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Sunday, October 28, 2007

Sun, 28 Oct 2007 22:40:53 GMT

I love this.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Fri, 12 Oct 2007 12:01:08 GMT

Really want to buy some bling blang.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Fri, 10 Aug 2007 17:28:01 GMT

Alright Mel Karmazin - take that!!!! hahaha

Superbly grateful for the few hours I was able to have yesterday. God is very gracious.

Monday, August 06, 2007

Mon, 06 Aug 2007 00:00:16 GMT

This is a generalization, and can also occasionally be applied to females, but in my experience it's been pretty consistent. One hugely pent up pet peeve of mine about SOME males - their "ability" or tendency to sum up everything into one conclusive, conversation-murdering sentence.

For example:

Male - "How have you been?"
Myself - "Yeah, I'm sort of bummed out about losing my job. I was really enjoying it there and I felt like I could've moved ahead but it sort of got cut short. I'm still thinking about what to do, I guess."
Male - "Well.... that's the way life is."
<complete silence>

"George is terminally ill. I can't believe this is happening."
"Don't worry about it. It's fine."
<dirty look>

"So I'm flying out tomorrow to Argentina to teach the local village children and I've never been there before and I have so many expectations. I hope that this will really be fruitful. Please pray for me!"
"You'll be fine."
<backhand slap>

Ok like seriously... these were pretty close to REAL conversations I've had with real live hairy chested fellers. It comes in serious times as well as just regular conversation. I hate it. I think it just shows an inability to have conversation or deal with women's emotions at all. In one way it's "using reason." Yes, sometimes we should not worry... Like the words itself are externally FINE, but really inappropriate, often. In my opinion it's the completely wrong alpha-male problem-solving oriented mentality in a time where people just need to talk. Fiddlesticks. No, but seriously, if you really don't know what to say and are accustomed to trying to FIX everything for other people, just ask a freaking question. Anything is better than "yeah, that's life."

Disclaimer: This doesn't really apply to Ken, for he is very patient and wise. Also, thank you to every guy that is not like that, and I know many of you exist. Keep it up and avoid the easy way out when talking to girls. Furthermore I know 99% of the comments I recieve will consist of "don't worry about it."

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Wed, 11 Jul 2007 17:32:19 GMT

Man, what a day...

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Thu, 21 Jun 2007 11:40:36 GMT

We're expecting another child (in addition to our firstborn - Daniel, sitting in the back, half nakey)!!! Just kidding. Happy 22nd birthday, my better half! More sap to come .. offline.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 11:49:12 GMT

Imagine my delight when I discovered these mimosas last Friday at the Union Square Greenmarket.

Not champagne and orange juice... but this was something from my childhood that made me really, really happy. I was just perusing looking for something to put in my garden, on my desk, or next to my resting-in-peace cactus in my house, and then I walked past something that said "mimosas" and I did a triple take. The guy really thought I was stupid. I reached over... touched it... and the leaves closed. "Oh my gosh I haven't seen this since I was a child!" "Yeah. They're fun," says the vendor... and walks away.

When I was in Hong Kong for a summer (I was about 6) Melody and Olivia showed me these "pa-chao-cho," loosely translated as .. shy grass. When you touch them, the leaves fold up and then don't open again for a few minutes. I had no idea what they were called in English... so I was thrilled. Maybe I'll pick one up for myself to play with during the 9-5. Everyone's going to call me that weird plant lady and I can be like Léon the Professional and have my best friend be a potted shrub.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 16:50:59 GMT

I feel so overwhelmed right now with the immensity of things that I'm feeling sick to my stomach.

A South African song I learned several years back:
Inkululeko, inkululeko...
uJahova wakho uzonkunqobela...

God, help.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 09:53:20 GMT

I think I must exude some kind of skunky smell or general yuckiness. I normally sleep on the train and I don't really move much, but even if I shift my arm an inch or so, the person next to me will give me a pretty forceful, jarring shove. It's like they can't even tolerate to nudge me gently, much less deal with me leaning over at all. Last week I was on the train and then I lost my balance and veered towards a man next to me and he didn't even face me to help me get my balance... he just sort of kicked me away with his leg and pushed me with his shoulders, and then stepped a few feet away. Sigh. I'm not a sloppy subway sleeper, I promise!

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Tue, 29 May 2007 19:01:21 GMT

A day late, but I wanted to say this...

We who are left how shall we look again
Happily on the sun or feel the rain
Without remembering how they who went
Ungrudgingly and spent
Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?
~Wilfred Wilson Gibson

Memorial Day has always made me kind of sad... in a way that lingers over my thoughts and heart for a long period of time... for everyone who saw the bigger picture, who thought of more than themselves, and lived and died for the sake of others. I sent a letter to Brian and Ken a few years back when they were in Iraq with a drawing and a caption, which is still an understatement: "I'm grateful!!!" Thank you.