Heute beginne ich mein Tagebuch, weil ich etwas tun sollte, um Deutsch zu lernen. Gerade bin ich bei meiner Fruendin zu Hause, um auf ihre Hunde und ihre Katze aufzupassen. Die Katze ist sehr freundlich und will den ganzen Tag kuscheln. Eigentlich sollten alle glücklich sein, aber leider waren sowohl D als auch ich krank.
paying attention in a particular way: on purpose, in the present moment, and nonjudgmentally. – Jon Kabat-Zinn who introduced Mindfulness Based Stress Reduction (MBSR)
Mindfulness is just about noticing whatever experience we’re having, including all the thoughts, feelings or physical sensations that are a part of it.
Acceptance does not mean agreement or complacency. It means acknowledging whatever’s going on, which is a good idea because it’s already happening. We take action to change situations when appropriate – for our well-being and the well-being of others – but we do so out of compassion and understanding versus reaction and frustration.
Use the repetitive events of the day—the ringing telephone, a knock on the door, getting food—as cues for a mini-relaxation.
Tried the Tyree gin (from Isle of Tyree) in Edinburgh 3 years ago out of pure curiosity and was really impressed with how nicely it invokes the sea while not tasting disgusting. It was definitely a refreshing step away from the usual junipery or floral gin I frequent. A few weeks ago I was introduced to a California sea kelp gin (Gray Whale Gin) and really liked it too. I wonder how they compares.
Unfortunately TheGinIsIn does not have a review of Tyree. But based on the flavor profile break down of Gray Whale, I suspect I’m partial to herbal or floral gins, with the exception of Nolets.
It’s rare to have a satisfactory/watchable procedural nowadays. It’s either very corny or sloppy. (I couldn’t stomach The Blacklist–no matter how much I like James Spader.) Ever since Instinct, which tittered at the edge of being insufferable, The Prodigal Son has been my guilty pleasure of late. I don’t mind that it’s ridiculous and outlandish–I’m not watching it to learn how police or profiler or criminals work, nor am I watching it for gripping emotional intensity. I like that they randomly throw literary and historic references which often prompts me to go down Wikipedia rabbit holes. Plus it’s generally beautifully shot and is pleasant to look at. And you can’t argue that it’s always good to get a dose or two of Michael Sheen.
The first few sentences of this book charmed me. I always have a soft spot for clever humor. However, 1/10 through the book, I started to feel like my emotions are toyed with a bit too much for my liking.
First, I was appalled and thoroughly disappointed by Alistair’s behavior. Even though I feel like I understood it, and I can promise that I wouldn’t behave any more admirably in his shoes. However, I hold him, a character in a fiction, to a higher standard, perhaps unfairly. I almost couldn’t not continue. I felt like my heart was broken and I couldn’t bring myself to lift the book again. Until a few days later. And I was joyous to find the restored humanity within Alistair and was delighted with the demise awaits those other awful people, especially the despicable Sergeant Major. The author took such exquisite care to deliciously detail every inch of what had to be their ultimate epic destruction, but wait, no, they sailed on by. Oh well, at least Alistair had found Duggan and there was a new ray of hope to sustain me. As my spirit was gradually and reliably lifted, I was suddenly struck by the impending doom which I knew for almost certain. The author did it expertly and I was left in tatters.
