Uncreated Conscience

Autumn is in full swing in New York City, which means that JJ is approaching hibernation mode. My inherent tendency when the weather grows cool and the days grow shorter is to curl up under the covers with a White-Harp and read, read, read (and occasionally gorge on Indian food). I have about a million [...]

I am wondrously, gloriously tan, although not as tan as I have been on past Hawai’i vacations. Growing up in Los Angeles gives you a permanent semi-tan; living in New York makes you pale and pasty. I look better when I’ve got some colour in my skin, otherwise I am the exact shade of sour [...]

It’s been a long time since I’ve had to wash chlorine out of my hair. There are things I love about southern California: that I woke up yesterday to a chilly overcast morning, that by 10:00am it was warm enough to swim in my parents’ complex’s outdoor pool, and that it was cool enough all [...]

As much as I adore seeing my family members and being home in southern California, my latent sociability is getting harder to suppress. This morning I announced to Dad that I was going to the bookstore to buy some books as I had read everything in their apartment (true—this includes rereads of ENDER’S GAME, MAY [...]

I’m never entirely sure if German capitalises entire titles the way we do in English because their nouns are already capitalised. But I think they do. Anyone who speaks German know better than me? Of the books in my Christmas haul, Flora Segunda is the book I find myself re-reading for reasons I am trying [...]

A bit late, I admit, but things are a little busy in Chez Jones, what with the Sacramento Joneses down in sunny southern California for a visit. New Year’s passed in typical Jones family fashion with my mother and grandmother making 떡국 (tteok guk — beef soup with rice cakes except in my case it’s [...]

To this all I can say is “What? WHAT?” Who on earth thinks Phantom of the Opera 2: Love Never Dies is a good idea? I’m horribly offended, really, as a formerly obsessed 12-year-old and as the currently-shamefacedly-disdainful-but-still-kind-of-obsessed 23-year-old I am now. The reason the original musical had its punch (for me, at least) was [...]