I’ll admit, when I quipped last week about it being a throwaway post, I didn’t expect this Saturday’s to be as well. Yet here I am, once again, with a post that’s barely a post. It’s been another week, one where life happens, enough so that writing a post here becomes the farthest thing from my mind. The thing about a personal blog is that sometimes there are things that are personal that feel weird to make into material for this blog. Call it wanting to keep the personal personal, call it not wanting to commodify live events into material for this blog, taking something special and packaging it under that reductionist-term ‘content.’
But elsewhere, a friend of mine in Singapore went to an exhibit featuring the artist Liu Kuo Sung and I am so incredibly jealous because wow his art looks so incredibly cool and I wish I could see it in person.
Essays, Not Rants! 