My first Gi

A change that most people don’t know about since I moved to Shanghai is this: I started training Brazilian Jiu … Continue reading My first Gi

Sit Down At the Table With Yourself

23 days until India and I can’t find any music that makes sense to me anymore except remixes of the … Continue reading Sit Down At the Table With Yourself

“And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time…” -Death Cab for Cutie, … Continue reading Holy Kimchi, It’s Been a Month Already

Occasionally a day blends into an evening blends Into night Seamlessly Lightly Almost too lightly And I lose a … Continue reading Losing Days Like Blinking

The other day I went off on a mini-tirade about some of the reasons that being twenty-three (or in any … Continue reading Twenty-Three–Cooling Off That Crucible