I have written of my love for the work of K.J. Parker prior in my book recommendation for his novel The Folding Knife. He is the perfect example of the quality of writings that can be found when casually browsing the library or used book store; which has been a favourite pastime for my entire adult life.
I came across the last two books for The Fencer Trilogy, Book 2 The Belly of the Bow and Book 3 The Proof House while doing exactly that in the used book stores at Pike Place in Seattle (whilst sipping on a Starbucks made at the original Starbucks I might add).
I can’t quite explain the excitement I get when I stumble across such gems. I end up spending hours searching for more at an almost frantic pace like an addict hoping to find a secret and forgotten stash.
For Book 1 Colours of Steel I turned to Amazon as I suspected it would be more than difficult to locate K.J. Parker’s work at my local Chapters and I knew it was not available at my library. Besides, I love Amazon and I was (and still am) backlogged with dozens of books waiting to be read; I had ample time to wait for it to be delivered by mail.
The contrast in the books here as well as the Budai (laughing Buddha), wrestler and sword clearly reflects the internal conflict in me, and maybe many of you as well. Waiting to be read there: The Tao of Physics, An Exploration of the Parallels Between Modern Physics and Eastern Mysticism by Fritjof Capra. Maybe that will help with said internal conflict (insert winky face here).
“This sun is beating down too hot, too early. Can’t you see how this new spring is fooling the trees? They like it at first, unfurling their leaves in premature green, then July hits and they think it’s September. It’s so much like us. Sometimes, I swear we build things before thinking about repercussions. Because… […]
Writing that has lost elegance, a mere drop in the vastness of oceans. Words of cultivated beauty, careful crafted and un belittled, a surge disputing calm seas.
Well, not quite yet – but as of today, Indiot (Isabella Maxwell’s Escapades Book 2) is available for pre-sale on Amazon. This was my plan, all along – to make it available well before the release day, which I have scheduled for 16 July, but for some reason I was in a state of analysis paralysis […]
Over the last year, I have become more and more interested in Financial Independence, Early Retirement and creating a better ‘money consciousness’. I read through almost the entire back catalogue on Mr Money Moustache’s site and other financial blogs. I started to pay off my debts, researching investment funds and tracking my spending. I also […]
A mournful gaze upon a world gone grey. Life and color have faded; worn away, only witnessed by the last living gaze. The last colors linger there on her worn frame, tired is she with the weight of the years. Joys she has seen, yes, joys–but sorrows to; she is witness to all upon her […]
I visited Benja Thai Restaurant upon my return trip from a weekend away in Osoyoos. I recall quite clearly voicing hesitation about Thai food in the middle of the mountains of Canada. Yet we decided to give it a go, which turned out to be an excellent decision.
Benja Thai Restaurant is owned and operated by the Chaicomdee family, restauranteurs who immigrated from Thailand in 1989 living in several locations before setting up shop in Keremeos. Thus authentic Thai food in the heart of the Okanagan!
They did not disappoint. The atmosphere was soothing, reminisce of a Buddhist temple, complete with soft playing music and antique Thai decorations. That menu opens with a one page story of Thai dining culture and etiquette that was both informative and interesting; it also altered how I consumed my delicious lunch, slowly savouring each bite.
I suggest the lunch specials which allow you to try several favourites, curry of you choice, pad thai, spring roll, salad and rice. The full menu is loaded with items that I will be delighted to try on my next drive through town.
And I will be back. Most of my dining in the Okanagan is at the wineries and is very enjoyable if a touch formal. Benja Thai provides a welcome alternative especially before or after the long drive.
As a restauranteur I have a certain appreciation for my peers and their efforts. As such I like to share with others the spots I am most found of. I believe there is room for all of us to prosper. You can find me every day in the restaurants I am partner in at www.glowbalgroup.com.
I have FaceBook to thank for reminding me of this beautiful poem when it displayed my FaceBook post sharing Love Poem XIV by Pablo Neruda four years ago today. The final line in this piece is one even those who claim to not love poetry will recognize.
Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.
You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.
The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.
You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.
Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.
How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.
My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
One step towards being financially free is the ability to trim the fat on your expenses. Below are just a few of questions I asked myself and used when I combed over my budget to start trimming the fat! Are there things that you’re paying for out of pure convenience? Things that you really could be doing yourself but […]