April 8, 2011 6:18 PM
Posted by Jei D. Marcade
You may have noticed on various places in the Wired that I've gone from using my legal name to Jei D. Marcade. The reasons for this are manifold, the most important being that there are eighty thousand frillion bajillion people named Jessica Lee, including at least one erotic paranormal romance novelist and four people who went to my schools and/or saw my dentist.
The second is that almost everyone who has known me on a friendly basis has called me Jei for nearly a decade, and I figured it would make the most sense as a nom de plume.
So there's that.
For the past few weeks I've been leading a rather laid-back, shiftless existence, getting by on the money I have saved up from my last job and mostly lolling about in my pajamas and reading comics all day. After having become accustomed to years of what seemed like perpetual motion, constant stress, and near-lethal doses of sleep deprivation, sometimes I get a little stir-crazy, but there's one thing I will never get sick of:
Like this one:
Fried eggs, strawberries, white cheddar, toast (one slice plain, one slice smeared with Délice de Bourgogne), and agave & ginger cashews with coffee (and this morning, unpictured chocolate milk).
I didn't even have to make it. This man made it for me:
I know there are those of you who don't remember what the world is like on more than four hours of sleep. I'm here to tell you that it is beautiful. Beautiful. I think. I still don't have my full capacity to form short-term memories back yet.
Yesterday was Jackie Chan's 57th birthday. Today is my dad's! This makes them both Year of the Horse people. Once when I was in Seoul I got a tattoo from a guy called Potter. It's still there, and it looks like this:
But it was much more for my dad, and not so much for Jackie Chan, because even though I've been a fan of Jackie's since I was eight, I've been a fan of my dad's for longer.
In an hour or so I'll be at a pub celebrating my friend Sam, whose birthday was two days ago. He, however, is not a Year of the Horse person; that would be a little too coincidental.
Happy birthday, Dad!
Happy belated birthdays, Sam and Jackie Chan!