Category Archives: General

A Recap Fit for the Dog(wood)s

While the workplace has been kicking my ass, and the world around us ignites further divisive explosions, summer is creeping up on me. I need to slow things down and refocus on what’s truly important. That means pausing to appreciate the Chinese dogwood trees in full bloom now, as the peonies finish their spectacular show, and the hydrangeas just begin their longer run of pastel pink to see us into the official summer season. We are almost there, and it’s time to take it easy.

A scent for the crux of spring and summer is anything but imaginary. 

A simple guide on how to speak my language.

My bestie has a birthday.

It’s such a fine line between a scrotal sac and Kim Kardashian’s butthole

How to topple a fox.

Our long-awaited return to Ogunquit began in beautiful form.

A walk along the Marginal Way worked to restore the soul.

A good-night to Ogunquit… until next time. 

Dazzlers of the Day included Ariana Grande, David Hogg, Bowen Yang, James Scully, and Miles Davis Moody.

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A Fox Both Fragile and Evil

Fox News has been a blight on America for as long as I can remember, and it’s only getting worse. They played an integral part in the degradation of truth and honest reporting that has now gravely imperiled our country, feeding lies to their viewers and building a base of hateful rhetoric that is only just beginning to come to violent fruition. Now there’s a way we each might be able to do a small part in dismantling the hold they have over a certain segment of America, and find our way back to truth and patriotism. America is worth that work. Check out the plan in the video below, and visit this site to take part

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Maintaining Imagination

One of the things that I have retained since childhood is my imagination. I live and breathe through my imagination, which is why I’ve never had a problem being alone for magnificent stretches at a time. It’s not always helpful, and in my younger years my imagination may have gotten away from me and stolen some focus that might have been helpful at opportune times, but overall it’s been a benefit. 

The best part of it means that I’m rarely if ever bored. I can find something of interest in the most mundane and drab of circumstances. The this section of a rug in our living room. While doing some minor calisthenics the other day, I paused to observe the design of it. Most people just walk over it, possibly noting its color or shade, or the comfort of it after a walk on the hardwood. I see several other things in its design: a cute puppy, a regal lion, a wizened wizard, a scrotal sac, a vase filled with tulips, a boring butterfly, and Kim Kardashian’s butthole. 

The imagination at work: passing the time with flights of fancy not requiring a boarding pass or a mask.

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How to Speak My Language

You don’t have to be fluent in mind-reading to understand what I’m saying, and I’ll boil it all down in this simple translation guide. (Print this out and keep it on your person for when we correspond.)

Sounds good = Sounds good

No worries = No worries

It’s fine = It’s not fine

I’m fine = Get the fuck away from me. Yesterday.

Any questions? 

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A Recap Filled with Pride

The month of Pride is upon us, and what a happy month it is. June has burst in with all her glory, brimming with peonies and irises and roses – the happiest flowers of the year on full display. As such, my attention was rightfully focused outside, and not in front of a lap-top, so we slip into the lazy summer posting schedule with glad disarray. Here’s a brief recap of what went down…

Some of those aforementioned peonies in their prime

Our return to Ogunquit will be more fully documented in a bit, so for now feast your eyes on the wonderful Bed & Breakfast which became our home-away-from-home

Following a friend’s lead to find beauty

A separate summer peace.

The first flowering of the Itoh peony

An almost-summer song for Better Days.

A scarcity of stars, as happens from time to time.

The peppy petunia.

Another summer song: no one is to blame.

Dazzlers of the Day included Leyna Bloom and Mark MacKillop.

 

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Following a Friend’s Lead to Find Beauty

These charming blooms belong to the Black-eyed Susan vine, Thunbergia alata. Our friend Carol grows these on her foot porch, and after seeing how glorious they performed there one summer I decided to try one out this year, and it’s already proven a spectacular success. These cheery flowers alone are worth putting in at least one pot somewhere where they can entwine and enchant with their vigorous vining arms. 

They rightfully bring focus to our backyard patio, where all the summer action is at, and why there will be the usual lighter posting schedule in these parts. It’s June, and I don’t want to miss a minute of this beautiful time of the year. The month of summer is at hand, brilliantly reflected in the sunny smile of these flowers…

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Unofficial Summer Start Recap

Kicking off the unofficial start to the summer season with a recap feels like a fittingly retro move while Mercury is in retrograde, so without wasting any more time on the new, let’s look back over the old of the past week. Also, enjoy these peony flowers as seen at the Mandarin Oriental Boston. 

