Social Media – Humanizing or Lack of Deep Accountability

With social media in blogs, twitter tweets and facebook sharing, we can be closer with one another than ever dreamt before. Or are all these streams of emails, twitter feeds, blogging or facebook sharing just distracts us from real face-to-face relationships in our lives?  Sherry Turkle an academic and psychologist pleads her case in a 2012…

Mountain Leaf and Light Dancing

Art and poetry are mere light and colour shadows, whisper-thin metaphors of Nature.  Here are some paintings and haiku I fashioned. Windswept leaves flung Down mountain, spin freewheelin’ Water cradles home. Translucent layers Fold a mountain range,  Copper-flames burnish gently. Glory gold glitter Rustles stories and dream-light Cast a fairy spell.

Bald Eagle: Fierce Majesty at Attention

The sight of a bald eagle stops anyone dead on their tracks.  It makes you just shiver a tad   –its razor sharp hooked beak, cold jewel eye staring from its snow white head rising from its muscular feathery dark bulk.  The eagle just looks as if it could rip you apart.  And it does  —…

Paint My Heart in Autumn Red-Gold and Orange

So far, there’s only one painting I’ve done, stoked by warm memories of Ontario’s stunning autumn leaf colour.  Swaths of flaming orange, red and gold paint forests, in parks and trees along streets and attract many walkers, cyclists and  car trip drivers.  While Vancouver, BC maps cherry blossom viewing locations every spring,  in autumn, Ontario…

Crafting My Personal Blogger Infographic

After stumbling across Piktochart and free template, I cobbled my first personal blogger infographic. Clearly I am behind:  I didn’t know resumes could be dolled up as an infographic. Here’s more information than you’ll ever need.  I spent too much time having fun. You might have to increase your Screen View to 125 – 150% to read this…

Cyclists Not All Tree-Huggers, Left-Wingers and Other Stereotypes

I never mounted a bike because I wanted to save the environment. It doesn’t mean I am indifferent to  water shortage crises and polluted air.  But I’m not cycling daily for a save the earth crusade. Just Never Comfortable Driving a Car No, I’m just a person who was never comfortable with driving a car….

Cycling Fires My Five Senses, Inspiration

While I was blissed out during a wonderful Christmas  baroque music concert, it suddenly dawned on me why I bicycle day after day. Year after year.  The frenzied violinists with half closed eyes in their  Zen trance while teasing music from their strings,  was akin to cycling as a great sensory experience. Cycling –An Easier Sensory Journey Cycling is…

Prairie’s Declaration of Horse Love in Art

Alberta loves to trot out its love for horses in visual art, equestrian arts and competition, as well as rodeo events. It wasn’t until I moved to  Calgary in the prairies, where I’ve met more ordinary folks in this Canadian region,  than Toronto or Vancouver, who have family members that own and ride at least…

Salmon Art Leaps Into Pacific West Coast Imagination

Salmon is king in Vancouver  –in local cuisine and in art.  After a few days wandering in the city or anywhere along the coast of British Columbia, you are bound to stumble across salmon swishing through water or jumping up in sculpture, murals or mosaics.  Salmon iconography is in Salish coastal Indian art, outdoor contemporary…

Cycling and Searching for Sublime Seafood Chowder

I had my first dreamy seafood chowder, when I was in a bad  mood. It was a clam chowder that placated me, over twenty years ago near the start of my longest ever bike-camping trip over 1,000 km. long  in the Canadian east  coast Maritime provinces.  I was fuming desperately after only cycling 40 km….

Hanging Onto My Broken Mother Tongue

It may be weird, but I don’t even know Chinese words for “please” or “good-bye” .  Yet I dutifully check off Chinese, as my mother tongue on Canada’s census form.  Am I delusional about my own Chinese fluency? Does that mean I come from a rude, brusque family? Meh.  Maybe.  Each family has their own…

Blogging is My Writing Candy

I’m not addicted to blogging.  I am such a lazy blogging sludge. I blog once, occasionally twice a month. Scary Epiphany of Head Injury Yet several months ago, I had a scary epiphany after I had a head injury from another cyclist crashing into me while on my bike in Vancouver. I could have lost…

Comfort Food Requires No Recipe

Comfort food should not require a recipe. Especially if you make it for yourself. If comfort food is to nourish your soul and body, then it needs to be easy-peasy to make or buy when you want it, crave for it. Comfort food is what you instinctively turn to when you’re down, tired, alone or…

More than Just Dragons- Art on Chinese-Canadian Experience

Don’t get me wrong: I love dragons. A dragon pops up often enough:  whenever there is a celebration or poster flogging a Canadian Chinatown event or something involving Chinese-Canadian history or culture. I love the dragon for its aesthetic drawing power –in parades, dance, paintings, textiles, rugs, sculpture and jewellery. Dragons in Canada- Convenient Icon? However, I…

Christmas- Gratitude and Winter Snow Magic

Shock of Christmas First Snow for Immigrants  Have you ever watched the delight of someone who experiences falling snow for the first time in life? I have –twice. First time, was a cousin’s child who watched snowflakes fall during their first year in Canada after immigrating from southern China. The second time was a few…

Halloween Night of Super Heroines and Feminist Beginnings

My Halloween night was about comic super heroines and feminism. Oddly it made me reflect on what stoked my awareness of feminism –real people and popular culture. Celebration of Friendly Feminist Past Ghosts: Heroines and TV Characters Out of curiosity, I went to fundraising event, Take Back Halloween, hosted by a theatre group. Urban Curvz for a…

Sharing Love, Cycling Passion and Idiosyncrasies

Sometimes he’s here, on  Cycle Write blog.  But so far, if he appears, – he’s silent and gentle.  That’s Jack — my partner in life , in cycling and at times,  even in blogging. Jack has not yet spoken on Cycle Write blog since he’s  far too busy over the years, creating and/or feeding his…

A Shimmer of Watery Flower Dreams

Cycle Write blog serves as my memoir tablet of things I’ve seen, things I’ve done and things I dream now and later. This mixed media painting, A Shimmer of Watery Flower Dreams, is both art and a memory fragment.  It’s art done and gone because I have given away this piece as a gift, to a family member. Yes, this painting…

Not a Badass? Then Dear Follower, Tell Us Who You Are

Honest, I’m befuddled that I  have 400+ blog followers.  I only know and hear from 10% of my followers.  So this blog post, isn’t directed to my frequent readers and  commenters. Nor is this post for pedestrian visitors who bump into this blog by using a general Google search, but choose not to follow this blog. There are…