Repository of my thoughts and images of art, literature, travel, and life.
I signed up to Writing 101 with a vision that I would complete every assignment thrown my way. It worked out that way the first two weeks but life seem to catch on the last two weeks and I ended up completing 3/4 of the writing assignments. I want to go back and complete everything.... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, we just end up watching too much Big Bang Theory. Portia: When we go to Switzerland, can we go and see the Hadron Super Collider? Ian: Why not? Though I don’t know what I’m going to do with it. P: I said see it not play with it. Pause. P: Can I put you... Continue Reading →
I wake up with the sun in my eyes. My window with pink lace curtains greet me good morning. I stretched, taking in my cotton candy pink room in. It’s a sunny day. I hug my beautiful tiger stuffed toy to start the day. I say hello to the ladies of the court, a.k.a., my... Continue Reading →
“I want ice cream,” I said, on a warm summer day. “I won’t stop you,” said Ian. I cream is happiness in a cup. It’s a simple as that. As a child, I would get excited when the ice cream trolley would pass by. They have a distinctive bell followed by, “Ice cream! Ice cream!”... Continue Reading →
“There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables, now my friends are dead and gone. Here they talked of revolution. Here it was they lit the flame. Here they sang about tomorrow, and tomorrow never came.” A man and a woman walk through the... Continue Reading →
https://instagram.com/p/YUdkCyFbHA/ She stepped inside, uncertain. That café has caught her eye in the past week, but it was too rushed, too quick. Now, she’s alone, with no appointments to fulfil. There were people ordering their morning coffee, and she stood for a moment, observing. The price was listed, and though most of the menu is... Continue Reading →
My students are always fascinated when I point out that Juan Luna’s Spoliarium isn’t his only work, nor academic painting his only style. Two examples currently hang in the Vargas Museum, right inside campus. One is a study of The Trial of Galileo and the other is Picnic in Normandy. If these two painting could talk,... Continue Reading →
My post is a little late today. I prefer writing in the mornings. But there were too many things going on. Sheldon was around today, so we had croissant and coffee breakfast while watching Big Bang Theory episodes. It’s unbelievable that he hasn’t really watched the Big Bang Theory before. He’s seen an episode or... Continue Reading →
Wer liebe sucht, findet sie nicht. Sie überfällt uns wenn wir es am wenigsten Erwarten. Alles Liebe zu unserem Ersten Jahrestag (Georg Sand) I took a photo and I wondered what Georg Sand is trying to say to me. I knew it was in German, but I had no idea what it’s trying to say.... Continue Reading →
Portia Placino 