"I've always believed in the power of broke: the less you have, the more creative you get. And (usually) as a result of this, you end up creating way cooler things than if you had millions of dollars and amazing connections to create your masterpiece."
From the May 30, 2016, MUNCHIES story: How I Threw a Party and Made It Into a Career. By Jeremy Fall.
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Thursday, May 19, 2016
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Dear friends,
Please check out my latest write-up for VICE's food channel, MUNCHIES: All The Delays of Opening a Restaurant in New York City Are Well Worth It.
Thanks.
Please check out my latest write-up for VICE's food channel, MUNCHIES: All The Delays of Opening a Restaurant in New York City Are Well Worth It.
Thanks.
Labels:
food,
NYC,
restaurants,
writing
Sunday, May 15, 2016
"He believes deeply in focus---clearing away whatever he doesn't need to worry about so he can concentrate on his art---and now has a retinue of helpers. He gets three meals delivered each day, so he doesn't have to think about food; he has a stylist and a nutritionist and a trainer..."
From the May 13, 2016, New York Times article: A ' Hamilton' Star's Story: How Leslie Odom Jr. Became Aaron Burr, Sir.
From the May 13, 2016, New York Times article: A ' Hamilton' Star's Story: How Leslie Odom Jr. Became Aaron Burr, Sir.
Friday, May 13, 2016
Monday, May 09, 2016
There's something about getting older, where it's so easy to forget who you were and how you felt at 18.
Everything that's happened since then has shaped and formed these conditions where the things experienced from that time in our lives seems long gone.
But then once again, either when surrounded by extended relatives you love or gabbing late night with a familiar voice from high school, it completely transports you back. And serves as a reminder to always remember where you came from and what will always stay true.
Everything that's happened since then has shaped and formed these conditions where the things experienced from that time in our lives seems long gone.
But then once again, either when surrounded by extended relatives you love or gabbing late night with a familiar voice from high school, it completely transports you back. And serves as a reminder to always remember where you came from and what will always stay true.
Sunday, May 08, 2016
Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there.
I love my mom so much. Thank you 엄마, 사랑해!
I love my mom so much. Thank you 엄마, 사랑해!
Labels:
family,
holidays,
humbling moments
Friday, May 06, 2016
"Why wasn't friendship as good as a relationship? Why wasn't it even better? It was two people who remained together, day after day, bound not by sex or physical attraction or money or children or property, but only by the shared agreement to keep going, the mutual dedication to a union that could never be codified. Friendship was witnessing another's slow drip of miseries, and long bouts of boredom, and occasional triumphs. It was feeling honored by the privilege of getting to be present for another person's most dismal moments, and knowing that you could be dismal around him in return."
From the book A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara. Page 257.
From the book A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara. Page 257.
Thursday, May 05, 2016
Labels:
brooklyn,
FiDi,
food,
friends,
humbling moments,
i like walking,
NYC,
public transportation,
restaurants,
subway,
union square,
weather
Tuesday, May 03, 2016
The first four sentences of one of my non-existent short stories:
The dewy air at the top of the mountain felt chilly, but with a touch of softness. The all-day hike had exhausted Harriet and she plopped herself down on a small circle of sparse grass even before she took a moment to appreciate the view. Then almost like a reflex, she shot back up to her feet and began to scream, "I'm here, Finn! I'm here!" as tears and anger poured out of her. She yelled into the luscious green valleys not expecting her message would reach him, but that didn't stop her from trying until she had exhausted everything from within herself.
The dewy air at the top of the mountain felt chilly, but with a touch of softness. The all-day hike had exhausted Harriet and she plopped herself down on a small circle of sparse grass even before she took a moment to appreciate the view. Then almost like a reflex, she shot back up to her feet and began to scream, "I'm here, Finn! I'm here!" as tears and anger poured out of her. She yelled into the luscious green valleys not expecting her message would reach him, but that didn't stop her from trying until she had exhausted everything from within herself.
Labels:
writing
Monday, May 02, 2016
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