I've been here before

Two years ago
and two year before
that
the moment
before
the days before
I have chosen reliable
over fun
Chosen fun
over reliable again
back and forth in
swinging steady
like wind that reacts to one
wall
and then hits the other
back and forth
the Spring comes late this year
the Sun dares
to glare
we wear colors
reminiscent
of its finer days
beckoning it to hear
our inner cries
for vitamin d
I have been here before
in between
the moment before a choice
the very thrilling
stillness
before an option
knowing its coming
I prepare
it won't be a teeter
totter this time
neither either or
this time it will be
that doesn't wobble
standing strong on
my stake in the ground

the smell of green
and the feel of dirt
under my feet
I stop and go
in order not to sink

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/01/28/world/europe/28iht-quota.html?pagewanted=2&ref=europe

http://atwar.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/02/12/marja-50-years-ago-model-villages-and-american-money/?ref=global-home

Snow Accumulation

When we were little
all we wanted was to see
how some small little pieces
of crunchy white water
could turn into white mounds
of powder
we wanted it to turn green pines
into large white triangles
we want to fall into an abyss of white
in the backyard
I never believed that a enough
would fall from the sky
to give us that
but now the city has shut down

Butterfly Park

On the way to Malaysia

it's extra great to b n London. The pots of tea, the actual porcelain cups @ the coffee shop, the light and flaky croissant w actual flavor that I loved savoring, and the marginally more investment onthe aesthetics of things, the apparent lack of American top 40s on the cafe speakers...it is really good to b out.

....It was a long trip. But it was fun. I had 8 meals in the same clothes and most of it was on my clothes by the end of the travel. Tuesday January 26 lasted four hours for me. It was the shortest day of my life. It was spent in a cafe in London airport.

At 6 AM once we arrived to London we went to the wrong terminal and had to run backwards on the walking escalator in a silent Heathrow. It was funny, with those fluorescent lights, my colleague running in front of me with her large pillow in hand, us laughing at such a strange hour in the morning.

The bus to the other terminal was so long we thought we were somewhere in central London by the time we arrived. Going through security there was about 20 little Kenyan children waiting with four of those people who watch over others I can't remember their names, and their heads were covered in different colors of orange and yellow.

It was nice to be in europe again. I bought both of Stieg Larson's books.

Malaysia- view from my hotel room

It is perfectly humid and hot. Perfectly calm and peaceful. It tastes delicious. It's pluralistic. But most importantly, its remarkably and indulgently GREEEEEN.