Mrs. Geek Says

Ask me anything   I'm wandering the world looking for all sorts of adventures, taste a lot of food, and learning as much as I can all with my partner in crime.

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    If there’s any sort of catharsis I can readily rely on, it’s creating anything. Cooking. Drawing. Creating layouts. Sewing. Knitting. All I need is a cup of coffee or tea and my energy gets focused on creating something everyone can enjoy.

    If there’s any sort of catharsis I can readily rely on, it’s creating anything. Cooking. Drawing. Creating layouts. Sewing. Knitting. All I need is a cup of coffee or tea and my energy gets focused on creating something everyone can enjoy.

    — 11 months ago with 2 notes
    #cooking  #creative  #kungfumaster personalzen 
    "Once upon a time there were people were not born separate from each other, they were born intertwined or coupled with each other in a wonderfully intimate ball. Instead of 4 limbs, you had 8 and you didn’t have to walk, you could roll that achieved fantastic speeds that gave us plenty of courage. The courage turned into pride, the pride into arrogance and we decided we were greater than the gods and could roll up heaven. The gods, in alarm struck back, and Zeus with his mighty lightening bolt and fury broke all the couples into two. All of a sudden, the two intertwined, intimate and depending on one another became separate - lost, alone, and  lost the will to live. 
The gods seeing what they’ve done worried that the humans might not survive or multiply and they needed humans to make sacrifices for them and worship them. So instead of heads facing backwards and limbs making way for your partner, they rotated everything so that humans looked like what how they do now. Heads forward, arms to the side, and legs that stand us up. But most importantly, they left us with a memory - a longing for the original other half of ourselves. The other half that made us feel whole. That longing is still so deep with us that we’d travel the entire world looking for our other half. 
And when one of them meets that other half, they immediately recognize them. They feel like despite the fact that they’ve only met each other,  it felt like they’ve spent their whole lives together. When you ask either why or how they’ve come to desire one another, each of them reply with an explicable ‘we just do’.”
I heard that from a radiolab episode not too long ago, and I remember the day that I first met Chris. The moment he walked through the door and we started talking, I felt as if I found my other half. To this day: 2 years after we were married and 6.5 years (hoooly cow that’s long) since we’ve met I’ve called him “my other” without ever hearing the story of Aristophane’s origin of love by radiolab. 
I only wish that everyone can have that same experience as I have with Chris. With that, happy 730 days of married bliss, my other. 

    "Once upon a time there were people were not born separate from each other, they were born intertwined or coupled with each other in a wonderfully intimate ball. Instead of 4 limbs, you had 8 and you didn’t have to walk, you could roll that achieved fantastic speeds that gave us plenty of courage. The courage turned into pride, the pride into arrogance and we decided we were greater than the gods and could roll up heaven. The gods, in alarm struck back, and Zeus with his mighty lightening bolt and fury broke all the couples into two. All of a sudden, the two intertwined, intimate and depending on one another became separate - lost, alone, and  lost the will to live. 

    The gods seeing what they’ve done worried that the humans might not survive or multiply and they needed humans to make sacrifices for them and worship them. So instead of heads facing backwards and limbs making way for your partner, they rotated everything so that humans looked like what how they do now. Heads forward, arms to the side, and legs that stand us up. But most importantly, they left us with a memory - a longing for the original other half of ourselves. The other half that made us feel whole. That longing is still so deep with us that we’d travel the entire world looking for our other half. 

    And when one of them meets that other half, they immediately recognize them. They feel like despite the fact that they’ve only met each other,  it felt like they’ve spent their whole lives together. When you ask either why or how they’ve come to desire one another, each of them reply with an explicable ‘we just do’.”

    I heard that from a radiolab episode not too long ago, and I remember the day that I first met Chris. The moment he walked through the door and we started talking, I felt as if I found my other half. To this day: 2 years after we were married and 6.5 years (hoooly cow that’s long) since we’ve met I’ve called him “my other” without ever hearing the story of Aristophane’s origin of love by radiolab. 

    I only wish that everyone can have that same experience as I have with Chris. With that, happy 730 days of married bliss, my other. 

