emperor of all maladies | ormen

I finished reading Siddhartha Mukherjee's biography on cancer (The Emperor of All Maladies). Throughout my read, I had to take breaks to write and sort out my own thoughts and memories. I have seen cancer take away people in the family, I have seen cancer take away people I have known through work and friendships, … Continue reading emperor of all maladies | ormen


I have a terrible weakness for cherries. A bowl of plump, red cherries is my Achilles' heel. I have rhapsodied about them before. It all started one fine morning in Portland, when I had been visiting a lovely friend there. She introduced me to the heaven that was Rainier cherries, and I developed an addiction … Continue reading Cherries

Puerto Rico

I took off to Puerto Rico for my summer vacation. It was a lovely place, of thunderstorms and warm seas, of coconut fronds and white sands, of people laid back, warm-hearted, and beautiful. There were rainforests and caves. There were luminescent bays and sparkling waterfalls. I spent a significant portion of my week's vacation in a swim-suit. … Continue reading Puerto Rico

trampolines | the art of giving (up)

As I often complain to those who listen, making a functional, reliable, cost-effective product at scale isn't the same as making an overly expensive, replaceable piece of hand-bling. It takes a great deal of good management and luck to bring teams who make the second to  be successful at the first. The organization I work for … Continue reading trampolines | the art of giving (up)

Palm Sunday | Easter

Religious occasions have a way of bringing certain concepts to the forefront of my thoughts: the concepts of family, home, and belonging. Perhaps it is because I grew up in a mostly religious family, and there were many religious institutions during my childhood. I was not fond of religion back then. I liked the peripherals. … Continue reading Palm Sunday | Easter

O fortuna | moshpit tuna

I got to attend one more Carmina Burana! Every year, there are some crowdpleasers on the symphony rota,  and the Carmina Burana is one of them, and the crowd in me is pleased by this annual treat. It was a full audience. I wrote feedback, as I did in years past, that they should make a mosh … Continue reading O fortuna | moshpit tuna

the last realm | no safe place

When I first read the Quenta Silmarillion, Melian's lands behind the girdle was an idea I clung to - the last safe space, the last domain where good still held sway. There was madness and fighting in Beleriand, there were fanatics and fools beyond the lands held safe by Melian's magic, and there was only … Continue reading the last realm | no safe place

singing bowls | alive

I remember the first time I stepped into a Buddhist curiosity shop. They had Tibetan singing bowls there. The shopkeeper ran the pestle around the stone. The sounds were melodious, in harmony, and I had never heard anything similar before. There are horrifying stories about gender discrimination and sexism coming out in the wake of … Continue reading singing bowls | alive