Plays that moved me
2/28/20 London (Playhouse) Cyrano de Bergerac (James McAvoy)
6/3/18 NY (Public) Cyprus Avenue
9/28/17 SJ (Hammer) NT Live: Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead
5/3/13 NY (Gerald Schoenfeld ) Orphans (Alec Baldwin, Tom Sturridge, Ben Foster)
4/13/13 SJ (City Lights) Hedda Gabler
4/19/13 SJ (Olinder) Proof
5/27/10 London (Open Air) The Crucible
5/05/10 London (Lyttelton) The Habit of Art
4/2/06 Alameda (Altarena Playhouse) Death of a Salesman
ones I really enjoyed
2/27/20 London (Wyndham) Tom Stoppard’s Leopoldstadt
3/22/19 NY (Park Avenue Armory) The Lehman Trilogy (Simon Russell Beale, Ben Miles, Adam Godley)
3/20/19 NY (59e59) After
6/1/18 NY (Golden) Three Tall Women
6/21/16 NT Live: One Man Two Guvnors
4/3/16 PA (Aquarius) NT Live: Hangman
4/26/15 PA (Theatre) NT Live: A view from the bridge
11/5/14 NY (SAMUEL J FRIEDMAN) The Country House
11/5/14 NY (American Airline) The Real Thing
11/2/14 NY (Barrymore) The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
5/29/14 SJ (SJRep) The Big Meal
4/24/14 London (Olivier) A Small Family Business
4/23/14 London (Criterion) The 39 Steps
2/16/14 SJ (City Lights) Smell of the Kill
6/29/13 SC (Del Mar) NT Live: The Audience
5/19/13 SC (Del Mar) NT Live: This House
5/4/13 NY (McKittrick Hotel) Sleep No More
5/5/13 NY (Golden) Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike (Sigourney Weaver, David Hyde Pierce)
5/4/13 NY (Samuel J. Friedman) The Assembled Parties
3/24/13 SC (Del Mar) NT Live: Alan Bennett’s People
10/27/12 SJ (SJ Rep) Freud’s Last Session
10/19/12 NY (Classic Stage Theatre) Ivanov
10/14/12 NY (Walter Kerr Theater) The Heiress
03/22/12 SJ (SJ Rep) God of Carnage
10/16/11 SJ (City Lights) August: Osage County
5/26/10 London (Old Vic) The Real Thing
5/01/10 London (Criterion) The 39 Steps
2/1/09 Palo Alto (Lucie Stern) Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf
3/9/08 SJ (Stage Theatre) Glengarry Glen Ross
?/?/05 San Jose (SJ Rep) Making Tracks
fun ones
2/26/20 London (London County Hall) Agatha Christie’s Witness for the Prosecution
6/2/18 NY (American Airline) Travasties
3/8/17 TP (VieShow) NT Live: LES LIAISONS DANGEREUSES
4/10/16 SF (Curran) An Act of God
11/4/14 NY (Gerald Schoenfeld) It’s Only a Play
8/9/13 Palo Alto (Stanford) The Importance of Being Earnest
09/02/12 Alameda (Altarena) Private Lives
7/11/09 Sunnyvale (SCCT) The Importance of Being Earnest
The feels
2010/05 Royal Ballet – Chroma by Wayne McGregor
2012/11 國家戲劇院 – Rossini Cards, Mauro Bigonzetti – Fondazione Nazionale della Danza Aterballetto
2017/02 SF Ballet – Jiří Bubeníček’s Fragile Vessels, a new work commissioned for SF Ballet, set to Rach 2
2017/04 SF Ballet – GHOST IN THE MACHINE, Composer: Michael Nyman, Choreographer: Myles Thatcher
A few weeks ago, I sudden felt a craving for ballet. Luckily, SF Ballet’s season just started. I got to choose between Program 1 The Joy of Dance and Program 2 Modern Masters. It was this clip, an original short film by Ezra Hurwitz inspired by Justin Peck’s In the Countenance of Kings, that sold me.
The Joy of Dance consists of 3 dances — Helgi Tomasson’s Haffner Symphony set to Mozart’s Symphony No 35 in D, Jiří Bubeníček’s Fragile Vessels, a new work commissioned for SF Ballet, set to Rach 2, and Justin Peck’s In the Countenance of Kings with music composed by Sufjan Stevens.
Unfortunately, Haffner Symphony felt like a boring filler, but Fragile Vessels properly blew me away. Bubeníček employed a lot of classical techniques but he choreographed the piece with abandon. Every move the dancers made is with purpose. It has a lot of passion and heart. It’s not of desperation but of power and earnest to life. The second movement was particularly gripping. The choreography made the familiar Rach 2 sounds new and refreshing with nostalgic passages. The lighting and costume also accentuated the dance perfectly. The last time a ballet excited me so much was Wayne McGregor’s Chroma at the Royal Ballet (watched Chroma at SF Ballet as well, but was not impressed), but that didn’t even come close.
In the Countenance of Kings did not disappoint either. Justin Peck’s choreography matched Sufjan Stevens’s grand composition. It was busy and joyous, and I observed hints of jazz elements. It was such fun!
I love the two pieces so much so that I almost want to buy another ticket for the evening performance (I’m even willing to suffer through the hollow Haffner Symphony again). But I didn’t. Only because I want to go home to Daniel. Heehee..
