Whooo Boy

What a week. What a month. So much has happened and none of it is the most exciting of things. Bus broke down on a NYC trip. Got a wisdom tooth out. Had a cold that turned into a sinus infection after said extraction. That turned into a three day migraine. But we are here, and for the most part healthy. At least I can finally think. That’s what I hate most about migraines, the fog. I can get some minor tasks done, and usually push myself through work. But that’s it. No reading and definitely no writing. And I can only really watch things I have seen before because I go in and out of focus.

I feel like I wasted a whole week, but I try not to meditate on that. Here, let’s have a throw back to my trip down to the city.

Some delicious coffee and hotteok (Korean doughnut/pancake full of wonderment). This was from Grace Street Cafe. I had wanted to venture there for a while now for this doughnut-like treat, but every time I am in the city it is usually such a rush. This time, all we did was eat. Had some delicious fried chicken, some traditional doughnuts, french fries, yakitori, dumplings, you name it. We also ventured down to The Strand, a pretty famous bookstore to boasts 18 miles of books. It is a fun place to get lost in. I didn’t buy anything, but a few special editions caught my eye.  Oh, can’t forget the Whopper Jr. I had at the rest stop while we waited for a new bus. I regretted that one as you can imagine.

The year is coming to a close, and I don’t know about you, but I can feel it. There is a lot of potential change on my horizon and I have my fingers crossed that it all works out (good changes!). I think the break from writing was needed, I am feeling super motivated, and hope a can get some work done tomorrow morning. I also have added a few books to my next years Goodreads challenge. I have pre-ordered the Wicked King by Holly Black, because she is one of my first loves, and I read everything by her. I also want to read the Alice Network by Kate Quinn and Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens. Those two have a lot of buzz going on about them, and though they wouldn’t be typical picks of mine, I will take their great reviews for something. It is also good to branch out into other genres. I did borrow Artemis by Andy Weir from the library, but, I don’t have much expectations for any finished books for the rest of 2018. Who knows, maybe I will surprise myself.

The Importance of Idols

Let me start off by saying, as far as Idols go, my Mom and Dad are #1. I am thankful that they are so supportive in my life, and I am constantly inspired by both of them. When I was child I didn’t really care about anyone famous. To me they were unrealistic and unobtainable concepts of people. Fictional characters were another story. I know, so much more realistic. Namely, Indiana Jones and Lara Croft.

Okay, yes, I still obsess over them. No, my husband will not let me name our first born son Indiana.

Anthony Bourdain was probably the first ‘famous’ person who inspired me. I was in love with his show, No Reservations, and made my Mom buy all his books for me so I could read them. Thanks Mom! This was at a time where I read nothing other than YA Fantasy, so his writing opened up a whole new genre for me.

A little back story on me as a teenager. Specifically my eating habits. I was such a picky eater that we had a list on our fridge of food I would eat. I am not sure how many meals were listed on there, but if you ask my Stepfather he would probably say no more than ten. Now at this point I already had been bitten by the travel bug. It was like something clicked when I saw my first episode. It was the one where he went to Cambodia.  I think my Mom saved it because she knew I was obsessed with going to Cambodia (I still am, and will one day go).

Food and travel. What a wondrous mixture. I binge-watched as many seasons as possible. I read both Kitchen Confidential and a Cook’s Tour. Bourdain taught me how important food was to a culture. That it was more than just food, but a way of life, a history. And I wanted to try it all. I probably will never be able to go all the places I want to, but food fills some of that void.

So now I force my husband to eat all my ambitious cooking. Or, when I fail spectacularly, make him go out to eat at a new place. And dragging him to other countries when we can. Bless his homebody soul for putting up with my wanderlust. Also for making sure I don’t get hit by bicycles. I am a magnet to their two-wheeled power.

It is sad that we have lost Bourdain, but in the wake of his death it made me realize how important Idols are. I can’t say that everyone famous (or not famous) is worth your time, but I think it is inspiring to look up to people who are hard-working individuals. People who try to open our eyes, who try to make a difference in the world. Whether it be with writing, or music, or just being a decent human being. I like to follow people who motive me to be better, to work harder. Because when you see these people giving their all, it motivates you to as well.