Pedal Strike

TweetBack when my mother was still deluding herself into thinking I had some musical promise, she would send me to weekly piano lessons. I don’t actually remember being presented with the concept of “choice” in this decision. I was supposed to learn how to play piano. End of story. I was maybe six or seven […]

TweetDespite a calf that’s wound up so tight my heel actually hurts, I’m pushing, thrusting, alternatively gritting my teeth and biting my lower lip. Eyes closed, head tilted back, hissing in air and letting it out in trembling exhalations. Moving my hips just a little bit to the left, a little forward…right there. Right right […]

TweetI hate it when people ask me whether I prefer hot or cold weather. If I had to absolutely choose one over the other, which one would I pick? Like if all year long, it was either really hot or extremely cold, and you couldn’t ever move again. It’s kind of asking someone, if forced […]

TweetI don’t know what my parents were really thinking but my name is a homonym for “silkworm” in Japanese. Or maybe they weren’t really thinking. The characters are different, obviously, but it still makes for somewhat awkward introductions. Like oh, hello, my parents named me after a worm that you eventually boil in its own […]

Tweet…from my rollers… …is absolutely amazing. Took an exam this morning and I have one coming up on Friday. Then Tuesday. Then sleep, maybe. I’ll be back Friday afternoon. Cross my heart.