i just put away my leftovers for tomorrow's lunch, which reminded me to tell you about my lunch on friday.
my new work is in one of those warehouse-converted-into-office-space locations. the inside setup is very startup-like and cool. i basically sit out in the open with all my co-workers, and when you have meetings at each other's desks, you roll up one of those exercise balls conveniently located around the office. while i enjoy being in a casual, non-corporate type of environment, when it comes to lunch options -- it blows. nothing really is conveniently walkable outside of these warehouses, so we have to drive out to get any sort of food. while it's nice to get out of the office every day, i found that after one month, even the drive to the local in-n-out was getting old.
and as such, on friday morning, i decided to pack myself a little bento box lunch. around noon, after my co-workers ventured off in groups to various lunch destinations, i busted out my cute little lunch sack and IMed katie, the genius with all the answers.
me: "it's nice out and i don't want to eat at my desk, but there are no benches or picnic tables around. where should i eat?"
katie: "duh! your truck! like a tailgate."
me: "that's genius, katie, you really are genius with all the answers."
katie: "construction workers do it all the time. though they always have coolers."
so i ventured outside to my truck, sat on the bed, and started to unravel my lunch sack. then i turned to notice the confused stares of few gardeners nearby, who were eating their lunches underneath the shadows of the one teeny weeny tree in the parking lot. what! have they never seen an asian girl eat her lunch on the back of her truck in the middle of her company's parking lot? hmpf! would they feel better if i had a cooler and a hard hat next to me?
after about 5 minutes, i felt pretty self-conscious and semi-sun-burnt, so i got in the car to drive to a local cafe and to eat my bento in peace.
just fyi, i'll probably just eat my lunch at my desk tomorrow.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Oh Mickey
a week or so ago, i heard that the guy who invented egg mcmuffins died. as a tribute to this herb peterson, a culinary genius of a man by my standards, i decided to up my morning mcdonalds visits to...um...everyday. there's a mickey d's conveniently located around the corner from my new gig -- it's almost like herb consulted big g to made this happen for me.
anyhoo, yesterday morning, i swung by the mc drive thru for my two egg mcmuffins. granted it was like the 7th straight weekday i was there, but after i shouted my "usual" order into the menu speaker display thingy, the girl greeted back, "you're back."
i felt fat and skipped the drive thru today. maybe once a week is enough of a mctribute.
anyhoo, yesterday morning, i swung by the mc drive thru for my two egg mcmuffins. granted it was like the 7th straight weekday i was there, but after i shouted my "usual" order into the menu speaker display thingy, the girl greeted back, "you're back."
i felt fat and skipped the drive thru today. maybe once a week is enough of a mctribute.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
At the Ho
yesterday in lovely scottsdale, bschool buddies sarah and nate got married. they are one of those best friend couples that you really feel like they will last. sarah is prim and proper and nate is a fun-loving goof -- when you see them together, sarah seems to always be laughing and nate to just be staring at sarah with puppy-dog eyes. in his speech yesterday, he said, "just look at her and look at me. i still can't believe she said yes." it was pretty cute. my favorite fact about them: when they entered bschool as a couple, sarah wanted to do without school-premise pda, so she and nate would high-five when they ran into each other between classes. the idea of a high-five pda is funny enough, but i think it was funnier to see sarah high-five at all. here's a pix of the couple:
so the wedding. the location was scenic, the weather was perfect, the bride was gorgeous, the crowd was fun, the band was fantastic -- so, minus ucla getting hammered in the final four during the ceremony, the night deserved an A. the country club scenary:
so a few more fun facts. the ceremony was conducted by both a rabbi and a priest, which i'd never seen before. the two gentlemen took turns in conducting the ceremony in their own traditions. oh, the rabbi was way funnier. lindy was proud.
the ceremony was in front of the clubhouse near the 18th green. this made me crack up -- two random golfers finishing up their rounds behind the "i dos":
and last item in my camera that made me laugh. our hotel room at the "hotel valley ho" (actual name! super fun to say), had a bathtub in the middle of the room. here's lindy vanna:
so the wedding. the location was scenic, the weather was perfect, the bride was gorgeous, the crowd was fun, the band was fantastic -- so, minus ucla getting hammered in the final four during the ceremony, the night deserved an A. the country club scenary:
so a few more fun facts. the ceremony was conducted by both a rabbi and a priest, which i'd never seen before. the two gentlemen took turns in conducting the ceremony in their own traditions. oh, the rabbi was way funnier. lindy was proud.
the ceremony was in front of the clubhouse near the 18th green. this made me crack up -- two random golfers finishing up their rounds behind the "i dos":
and last item in my camera that made me laugh. our hotel room at the "hotel valley ho" (actual name! super fun to say), had a bathtub in the middle of the room. here's lindy vanna:
Sunday, March 30, 2008
English as a Stupid Language
just came back from watching "21" with a bunch of mit peeps. there's something about watching a movie featuring mit nerdiness -- you find it all nostalgic when the camera pans over the dome or laughing hysterically at fake mit class names that are clearly just a random permutation of nerd words. "i have a paper due on tuesday in quantitative literacy." tee hee. "he aced combinational algorithm." hehehe. yup, it's not funny to anyone else but us dorks.
