Tomorrow I am having a dinner party to say goodbye to my friends here in Amsterdam. This past week has been great for my productivity; seeing my departure approaching put a fire under me and I was able to get a lot written. I'm leaving with about 130 new pages.

I thought about extensively, and then abandoned, my drawing and watercolor project. It turned out to be a really stupid idea.

One of the best things from this weekend was having dinner at Lee and Yuki's house on Saturday night. Yuki is about to have a baby, and her mother is visiting from Japan. We had a lovely wabi-sabi dinner of Japanese comfort food -- cheese wrapped in fish cakes, yummy seaweed in a sauce, elaborate sushi rolls and small crunchy things that I don't know how to name or describe. It wasn't the kind of Japanese food you'd ever have in a restaurant, which is what made it so special. From Lee's invitation:What is wabi-sabi? Wabi-sabi is a beauty of things imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete. It is the beauty of things modest and humble. It is the beauty of things unconventional. All things are impermanent. All things are imperfect. All things are incomplete

LINK | 2:02 PM | TB

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