Berkeley. Again, but this time to finish off my last semester of graduate school. To know that I have to discover for myself what is important in my life. To know that there are no easy answers as to what I am supposed to do with my education or career. These few days of just my internship at CPS without classes has given me a taste of what the next 2 years of my life will be like. What will I do with myself when I no longer have school and assignments to occupy my hours when I'm not at work? Hmm. I think this was how I got into knitting and gardening in the past. What will my life look like in the next year? Will I like it?I've spent the last few days walking around at the Berkeley Marina and here are some pictures taken during these strolls with the aid of my cell phone. That is why they are a bit washed out and funky, but this is what it looks like in this city where I live.
Incidentally, I've been reading Forster's A Passage to India, and feel pensive over how culture and race are so mixed in with miscommunication and inabilities of humans to understand one another. I know, I need to switch to reading more comics or something, huh?
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I must have eaten with a fork before I learned to use chopsticks, but I don't remember it. I do remember a laugh, a sigh, a pronouncement like the one I would hear when it was time to learn to tie my shoe...
[In] my class [we're] studying China in school. My classmates ask me to teach them to use chopsticks and my fingers suddenly have the tensile strength to click the leaded tips of two pencils together...
--from "In the Garden of My House", scholastically acclaimed entry in Uni short story competition; by...you :O)
oh my goodness! it's been so long since i read that, i almost didn't recognize it as my own. where did it all go?
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