Monochromatic serenity.

Wearing reading glasses because I’m old…er.

These are just three of my favorite things

The girl with the lost smile.

Summer mac salad by Andy.

A chartreuse reminder of the fleeting moment at hand. 

Sweet perfume for the season.

Madonna in flux or at crux?

Windflowers for a dramatic pause.

Another Boston adventure with Kira begins.

A witch in Boston passes our way.

Boston bewitching

Not bothered or bewildered.

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The Time for Menu Glasses Has Come

You may call them reading glasses, but I’m sticking to ‘menu glasses’ since that’s when they have become mandatory for me. I’ve needed them for years, and it’s finally time to give in and admit my blindness, particularly when that dimly-lit restaurant augments its lack of light with a menu that uses a size 9 font in a faint gray color in fucking italics. 

While I have embraced the opportunity for accessorizing, these glasses are more of a pain in the ass than a fun chance to show off coordinating colors. Sometimes, even with the right strength, they give me a headache or make me dizzy. Other times they don’t fit quite right and end up aching my nose or temples. Mostly they are a reminder, not entirely unwelcome, that I’m advancing in age like everyone, and am now part of the menu glasses crew. It’s a position my eyes have earned, and as long as I can still see, with whatever help one can get, I will be grateful. 

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An Unfiltered Recap, If You Think You Are Ready

The flowers here carry their own natural vibrance, so brilliant that there is no need of filtering or photoshopping for them to shine. This blog likes to keep things as natural and simple as possible (for the most part) and so we let the flowers shine in all aspects of brilliance or subtlety. It’s a lovely way to begin the short work week before a holiday weekend that traditionally kicks off the summer, but let’s go over the past week briefly before getting into it…

Making waves in the pool again.

Maintaining a sense of calm amid the chaos

The prick of a Tom Ford rose.

Spring, falling away like cherry blossom petals.

Country roses.

Turning my super-serious childhood on its head.

Our long-awaited return to the Beautiful Place By the Sea.

Vintage lilacs.

Chartreuse life.

Andy and I celebrated our 12th wedding anniversary in Boston

What is there to say upon a dozen years of wedded bliss?

Quietly expressing gratitude and appreciation for all the love.

The one Dazzler of the Day more than held his own – this is Ricky Schroeder in his second crowning.

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Chartreuse Life

With bark of blazing coral, this maple’s early shade of chartreuse offers double the bang for its buck. It will largely retain this bright and fresh color, deepening only slightly throughout the season, and at the end it will flare out in a fiery, golden sunset. For now, we are at just at the start of this year’s journey, and that starts with the spring rain seen on the foliage here. 

We needed the rain, even if it came with the threat of tornados, something that never used to be part of these parts. The world has changed, for better or worse, and a tornado would be par for this world’s course at the moment. I will take the rain as a comfort – a sign of sustenance and survival – and the mark of a season to pave the way for summer. 

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My Super-Serious Life As A Child

Bucking the traditional trajectory that one usually takes by gaining maturity as one ages, my life has unwound in typically-atypical fashion as I find myself getting less and less serious as the years advance. When I was a child, I was super serious about everything. There were moments of laughter and glee, but far more often I was determined and humorless, doggedly trudging through everything that was expected of the oldest son in a strict Catholic Filipino family. All of the responsibility, none of the glory. It served me well, something I’ve realized as I’ve grown into adulthood, when being responsible and consistent are necessary traits to any sort of success or ease in living. I used to look back with tinges of regret that I hadn’t let loose and had more fun when I was a kid, but lately I’ve had a change of heart and perspective, particularly as having fun now carries a sense of reward and release that those with carefree, giddy and non-stop-fun-filled childhoods can only attempt to recapture. 

Being silly and goofing off after you’ve earned it is a joy in itself. If you started off goofing off in class and being silly at every turn of youth, and you have the typical results that come from it, you may find yourself having to work a little more and enjoy things a little less. I’ve been fortunate, and had the foresight, to have done the heavy mental lifting as a kid – now it’s all downhill, with less trudging and more giggling. The older I get, the less I know, and the more fun and frivolous the world feels. 

