I long for mellow summer days where I can embrace the beauty of blue skies and balmy heat. I'm very pleased that summer is slowly arriving in the Bay Area.
My library is a portmanteau of novels, science, history and politics, and travel guides. And, of course, the New Yorker's cartoons and tart social satire. (This has to be juxtaposed by my recent gesture to the conservative side by subscribing to The Economist.)
I enjoy cooking feasts redolent with European and Asian flavors and scents so that I can relive my travel experiences (without the mishaps!).
Often you will find me wandering down the street admiring (and perhaps mocking) the Berkeley or San Franscisco experiences (such as intriguing art cars or extraordinary street "artists").
When dance companies such as Mark Morris or the American Ballet Theater visit town, I'm invariably watching in the audience. If there's an art exhibition on, I'll be in the crowd, with the Asian Art Museum and SF MOMA being my local choices.
And I love to exchange reviews of books that I've just read, or foreign films that I've seen, particularly over delicious dishes or unusual teas from Asia.
But I also have misspent moments where I dedicate myself to bicycling, bird-watching, and hiking in the beautiful parks of the East Bay and beyond.
I am imaginative, irreverent, and tactile