though i have to admit, our nerdiness is really wearing thin. instead of missing boston throughout the entire movie, we all came out of the theatre talking about our next vegas trip. and no, not to go count cards -- we just wanted to go hit the dance floor. unch unch unch (that's my clubby music sound and my dancing to it, please use your imagination). ooooh yeah.
what else. oh, i was thinking about how schools with names like xavier could never recruit asians to go there. it would be too hard for the parents to pronounce. yesterday, my mom came over in the middle of my watching the ucla-xavier game. she looks at the screen and says, "oooh, so is ucla doing well against...HA-vi-er?" i start laughing and say, "mom, it's xavier, not javier like a mexican name." she insisted that she had a student once who spelled his name xavier, but pronounced it javier. after a while, she said, "whatever, the team is losing anyway."
and today, i went home to say what's up to my papa. he says, "your team played well yesterday. they beat that....x-team." i tried to teach him how to pronounce xavier, but after three tongue twister tries, he said, "well, that's just stupid."
though i have to admit, our nerdiness is really wearing thin. instead of missing boston throughout the entire movie, we all came out of the theatre talking about our next vegas trip. and no, not to go count cards -- we just wanted to go hit the dance floor. unch unch unch (that's my clubby music sound and my dancing to it, please use your imagination). ooooh yeah.
what else. oh, i was thinking about how schools with names like xavier could never recruit asians to go there. it would be too hard for the parents to pronounce. yesterday, my mom came over in the middle of my watching the ucla-xavier game. she looks at the screen and says, "oooh, so is ucla doing well against...HA-vi-er?" i start laughing and say, "mom, it's xavier, not javier like a mexican name." she insisted that she had a student once who spelled his name xavier, but pronounced it javier. after a while, she said, "whatever, the team is losing anyway."
and today, i went home to say what's up to my papa. he says, "your team played well yesterday. they beat that....x-team." i tried to teach him how to pronounce xavier, but after three tongue twister tries, he said, "well, that's just stupid."
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Happy Easter and More
happy easter, jc! hope you all got lots of pastel-colored marshmellows to clog up the arteries. mmm.
so, per usual, my ncaa bracket blows. i had pitt in the final four and they lost yesterday. i should've known. i mean, their name is pitt! well, at least i have the bruins to cheer for...if they freakin stop giving me hard attacks with their close games.
on that note, every year i fill out the brackets like i know these schools. someone asked me the other day where davidson was located, and seriously, i don't know where most of these schools are! i googled a few -- of course, my a.d.d. kicked in and i stopped after these: 1. oral roberts - tulsa, oklahoma; 2. gonzaga - spokane, washington; 3. winthrop - rock hill, south carolina; 4. siena - loundonville, new york; 5. xavier - cincinati, ohio...
okay okay, i'm sorry if i'm supposed to know where these colleges are, but i'm an LA snob. you know, the people who ignore the existence of all life between the n-y-c and hollywood. rrrrr.
oh, so, more about my new work. the gig is in the video game industry. i haven't played a video game since super nintendo's mario kart, nba jam, and street fighter ii (i thought ryu was hot). i guess you can count puzzle fighter in college and the random dr. mario challenge with steph too, but as you can see, i avoid games. it's because i know myself too well -- once i start playing games, i'll never stop. it's like a weird mix of competitiveness and dorkiness that only happens with video games. i even deleted the freecell and minesweeper icons from my computer at one point. anyhoo, when the whole playstation, xbox, wii craze came about, my electronics-obsessed self looked the other way, "what guitar hero? what madden?"
as expected, it's not going so well for me. it's like a former alcoholic working as a bartender. a former fatty, working the donut shop cashier. seriously. it's only been two weeks, i'm about to go get myself few game consoles. sigh.
so, per usual, my ncaa bracket blows. i had pitt in the final four and they lost yesterday. i should've known. i mean, their name is pitt! well, at least i have the bruins to cheer for...if they freakin stop giving me hard attacks with their close games.
on that note, every year i fill out the brackets like i know these schools. someone asked me the other day where davidson was located, and seriously, i don't know where most of these schools are! i googled a few -- of course, my a.d.d. kicked in and i stopped after these: 1. oral roberts - tulsa, oklahoma; 2. gonzaga - spokane, washington; 3. winthrop - rock hill, south carolina; 4. siena - loundonville, new york; 5. xavier - cincinati, ohio...
okay okay, i'm sorry if i'm supposed to know where these colleges are, but i'm an LA snob. you know, the people who ignore the existence of all life between the n-y-c and hollywood. rrrrr.
