I (Heart) Carbs

Just the other day I gave an appreciation for my rice cooker as I was putting it away. I’ve had that thing since college, so I obviously don’t use it as much as other Asians or Filipinos (my parents replace theirs every year it seems). But I can’t imagine a life of low-carb or no carb. No bread, pasta or rice? Even brown rice? Is that really necessary? Is that even considered living? I would rather run four miles every day than give up the foods I love, so bring it on, I say! Gimme, gimme, gimme my chocolate, beer, and a big bowl of rice and sauce.

I Can’t Live Without…

1. a paper shredder

2. paper towels

3. $1.39 gas station coffee from Mobil On-the-Run (half coffee, half sugary vanilla cappuccino)

People Who Speak in Poetry

Yesterday, I caught an interview with Maya Angelou on CSPAN’s Book-TV, which I’ve never watched before. No matter what the 80-year-old author says or what subject she’s speaking about, the words flow out of her mouth like poetry. It’s mesmerizing.

I had the pleasure of seeing her speak in person earlier this year in Los Angeles and it’s even more powerful. I wish I had that gift, that kind of commandment over language and words.