Farewell, my Aquamarine

When our paths crossed, you offered me your hand.

When my mind was troubled, you offered me solace.

When I longed to flee from the world, you offered me a safe refuge.

Now we must part, and I surrender you with joy.

68 days to release date . . .

. . . and the wait is killing me.

Awash in golden waves


I’ve just finished watching episode 9 of Aria the Origination.

It’s a bit like watching the sunset. Elation at witnessing a scene of indescribable beauty, mingled with sorrow over such a painful reminder of how little of the day remains.

In this case, that precious remnant is measured in the length of four episodes.

But let us not speak of them now. There will be a time and a place to sate our thirst with the last drops of sunlight that precede the evening of the world.

This time and this place are reserved for this alone: to savour the warmth of the dying embers of a pivotal moment in the series that I no longer hesitate to rank amongst the very best I have had the pleasure of inviting into my company.

To Alice, my heartiest congratulations.

To Akari, my very best wishes.

To Aika, my desperate plea for mercy as she arranges a painful meeting between my head and her oar for filling this post with embarrassing remarks. (Which, as we all know, are forbidden.)


Thanks for everything, Mum

The Most Important Person on earth is a mother. She cannot claim the honor of having built Notre Dame Cathedral. She need not. She has built something more magnificent than any cathedral – a dwelling for an immortal soul, the tiny perfection of her baby’s body.

Joseph Cardinal Mindszenty

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The painting above is by the hand of a Carmelite nun living in a Tokyo convent. More works by the same nun can be found in this online exhibit; the same painting can be found with its matching companions (one for each season) on this page. Tip of the hat to the New Liturgical Movement for bringing this exhibit to my attention.

The K-ON guide to Kyoto

I’d much rather have an undine for a travel guide, but alas, Kyoto is a little short on canals.

We’ll have to settle for the HTT girls instead.

(Man, I love second choices.)

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