- Giving up spending on luxury goods. Even though I sincerely love and appreciate them for the splendor of craftsmanship, etc. I want to re-evaluate how much value my heart places on these and ascertain whether I have self-control in the heart over this personal passion, or not.
- Killing Busyness. Currently thinking of the action I need to take to do this appropriately and accordingly to my unique build but I believe it might mean me taking even a more intentional kind of Sabbath. I already refrain from work on a designated day, but I believe God is calling me to do more, because I am such a doer, doer, doer, even in my supposed “rest”. Perhaps he is calling me to eschew plans entirely and contemplate and befriend stillness in this way. He knows I do not know stillness well.
Morning meeting & tour with The American Institute of Architects team.
It is good to see them doing good work.
I didn’t know this about @aianational , but it puts much of its efforts into working to offer design education to as many students they can from K-12 highschool to college. Many of us, including myself are privileged to have access to education around art and design every day. Some forget how special it is to have the freedom of choice to pursue any dream.
Tackling accessibility in all its forms is something I hope to work for and serve every day.
As I was heading back to my office, my thoughts went to a letter by President John Adams that says this:
“I must study politics and war, that our sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy. Our sons ought to study mathematics and philosophy, geography, natural history and naval architecture, navigation, commerce and agriculture in order to give their children a right to study painting, poetry, music, architecture, statuary, tapestry and porcelain.”
Wall murals on turquoise backdrop were installed as a result of a competition the AIA and the Housing Preservation and Collaboration collaborated on.
This photo is an example of the kind of worksheets they use to educate the kids.
I am glad to be working with them.
Louis Roederer sparkles!
In America, there are many people who love their Moets and their Veuve Cliquots…. but I’m pleading here ….when I ask you to consider trying a Roederer instead, because it so. much. better. So many New Yorkers shoot for the Veuves and I fear their loyalty to the brand or introduction to is due to lot more marketing than merit.
Masi Costasera Amarone Classico 2010 – like syrup and basilica, just so much fantastic! If you had to choose one wine to try on this list, I’d have you get this one.
Lioco “Happy Cooking” Mendocino, California 2016, Chardonnay – light, but so incredibly deep and fun. It’s quite difficult to find it, but perhaps the Lioco might interest you and you can try another wine from the producer 🙂 They also offer tours for any Californians or visitors. I’ve yet to go, but I’m dreaming of going one day.
Pouilly Fuisse Louis Jadot Charddonay 2016 – such an easy wine, and fairly easy to find. Other years weren’t bad as I tried. Just such a perfect, solid, in the $20 range, will continually impress myself, will also aid in avoiding stress when looking for the appropriate bottle for a social occasion kind of wine.
One of Alain Ducasse’s favorites: La Dentelle Bugey Cerdon Methode Ancestrale rose demi sec
2016 LANGUEDOC PIC SAINT LOUP ROSÉ
Ermitage du Pic Saint Loup – I enjoyed it and..don’t remember it for it’s flavor profile, but I remember the day it was drunk on. Because it was Valentine’s 🙂 Silly me. For keeping it on this list. Oh well! (That’s me :))
Domaine Roger & Christopher Moreux 2016 Les Bouffants (Sancerre) – I’m cheating here, I don’t recall what this tasted like, but it was on my “Susan’s impressed list” and the list is quite tight.
Lucien Lardy 2017 Beaujolais – Village – a fizzy personality, but so easy to sip and so easy as a pairing with heartier dishes too 🙂
I don’t drink as much wine anymore largely because my days are intense and often run through the night (lots of work and study these days) and I have to keep my health and alertness on average and day to day quite tight.
It’s a pity as I love wine, and the way for me to learn more about it is to keep drinking and exploring, but one must set some passions aside, for other passions to thrive 🙂 And I’m cool with that at 26. In recent years, I’m also earnestly trying to live a life of simplicity as my values are evolving and I also have a strong sense of responsibility in being a new business owner so these affect my wine habits too (and in all honesty, I am not able to spend $50 dollars casually on wine bottles anymore for ~casual consumption~ . (Today, I buy wine if it’s in the company of another, or for another etc instead of like before when I would just collect bottles and bottles to try because I love wine so and want to try everything and drink wine alone all the time!))
There goes my ADD again. Anywhoo! Please, please consider ordering one of these online as they are very. much. SUSAN APPROVED!
