I’ve been trying to avoid food pictures, but some days are just crappy and cooking can be a fun distraction. If I cooked it, it’s pretty much like practicing an art, right? Lolz.
I made this scrappy rendition of chicken 65 with a few materials on hand. Cubed boneless skinless thighs, tahini, red chill flakes, salt, black pepper, and Tapatìo hot sauce. I let it marinate for a bit, then tossed in a little flour and gave it a final mix. Fry it in inch-deep oil. Garish with sesame seeds and more red chili flakes. It turned out surprisingly well!

Life is transient. School, jobs, things, people come and go. These floor pillows have been with me for four years now. So many stories, so many pots of tea, so many friends staying over and crashing on these pillows. Life may be transient, but these pillows are mine forever (let’s hope).

Sunday afternoon spread. The General Muir’s baguette and chocolate croissant, East Pole’s Yirgacheffe single-origin in chemex, and homemade clementine preserves.

Birthday feast.

Ball is life. Friday evening, shooting hoops in my very own hood – Candler Park. Love this spot.

Today’s lunchtime escape: Rock Mill Park in Alpharetta, GA. Though it’s getting a bit too hot to do these midday walks in work clothes. That humidity, that heat. It’s gonna get too real soon. 🙈

Green tea and Interpreter of Maladies. These short stories are spectacular. I’ve never felt so emotionally conflicted from reading before. Oftentimes I’ll stop mid-paragraph, look up, exhale deeply, and ponder life. Ms. Lahiri, you inspire me to write more myself.

I’ve been sticking around work pretty late to avoid traffic. Some days I go to the gym, some days I just kick it and read or catch up on personal things. Today I sat outside in the back patio area and listened to Terri Lyne Carrington’s “The Mosaic Project: Love and Soul“. I sat there for two hours. Thinking, wondering, dreaming. It just felt right.

What a weekend. So glad my homies got to see my life in Atlanta and goon with me all weekend. We parted ways this morning, merely on three hours of sleep. Till next time fellas.

Kicking it with the fellas at the Lullwater Preserve at Emory. We came across this abandoned tower covered in graffiti. “Don’t survive. Live.” Too real.