midnight), he decides that finally, sweet, merciful jesus, he's done enough jumping about for the day.  so, he lies down and grabs his blankey and falls asleep. my wife has quietly passed out from exhaustion an hour prior and i, too, quickly follow suit. 

there is no justice nor any sense of fairness in the world, of course: the alarm blares harshly far too soon and we drag our miserable, sleep deprived selves out of bed, stealing envious glances at our son, who of course is blissfully asleep.

we pass the hour-long commute to work in bleary-eyed silence, with me reading and only half understanding the latest news on my phone and my wife nodding off in her seat.

sometime during the commute my wife mumbled semi-coherently, "i'm sleepy." 

"yes, it's a beautiful, morning.", i half agreed to an imagined cheerful observation.

"i'm going home early," sighed my wife.

"i'm not surprised," i nodded.

"i'm going to take a nap," she groaned. 

"absolutely. we should do this more often," clearly just playing this by rote and my addled brain picking the wrong canned response through the dim fog of what barely passes for consciousness. 

i learned today that sleep deprived people should not have a conversation.  clearly, stupor induced silence is a better option by far.

finally, somehow, we reached the interchange and my wife and i shambled our way to our respective offices with perfunctory goodbyes. lurching to the station's exit, i,  to my utter joy and disbelief, saw that there was no queue at this little coffee shop just outside the train station.

now, normally, this coffee shop would be teeming with people trying to get some breakfast to jump start their day, and the mere sight of the queue would be enough to discourage even the most intrepid patron, (except in singapore, where the sight of a long queue somehow has the opposite effect.)

today, however, was a different day: the coffee shop had just opened, with a mere handful of customers here and there, and no queue in sight.

oh joy.

oh happy day.

and i lurched a bit faster towards the coffee shop.

"good morning, peanut butter and black coffee please," i said, trying to sound equal parts cheerful and coherent.

"would you like some soft boiled eggs with that?"

"no, thank you, just peanut butter and coffee please," i replied slowly, trying not to forget the word for "black coffee" lest i end up ordering a glass of "sugared frothy dishwater, no milk", when i suddenly became aware of the queue slowly forming behind me.

there was a puff of smoke, a hiss, and the sound of a knife scratching freshly toasted bread, and the soft rustling sound of a gathering morning crowd. 

but i emerged unscathed: soon enough, i got my peanut butter and black coffee and i was out of that coffee shop in two minutes, an impossible feat had i arrived just a shade later than i did.

i got to my desk, and the sun golden and young, peeked through the windows; the office is otherwise silent and empty.  then i realise: wow!  today started out remarkably well.

there is always the quiet sense of pride that comes with being the first one in at the office.  the thought that hey, i'll get to work for a couple of hours without any interruption, was a welcome one as well.  for a while, i would have the universe to myself while the rest of the world slept and dreamt and snored. 

and finally, i knew that i have a delicious, hot cup of black coffee and a nice thick peanut butter toast, without having spent half my adult life in a queue.

indeed, life is good and the stars, in their proper places in the heavens, winked out slowly in anticipation of the coming dawn. 

we should do this more often.

twelve: the scent of things to come - 2014.05.01

The fragrance of meditation is enlightenment.

~ Swami Dhyan Giten