What’s your favorite time of day?
Mornings. I’m a lark. It’s when I’m at my highest energy level.
What’s your favorite time of day?
Mornings. I’m a lark. It’s when I’m at my highest energy level.
I prefer to keep my cooking in the realm in which I can wing it without great a risk of disaster. Otherwise, it becomes too much like a science lab, and that’s a lot of pressure.




hill slope trees
like staggering figures:
soon swallowed in fog.
All wish to return,
Hoping others will come:
A clear water ride
Where strange flowers bud,
And lime-green parrots fly
The willows, to and from --
The mountain folk arrive
Deep bowls fill with wine...
To take a life beyond
And not end in ash,
But still be of nature;
Who's up to that task?
NOTE: The late Tang Dynasty poet, Sikong Tu (a.k.a. Ssŭ-k‘ung T‘u,) wrote an ars poetica entitled Twenty-Four Styles of Poetry. It presents twenty-four poems that are each in a different tone, reflecting varied concepts from Taoist philosophy and aesthetics. Above is a crude translation of the thirteenth of the twenty-four poems. This poem’s Chinese title is 精神, and it has been translated as: “Essential,” “Animal Spirits,” and “Spirit.”
Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.
Going for a walk this morning. (I’m like a dog that way…. except I don’t pee during my walks… usually.)