God, too good

This week has been too good to me.

First, my friend from Chicago visits, resulting in late night sushi, beer pong (water pong for me), fat salmon bagels, grapefruit sherbet, lots of shopping, and a movie.
Then it was Major Lazer on Sunday and Marathon Monday.

Now this.

Animals, lace, and pearls.
Fruit and art!?

Leila Ataya, ladies and gentlemen.


The Floating World

We’ve been looking alot at ukiyo-e prints in my Japanese Art and Architecture Class.

Ukiyo-e is a term derived from Buddhism, literally meaning “floating world.” There was this idea that life had an impermanence to it, that it was almost unreal. Reality is only an illusion. Thus, it was essential to meditate on your present state of consciousness because that was all you were sure you had. In other words, focus on the now because the past and the future is unobtainable. Words of wisdom.

So styles and themes in ukiyo-e prints were steadily changing, like a “floating world.” If you pick up a ukiyo-print and examine the patterns on the kimono, the knot of the hair, or the body language of the subjects, you’ll know what was in style in that specific moment when that print was created. Themes ranged from women, to nature, to theater, and even to sex. Guess you gotta immerse yourself in the moment when that happens.

Kitagawa Utamaro, Portrait of a Woman, Coquettish Type, from "The Series of Ten Physiognomic Types of Women," ca. 1792

Kitagawa Utamaro, Beauty in Front of Mirror, 1750

Katsushika Hokusai’s Great Wave of Kanagawa is probably one of the best recognized ukiyo-e prints.
There are countless modern takes and reproductions of it. I have the Kozy Bunny on my wall, yeeeeee!


Katsushika Hokusai, Great Wave of Kanagawa, 1830

Unknown, Wave of the Future

Unknown, Great Monkey Wave

Unknown, Kozy Bunny Wave

I’m also moving into my own apartment soon. What do you think?



Something about Peonies

I recently fell in love with this flower. It looks very demanding. Doesn’t it look kind of like a mouth?

When I told my boyfriend about it, he was like, “Oh, it’s like a rose tulip.”

Tulips have been my favorite flower ever since my mother started planting them in our front garden while I secretly cut them with my safety scissors. And there’s something about roses that really get me, too. So when my boyfriend made that comment, I got really excited and fell more in love with the peony. With him too, of course.

Regarded by the Chinese as an omen of good fortune, a peony will definitely do me some good.

I’ll draw one on my wrist to get me through the next couple of days.

A Toast! to new beginnings

I skipped my poetry class to register this blog.

I know, I know. So much for “new beginnings” and being good and organized and taking my meds on time and positive thinking and all that, but if I hadn’t skipped poetry and lazily sauntered downstairs to make a salad and read the short story “Babette’s Feast,” I wouldn’t have come up with this awesome idea.

THIS awesome idea of blogging about food and health and wellbeing. Where I can finally admit that I am just a lost college student who isn’t cultured. I can blog honestly about that. I don’t have to fill my blog with organic recipes and pictures of beautiful European or exotic looking food that, let’s be honest here, the normal person can not conjure up in, was it ten minutes you said?

On a more serious note, I’ve been pretty unhealthy all my life and I’m sure I sweat pharmaceuticals. The thing is that all these meds had such awful side effects and they didn’t even work that well. Plus, you throw in five egotistic doctors who make it their last resort to cooperate with each other and you start overdosing and getting hurt. When I went cold turkey on a few pills and started watching what I ate, things actually got better. Then I mentally cleared up and went back to what I always liked doing: reading and art.

Just received some bad news from home, so I need something to keep me grounded. So I’ll blog for now.

I’ll blog and eat and art around.