Photo: ARMY bomb
Apr. 18th, 2022 02:34 pmThis is my ARMY bomb (also called 'lightstick' when you are going through TSA security in American airports because the last thing you want to mention is bombs to those guys). I bought it at a booth outside the stadium. The best part is that there was a pairing booth beside the purchase booth and they would sync it up to your seat for you. When the concert starts, you turn it on and it flashes different colours and patterns according to the set list. At one point, it spells out BTS and ARMY in the seats. I wasn't planning on getting one but when I saw the pairing booth, I considered they were taking care of the confusing part for me and I caved. Supposedly, I can use it at the next concert (should I ever make it to one). And of course they sell 'decorating kits,' but I'm fine with plain. These were some of the bombs which were ordered for the Map of the Soul tour which was cancelled because of the pandemic. And there were photocards (wallet sized photos of the boys) inside. So win-win!
It works outside of the concert, too. Just lights up and flashes. No colour.

It works outside of the concert, too. Just lights up and flashes. No colour.

Photo: Books!
Dec. 7th, 2021 12:06 pmI have never been one to brag about material things, but I do think I have one of the best collections of Christmas mystery short stories in the world!!
Santa climbs up and down the ladder to music, and he absolutely knows if you've been bad or good or have committed an undetected Yuletide-related crime!

Santa climbs up and down the ladder to music, and he absolutely knows if you've been bad or good or have committed an undetected Yuletide-related crime!

Photos: the beach!
Nov. 2nd, 2021 10:28 amThe boys, their father, and I went to the ocean (3 hours away) for 2 nights, and we had a good time. It was nice to walk along the shore and wake up to the sound of the ocean and watch the little birds and pick up shells. Most of the shells I picked up were of the large, thick, sturdy kind.



( sunrise & rocks )



( sunrise & rocks )
Photo: Pink!
Oct. 23rd, 2021 08:48 amSo, October is BTS' Jimin's birthday month, and pink Jimin is the best Jimin, and I discovered my Korean neighbor is a hairdresser. So last night, he and his wife came to my apartment and colored my hair pink. This is the first time IN MY LONG LIFE I've ever had my hair colored, and I like it. I have a serious self-loathing phobia of photographs, and I don't take selfies, but I tried for the sake of the pink.
( An old lady with pink hair - borahae Mister Jimin! )
( An old lady with pink hair - borahae Mister Jimin! )
October Food
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I have been browsing through the coffee table book Paradise Gardens: the world's most beautiful Islamic gardens by Monty Don and Derry Moore. Lovely gardens, and my favorite photo is one of the Palais Lamrani Riad in Marrakech. In my next life, I will make it Morocco and and see this.
The one below is a line of date palms in the Lodi Gardens in Delhi. I thought it looked delightfully atmospheric.


The one below is a line of date palms in the Lodi Gardens in Delhi. I thought it looked delightfully atmospheric.


Yahtzee: My Poem: Mean Pitch: Gen
May. 26th, 2021 04:06 pmTitle: Mean Pitch
Poetic form: English sonnet
Number of Lines: 14
Word Count: 99
Rating: Gen
Prompt: mean
Summary: a sonnet about an abandoned football/soccer field [inspired by photo below]
it’s a mean pitch. it’s lacking distinction
from fields abandoned only by faint line
it’s dull and almost worn to extinction
by discrimination like turpentine
it’s a mean pitch. contemptible and poor,
of sparse and spartan grass, of no regard,
its scars, by undignified force majeure,
are old, common, dishonorable, hard
fresh teams of evil might’ve played there once
so long ago no one remembers well
spikes scourging soil while all the world played dunce
and tournaments were held at hell’s own hell
it’s a mean pitch. a dead deserted pyre
where hangs a rusted whistle on barbed wire.

Poetic form: English sonnet
Number of Lines: 14
Word Count: 99
Rating: Gen
Prompt: mean
Summary: a sonnet about an abandoned football/soccer field [inspired by photo below]
it’s a mean pitch. it’s lacking distinction
from fields abandoned only by faint line
it’s dull and almost worn to extinction
by discrimination like turpentine
it’s a mean pitch. contemptible and poor,
of sparse and spartan grass, of no regard,
its scars, by undignified force majeure,
are old, common, dishonorable, hard
fresh teams of evil might’ve played there once
so long ago no one remembers well
spikes scourging soil while all the world played dunce
and tournaments were held at hell’s own hell
it’s a mean pitch. a dead deserted pyre
where hangs a rusted whistle on barbed wire.

Photo: Origins
Feb. 12th, 2021 10:41 pmI've been hesitating about posting this, thinking it might be too navel-gazing, not interesting to anyone but myself, but here goes. So Minor (age 9) has a country project for school and picked Rwanda (his father's Rwandan) and I got him a book about Rwanda from the library and lo and behold.

This is where okapi comes from. The back of the minvan says OKAPI CAR. It was a transportation company that ran between Butare and Kigali when I lived there many, many years ago. It was known for reckless driving and speed. It has since gone out of business.
But when my father died a couple of years after I left Rwanda, he left me his minivan, so I called it okapi (after the Rwandan business) and when I was searching for a username for my AO3 account seven years later, I picked the nickname for the car (which I still drive!). I had no idea how much significance the name would come to have for me. It really is a huge part of my identity now. More often than not, I think of myself as okapi. And it was sort of incredible to open a book and see the very beginning of it, a seed which was planted seventeen years ago.

This is where okapi comes from. The back of the minvan says OKAPI CAR. It was a transportation company that ran between Butare and Kigali when I lived there many, many years ago. It was known for reckless driving and speed. It has since gone out of business.
But when my father died a couple of years after I left Rwanda, he left me his minivan, so I called it okapi (after the Rwandan business) and when I was searching for a username for my AO3 account seven years later, I picked the nickname for the car (which I still drive!). I had no idea how much significance the name would come to have for me. It really is a huge part of my identity now. More often than not, I think of myself as okapi. And it was sort of incredible to open a book and see the very beginning of it, a seed which was planted seventeen years ago.