August 18, 2016


Chupa’s friend Jonic, a creative director at an ad agency, has a lovely wife who stays at home with their kids.  In 2014, she produced a line of impeccable ceramics, but then discontinued production despite a welcoming reception of her work.

One night, we went out to celebrate Jonic’s birthday.  While the guys discussed work, politics, and work politics, I asked Alisa about her ceramics background.  

“This is going to sound kind of bad,” she said, “but . . . I’m one of those people who’s good at everything.”

A year later, Jonic crashed at our place so he could commute to work while their house was being renovated (Alisa and the kids were with his parents).

I mentioned Alisa’s talent, and asked Jonic about her paintings and other work.  

“They’re incredible,” he said, “and she has no interest in art whatsoever.  She couldn’t care less.”

“What a waste!  I would kill for those skills.”

“Some people are like that," he mused.  "They have all the talent in the world, and they just don’t give a shit.”

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June 11, 2017

“If you die, I get your Vitamix,” Piper said.

“I get your All-Clad skillets,” Akela replied.

“Doesn’t anyone want any of my stuff?” I asked.


“I’ll take your trash cans,” Piper said after a while.

I own a bunch of attractive Japanese trash cans made from ayous wood.  One of them cost me $70.

“What about my laptop?”

“I’d prefer your trash cans.”


“Uh . . . I’ll . . . "  She couldn’t think of anything.


April 30, 2017

For Christmas, I gave Mom several presents, including a set of artisan felted wool coasters.  The set consisted of two mustard yellow coasters and two royal blue coasters, with an artsy silkscreened design on the top of each coaster.  

After a few months, I noticed that Mom consistently used the blue coasters on the correct side and the yellow coasters turned over to wrong side.

"You don’t like the yellow coasters?" I asked her one day.

"It’s fine."

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April 24, 2017

I feel especially Asian when I drink jasmine tea and dine on heroin-sprinkled, crispy lotus slices.