Today in corona WFH: matcha custard bun and a toasty pourover. All with a view of some fresh roasting.

This painting isn’t just colourful: it’s an also an optical illusion. If you stare at it, it looks like there’s grey dots in the intersections.

I was on the train earlier and this older man flipped out at an asian kid with a cold to "stop coughing".

I pointed out he could politely ask someone to cover their mouth, rather than blowing a fuse. It's not like you can stop a cough. His response? "Not during a public health crisis."

These people's reactions are not proportional to the threat: it's hysteria.

Fear is not an excuse to be rude to others.

I've been quarantined. To stop myself from going stir-crazy I took a walk.

Went to Tartine and got a big loaf of crusty country bread.

This painting isn’t just colourful: it’s an also an optical illusion. If you stare at it, it looks like there’s grey dots in the intersections.

At Baker beach eating a bar of chocolate and watching the sun set over the golden gate bridge.

I met some of my Canadian neighbors on a walk through golden gate park. Seems like I’m not the only one escaping the winter in sunny California.

Dylan and I walked up to the Japanese gardens and meandered around. It's still early in the year, but there was an abundance of blossoms opening up to the world. We sat and had tea next to the wet gardens, where a hummingbird joined us.

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