That was my homework task:
My katana is twenty-four inches long.
Blade down, thrust up
It sings its single motion song.
My saya quenches its twenty-four inches thirst.
The tip, sinks down
A dance day after day rehearsed.
Earlier today, my dog kept sneaking bites from his shite, which compelled me to google, “dog eating poop.” I found this article in the event your dog has a case of eating-poop. After reading the article, I concluded my dog has dissociative identity disorder. He believes he is both follower and pack leader as described in this excerpt: “Submissive dogs will sometimes eat the stool of their dominant counterparts.”
I’ll observe him for the next few days. Hopefully a few extra treats at night will help curb his appetite for crap.
Everyone has a feel-good charm. You know, like a necklace that brings about good memories, or a favorite ice-cream or place or palette of colors that evoke happiness. Well, I have a few charms, and with the exception of marigolds and some other things, they are surprisingly food-related. One being sesame oil. The first and foremost memory that comes to mind whenever I buy sesame oil is the salt-pepper-sesame oil dipping sauce for korean bbq–an unequivocal guarantee for glee. So that’s what happened today while shopping at a Korean grocery store.
Now what is a food blog without food pictures? Photos taken with my blackberry, which is strangely white.