Now, I must go do some of my French homework before doing more work on ATEM
I was scrambling to make a deadline for ATEM, but I was creatively “stuck”. After grabbing a late night drink with Andrew at The Penrose and a burger with Joanne, we made this ad in the wee hours in 10 minutes.
This is what we came up with.
The font style is not “I love”
But I like the vibe.
God is very, berry good.
Friday, October 11, 2019_Notes of the last night.
“A meta-analysis of 28 studies of women and girls aged 14 and older who had had non-consensual sex obtained through force, threat or incapacitation found that 60% of these victims didn’t acknowledge that they had been raped.
The stories behind the shockingly high numbers show one key reason that sexual assault often isn’t reported right away: it’s common for victims to need time to acknowledge what’s happened to them.
Labelling of unwanted sexual experiences is generally a gradual process, and one of the hallmarks of PTSD is emotional or behavioural avoidance of reminders of the trauma. In fact, 75% of the people who contact centres run by the organisation Rape Crisis England and Wales are seeking support for an assault that took place at least a year earlier.
Not only is there no link between how quickly someone reports an assault and how genuine this allegation is, but a number of social and psychological factors keep assault survivors from processing their experiences immediately.” – BBC
“One in six women in the United States will become a victim of sexual assault in her lifetime. Eighty percent of those rape victims will know their assailant—which leads to 20 percent, the number of assaults that will ever be reported in light of the massive societal barriers preventing victims from speaking out against a familiar face.
No one wants to talk about rape. Not your best friend. Not your boyfriend. It is too horrific a topic to wrap our brains around, and most people simply shut off if you begin to share your story. Then the questions and the doubt are near immediate: Did you say no? Did you fight back? How did it still happen? Did you fight hard enough? Were you flirting? Were you drinking? Did you scream? Did you cry? Did you go to the police?
With each question comes a whole new wave of self-doubt. Did I fight hard enough? Why didn’t I scream? Were my “no’s” loud and many enough? Did he see my tears? Did I lead him on??” – Sarah Bertness
I’ve known seeing someone I love point a kitchen knife to their neck, to their belly.
I’ve known being choked to the point the still lights above me started glimmering and dancing.
I’ve known saying no feebly in my drugged stupor so many times as he tried to take off my bra.
I’ve known engaging in meaningless sex to drown out pain
I’ve known the persistency of the pain of feeling unloved, rejected, abandoned that resided and was rooted in with my soul.
I’ve known denial.
I’ve known the sounds of police cars and the cold, professional voices of inquisitors.
I’ve known measuring the bicep of my arm with the circle formed between my index finger and my thumb to make sure I did not get any bigger— “the only thing I could control”. I laugh.
I’ve known the hollow crevices of walls and floor-beds where I laid with my back, wanting to sink in until I disappeared.
I’ve known crying tears and screaming loud, bellowing out versions of sounds I no longer remember–not human, not animal– wanting it all to go away.
My dad and I didn’t talk for nearly two years when the divorce was officially about to come into action on the legal side. Prior to that, we barely saw each other, and it was complicated.
I still remember the first day we tried we tried to meet again. It was while I was still working at Barneys New York. Winter. We met at dinner in Koreatown. I was beyond nervou, kind of like how I was this time– for different reasons though. I saw him then, and I burst out crying. I couldn’t stop crying all throughout dinner. I was so happy ad so confused. I think my dad was too.
This weekend, there was a semblance of stability, and a bit of real, solid, long interactions of healthy emotion.
I’m happy to see our relationship developing in new ways, and in loving, healthy ways.
I can’t compare it to the past, because it is not anything like the past. The relationship I had with my dad then was nothing I wish for a child.
I am grateful to be getting back the years we lost.
This weekend was a great weekend.
I write this, because I am a living testimony of what happens when you choose radical openness and vulnerability, and you choose love and healing and looking for the ONWARDS as your targeted outcome over anything else.
Trust me on this. No two experiences are ever the same, I know :). And I will never understand fully what you went through or are going through, but I’ve been through it all in my own unique way with the pops.
I’m with you. I see you. Look at love. Explore God. I believe he is the only one who will ever understand the depths of our souls, for I believe he created them.
At some point, you just have to stop focusing on the brokenness and look at what you can start mending.
God is good.
Written on 9.25.2019