“Don’t let us take doubts with exaggerated seriousness nor let them grow out of proportion, or become black-and-white or fanatical about them. What we need to learn is how slowly to change our culturally conditioned and passionate involvement with doubt into a free, humorous, and compassionate one. This means giving doubts time, and giving ourselves time to find answers to our questions that are not merely intellectual or “philosophical,” but living and real and genuine and workable. Doubts cannot resolve themselves immediately; but if we are patient a space can be created within us, in which doubts can be carefully and objectively examined, unraveled, dissolved, and healed. What we lack, especially in this culture, is the right undistracted and richly spacious environment of the mind, which can only be created through sustained meditation practice, and in which insights can be given the change slowly to mature and ripen.” ~ Sogyal Rinpoche, ‘The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying’

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Spring, Falling Like Cherry Blossom Petals

The life of a cherry blossom is too often quick and fleeting, and such was the case this year, when our Kwanzan cherry tree burst into bloom and a series of 80-degree days soon withered and wrenched them from the branches. They fell mostly into the pool below, creating a mess that required much scooping and emptying with the pool net. 

As annoying as that was, I didn’t mind much – party planners pay a pretty penny for this sort of enchanting effect to happen, and here it was happening at no cost, other than some extra skimming. There was also something magical about swimming beneath a tree that was dropping its petals like pretty pink snow. Catching such a scene, I felt lucky to be there. 

Just as I feel lucky to be here. 

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Making Waves

Juxtaposed with the predicted weather of today (100% chance of rain is never a happy meteorological moment) this post is an echo of this weekend’s pool time, when the cherry blossoms were falling into the water as the scent of lilacs drifted on the warm breeze. That warm breeze feels far away, as we shift into a cooling spell that coincides with the rollercoaster that is Mercury in retrograde, and winds and rain arrive in mad fashion. 

A good way to combat the dreary weather pattern is to wish for ‘The Impossible Dream’, and this little harp trio playing ‘Waves’ which is as light and wistful as the summer-like days that preceded the storms. Give it a whirl and lend it your ears. 

Such whimsy is the stuff of summer to come, when I’ll be easing off the serious vibes of late and going all pastel powder puffs of ruffles and eyelets, and sunny, hazy, dreamy confections that run on and on like the endlessness of this sentence. 

No complaints about the rain either, as we need it desperately, and it forces us to still the day and the outside work, insisting on contemplation, and a pause. Let us linger here, waiting… for the Flower Moon to pass. 

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A Recap in Yellow Rubber

Hello Rubber Ducky, and welcome back from a winter of exile! The pool is open, and we crested into the mid to high 80’s thanks to Andy’s heavy hand on the heater, something about which I will never complain. Rubber Ducky is back, bobbing along on the water no matter what is going on in the world, and with a full Flower Moon, day of storms, and Mercury in retrograde, this Monday will surely prove a doozy. Hunker down, lay low, and pray we remain relatively untouched. These are treacherous times. Let’s recap the week that came before…

Spring lamp light.

The Highly Sensitive Person.

Studying our shadows, for those who are brave.

Mercurial madness will see us into June

A pause of sensitivity beneath the cherry blossoms

Don’t fuck with the meditation

A hint of summer soundtrack.

Swimming amongst the lilacs and lilies.

While seeing the vibrant flowers dance (an underwear post).

Dazzlers of the Day included Mindy Kaling, Paula Abdul, Jesse Williams, and Manu Rios.

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While Seeing The Vibrant Flowers Dance

Flowers and underwear have always made for a beautiful pairing in these parts, and as long as my name is on this website I shall honor such a duet. First up is this glorious Itoh Peony, snapped at the local garden center until the pair we have in our front yard blooms – fingers-crossed given the track record of the past two years. Still, I remain hopeful. There are buds, and that’s how all good things begin – with a bud and a dream. 

Speaking of vibrant flowers, the title of this post comes from a collection of jazz selections that work well with the colors at work here. Give it a listen on this tumultuous Sunday night, on the eve of a full Flower Moon and lunar eclipse, while Mercury is in retrograde motion. Scattered minds like the music, and the flowers torn from their perch by all these crazy storms. Metaphor or literal reality?

A trying week ends and a trying week begins, and Sunday has always sucked that way. Turning to flowers to inspire and cheer, and maybe provide the palette for the night, I slip into something vibrant and powerful. The flower combination – pink with a throat of vermillion – is echoed in this scarlet underwear resting atop a pink jacket. This is the way my mind works on a Sunday night. 

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