20220220 #breakfastdiary 358, -6°C/clear, 28min/exercise
In a heated pan with perilla oil butter, blanch the prettiest Brussels sprouts and bell pepper in the world with salt and pepper.
Toast bread in the leftover oil, spread with spinach pesto, then top with the blanched sprouts and a poached egg, finishing with plenty more pepper — #brusselssproutsopensandwich
@septuor1, February 15, 2015, 12:39pm
Seeing good handwriting makes me happy, I think, because it feels like glimpsing a freedom that has slipped free of gravity — as if one good world is being realized right there. The way a fine landscape painting does.
(Hwang Hyun-san, There Is So Much I Don't Know.)
While doing push-ups and planks, I sometimes think, "right now, I'm overcoming the earth's gravity." (Though during planks, honestly, all I think about is the relativity of time. Can time really crawl by this slowly?) That phrase — freedom that has slipped free of gravity — really resonates with me. Maybe the whole of human progress could be summed up as an attempt to overcome gravity.
I keep #HwangHyunsan's book close by and sometimes read back through his tweets from that day.