sometimes i let you in.  i share the heavier things on my mind.  and in response you are quiet.

today i listened to the song of my namesake.

like a lovely melody that everyone can sing

this line made me think of a recent conversation with someone who knows me well:

"you are easy to be friends with.  everyone is your friend."
"i do not think everyone is my friend."
"maybe.  but at least they think you are their friend."

and so, i hope that person who knows me well is right.  i hope to be a friend for a spectrum of people.  just like a lovely melody that anyone can sing.

i asked my mom to describe me.  the first word she used was "explosive".  lovely.

me - the faithless chef

i am trying to cook.

the first time i made chicken enchiladas was in ukraine.  after they had been tasted and tried, i was thanked for the "lasagna".

do you see why i have little faith?

my life is mostly ordinary.  but i think some certain moments are worthy of the big screen.

time.  both endless and sudden.  

the moment is nearly upon me.  one week.

something about portland feels like home.  it could be the abundant greenery.  it could be the silly face making in the rearview mirror.  it could be the city quirks--no sales tax, go green, someone else gases the car.  it could be the cuisine.  or it could be the way the portland always asks me to stay forever.