    — 1 year ago with 1 note
    #married life  #love 

    My dear future children. I hope that you will acquire from me a voracious appetite of reading books. Seeing as I just spent more than half of my day off reading, I suppose I can get to some chores I’ve been meaning to do. I expect that if you’re one to shirk chores, I suppose no better excuse is the one given that you were simply worlds away. (This by all means is not a pass to shirk chores by the way.)

    — 1 year ago
    #bookish  #reader  #readaholic 
    Of all the monuments that made me want to go back to Germany, it wasn’t the usual art museum or fancy restaurant. It was this column.
It’s called the Victory Column commemorating the victory(ta-da…)the Prussians had against the Danes. Yet before its completion, Prussia also won the wars against Austria and France and the cannons surrounding the column were added as well as the lady on the top. Mind you, I don’t know much about Germany and Prussia, but our trusty tour guides Boris and Carlos were basically walking encyclopedias gushing German history like a wound without a tourniquet. So I’m reiterating what they said in a nutshell. 
So what makes this monument the key thing I want to go back and see in Berlin? It’s the very fact that this column withstood and still has the battle scars of World War II. Every place we saw, including the Reichstag, to an extent has been remodeled or patched up in one way or another while this column bears the tangible reality of war. Even from a few meters away, on a moving bus, the column is pockmarked and fully visible of bullet holes and scrapnel from the air raids. One of these days, sooner more than later, I want to go back and look at it up close. It’s a reminder that one can touch, not just imagine from a history book. 
Pardon for the crookedness of the picture. I really had to put this one up just to share my thoughts before I forget the details. (Thanks Kuya Raymond for straightening it.) I also have to find a better way of putting this particular photo out so you can actually zoom into it and see the various dents and scars….go to flickr for the hi-res: http://www.flickr.com/photos/84894877@N04/7775267000/

    Of all the monuments that made me want to go back to Germany, it wasn’t the usual art museum or fancy restaurant. It was this column.

    It’s called the Victory Column commemorating the victory(ta-da…)the Prussians had against the Danes. Yet before its completion, Prussia also won the wars against Austria and France and the cannons surrounding the column were added as well as the lady on the top. Mind you, I don’t know much about Germany and Prussia, but our trusty tour guides Boris and Carlos were basically walking encyclopedias gushing German history like a wound without a tourniquet. So I’m reiterating what they said in a nutshell. 

    So what makes this monument the key thing I want to go back and see in Berlin? It’s the very fact that this column withstood and still has the battle scars of World War II. Every place we saw, including the Reichstag, to an extent has been remodeled or patched up in one way or another while this column bears the tangible reality of war. Even from a few meters away, on a moving bus, the column is pockmarked and fully visible of bullet holes and scrapnel from the air raids. One of these days, sooner more than later, I want to go back and look at it up close. It’s a reminder that one can touch, not just imagine from a history book. 

    Pardon for the crookedness of the picture. I really had to put this one up just to share my thoughts before I forget the details. (Thanks Kuya Raymond for straightening it.) I also have to find a better way of putting this particular photo out so you can actually zoom into it and see the various dents and scars….go to flickr for the hi-res: http://www.flickr.com/photos/84894877@N04/7775267000/

    — 1 year ago
    We live half a mile away from a bonafide farm. There’s no way we can pass up the summer having a fresh veg CSA. Me thinks we’re going to spend our Saturdays in farmers markets and finish up our June picking strawberries. 

    We live half a mile away from a bonafide farm. There’s no way we can pass up the summer having a fresh veg CSA. Me thinks we’re going to spend our Saturdays in farmers markets and finish up our June picking strawberries. 

    — 2 years ago

    "Il me dit des mots d’amour
    Des mots de tours les jours
    et ca me fait quelque chose”

    (Source: Spotify)

    — 2 years ago
    #music  #spotify 
    Ever since we’ve moved to our new place I find myself often singing Feist’s Mushaboom song on the way to work. It further exacerbates when I find myself planning a nice walk in the park and planting some flowers for our front stoop. It’s been 10 months since we’ve gotten married and the honeymoon hasn’t ended. 

    Ever since we’ve moved to our new place I find myself often singing Feist’s Mushaboom song on the way to work. It further exacerbates when I find myself planning a nice walk in the park and planting some flowers for our front stoop. It’s been 10 months since we’ve gotten married and the honeymoon hasn’t ended. 

    — 2 years ago