About Jennifer de Guzman is a writer and comics publishing professional living in the San Francisco Bay Area. She writes stories about sad girls, seawater, bottomless wells, airborne plagues, and horses. You can find links to some of them them in the Selected Works section or read them at her Scribd page.
What Are Possible Impossiblities? “The Poet ought rather to chuse Impossibilities, provided they have Resemblance to the Truth, than the Possible, which are Incredible with all their Possibility.” - Henry Fielding, quoting Aristotle in The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling
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July 3rd 2011
A college student with an obscure interdisciplinary major might do well to consider the influence of the Japanese principle of mono no aware on video games. The phrase is difficult to translate, and it’s rendered variously as “sensitivity to things” or “sensitivity to ephemera.” It describes a certain wistfulness in art, an awareness of [...]
April 3rd 2011
Brian, Mateo, and I went to WonderCon this weekend. In years past, the weather was invariably rainy during this comics convention, but this year it was wonderfully warm and sunny. We spent a couple of hours outside of the convention hall each afternoon, having tea and lunch at Samovar and then [...]
July 28th 2010
I know I said that vegetarian lumpia would be the next recipe I posted, but I haven’t had the chance to make them to get accurate measurements of what I put in them. So I’m doing vegetarian empanadas instead.
I learned these empanadas as an Ecuadorian recipe (my maternal grandmother is from Ecuador), but [...]
June 20th 2010
I’ve been a vegetarian for fifteen years, and I don’t miss meat at all. One thing I do miss, however, is eating dishes from my childhood. Having Mateo has made me think about being a kid a lot more (though, like everyone, I always have my memories from childhood at the back of my [...]
March 9th 2010
“… We should not grieve, should we, baby?” said Celia confidentially to that unconscious centre and poise of the world, who had the most remarkable fists all complete even to the nails, and hair enough, really, when you took his cap off, to make — you didn’t know what: — in short, he was [...]
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