Arya doesn’t like to go out. She doesn’t even like walks if it means going further than 100 meters away from home. She absolutely abhors car rides. She would always pant and prance. She would try to stand up and look outside, but not in a happy way. However, we discovered that piano music somehow calms her down. She would be pacing and agitated, but as soon as piano notes start to flow, she’d settle and lay her head down. So we ended up creating a playlist just for her, and we’ll make sure to put it on at the start of our journeys.
We adopted Arya (Aiya, 哎呀, puppy) on the labor day weekend of 2013. We were planning to go somewhere but we got lazy. Instead, because I wanted to look at cats at the shelter (even though we kind of agreed that the condo is not suitable for cat(s)), so we went to the shelter. At the shelter, the cat I wanted to entertain the idea of adopting was adopted already, so we went to check out the dogs, because Daniel loves dogs.
Daniel knew that there’s a beagle. She stood out among all the chihuahuas and the pitbulls. We checked her out through the glass. She sure was cute, and I noticed that unlike other dogs in the shelter, she was not excited when we show up at the window. She stayed in her bed, half acknowledged our presence. We went to the front desk to inquire about her and learned about her sappy story.
She was used as a breeding dog. Her vocal cord was removed and part of her ears were cut, for whatever reason. She was about 11-12 years old and she has been in the shelter for 3 weeks and no one really checked her out. Probably because of her age.
We went in to meet her.
I’m never a dog person and I was not familiar with dogs/how to deal with dogs. I didn’t know what to expect and I didn’t know how I was supposed to behave. But she was very mild. She just came over and smelled us for a bit. I think I found her acceptable. (Plus she did look adorable.)
We went home to sleep it over, because a life is not something to be rash about. And we decided, yes, we want to give her a home and we want to make the rest of her life as pleasant as possible to make up for her suffering (that we assumed she’s been through.)
You were never a puppy — when we first met you, you were already 11, allegedly. Your heartless previous owner only told the shelter that you were about 11. You were 24 pounds, a chubby little thing. (According to the record you gained 2 pounds the 3 weeks you were at the shelter. Probably because you were too cute looking. No one, except for the potential adopters, could resist.) You are always a puppy to us.
Your big eye balls, pudgy feet and cute paw paws. That’s why your official name, Aiya, never really stick. (Especially when you don’t answer to ANY name.) You’re our puppy, pup pup, puppilon (like papillon), lonlon.
I love it when it’s food time and you get so excited when we walk toward your food bucket. You’d jump so high. It’s your only energetic moment and you truly act like a puppy (not that I know what a puppy should be like.) Daniel would instruct you to sit (and you follow that command so well!) but I always enjoy your energy and enthusiasm very much.
I don’t care that you don’t do tricks. What do I need a dog that does tricks for? I just wanted to spoil you and make you as happy as you can be.
You deterioration happened so fast, but it feels like a lifetime ago when you were happily sniffing stuff in the house or on the grass, with your tail alertly raised, following invisible trails that lead you to nasty ivies or under the backyard deck.
I’m sad that I don’t have a chance to make you happy anymore. I’m sad that I don’t get to see you doing the stuff you like anymore. But I’m glad you don’t have to suffer anymore. :(
We didn’t ask to keep your ashes. (We chose cremation because we cannot bear your little body being eaten away by maggots, at best.) Because, what are we going to do with your ashes? It’s not you. When we eventually left the hospital, I couldn’t help but feeling like I was abandoning you. Even though I wasn’t. And you wouldn’t care even when you were alive. (You always happily walked away with them without even looking back.) I didn’t want to leave you. But I don’t think you care either way. More accurately, I didn’t want you to leave me. But you did, and there’s nothing I could do.
You brought me such joy that I never could imagine. I don’t understand why I bratty little thing can mean so much to me. You understand hand gestures/what we want you to do, but you only do it if you feel like it. You don’t like being touched, but when we seem to have forgot about you, you would walk over and demand some rubbing. I really really hope you enjoyed the three years you were with us. We really tried to make sure you’re happy and comfortable.
When I was in the bathroom, I remembered you’d poke your nose in, push the door wide open. You might even walk in, make your rounds, barely acknowledge my existence. It was kind of a nuisance but of course I secretly took it as your wanting to check up on me (even if it most likely wasn’t.) I would tap the door close once you’re in the bathroom with me and you would try to use your nose to nudge the door open. So cute.