oh, so, more about my new work. the gig is in the video game industry. i haven't played a video game since super nintendo's mario kart, nba jam, and street fighter ii (i thought ryu was hot). i guess you can count puzzle fighter in college and the random dr. mario challenge with steph too, but as you can see, i avoid games. it's because i know myself too well -- once i start playing games, i'll never stop. it's like a weird mix of competitiveness and dorkiness that only happens with video games. i even deleted the freecell and minesweeper icons from my computer at one point. anyhoo, when the whole playstation, xbox, wii craze came about, my electronics-obsessed self looked the other way, "what guitar hero? what madden?"
as expected, it's not going so well for me. it's like a former alcoholic working as a bartender. a former fatty, working the donut shop cashier. seriously. it's only been two weeks, i'm about to go get myself few game consoles. sigh.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Unretired and Babbling
so i did the unthinkable last week -- i started a new job. i'm a finance monkey at a local startup, and despite my daily longing for my "reretirement," the gig ain't so bad. but of course, as with any new thing in my life, it provides endless material for the blog. that is, if i wasn't so lazy to write in it!
so, on the first day, my boss and few co-workers told me that the company uses AIM and caught me totally off-guard by asking, "what's your screenname?" without thinking, i answered and made a fantastic first impression as a classy post-mba professional, "it's saujinator." who would've thunk that the screenname i chose at the ripe age of 18 would follow me for this long?
oh, this has nothing to do with anything, but why do people wave down from the overpasses above the freeway? i was driving through the 909 saturday morning and was perplexed as to how people think that is an accepted form of weekend entertainment. okay, fine! i admit, i kinda wanted to join them and look down at passing cars like i'm big g hovering over the world.
btw, aly asked me this last week and i forgot to confirm -- do directors say, "end scene!" or "and...scene!"? anyone?
okay, that was a useless used space in the virtual world. but give me a break, i'm working full time for the first time in like three years and my brain hurts.
so, on the first day, my boss and few co-workers told me that the company uses AIM and caught me totally off-guard by asking, "what's your screenname?" without thinking, i answered and made a fantastic first impression as a classy post-mba professional, "it's saujinator." who would've thunk that the screenname i chose at the ripe age of 18 would follow me for this long?
oh, this has nothing to do with anything, but why do people wave down from the overpasses above the freeway? i was driving through the 909 saturday morning and was perplexed as to how people think that is an accepted form of weekend entertainment. okay, fine! i admit, i kinda wanted to join them and look down at passing cars like i'm big g hovering over the world.
btw, aly asked me this last week and i forgot to confirm -- do directors say, "end scene!" or "and...scene!"? anyone?
okay, that was a useless used space in the virtual world. but give me a break, i'm working full time for the first time in like three years and my brain hurts.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Leap Forward
happy leap day! i can only wish you that once every four years so i figured, hey, it's a perfect time to blog again and reintroduce myself. hi hello, this is your long lost blog friend sauj. it's a friday night and i'm sick. you know, just congested and sniffly enough that you shouldn't go out, but not dead enough to take that nighttime nyquil just pass the f out for the night. and besides, a lakers game is on in a bit so i can hang on and we can catch up. :P
so, what have i been doing? really, i have zero excuse for not blogging. except that i don't have much to blog about. i'm still in my mini-retirement phase where #1 priority is where to best schedule my daytime nap. between naps and meals, i'm usually reading obsessively about sports -- i'm really excited about pau and the lakers, but rooting for shaq to do well. gosh, i love that big goof.
let's see, what else. since i last entry, team tina hit vegas for tina's 30th. many of us -- jenn, andii, cp, alice, nk, katie, hazzy, etc. -- flew our old asses to vegas to act like we were 22 again. we all thought we were doing a pretty good job of fitting in -- that is until crystal started to bust her moves on the dance floor. yes, my chinese floormate from mit who learned calculus in 6th grade and always felt the need to recopy notes from lectures for learning purposes...
"is this the same crystal that we knew in college?"
"i wanted to sway and be chill but had to step it up cause of crystal – she took it to another level!"
"who knew crystal was all hip-hop asian!"
my explanation to the girls: "crystal turned black in atlanta." their collective response: "ahhhhh."
hotlanta -- where the players play, and nerdy asians turn cool black.
so, what have i been doing? really, i have zero excuse for not blogging. except that i don't have much to blog about. i'm still in my mini-retirement phase where #1 priority is where to best schedule my daytime nap. between naps and meals, i'm usually reading obsessively about sports -- i'm really excited about pau and the lakers, but rooting for shaq to do well. gosh, i love that big goof.
let's see, what else. since i last entry, team tina hit vegas for tina's 30th. many of us -- jenn, andii, cp, alice, nk, katie, hazzy, etc. -- flew our old asses to vegas to act like we were 22 again. we all thought we were doing a pretty good job of fitting in -- that is until crystal started to bust her moves on the dance floor. yes, my chinese floormate from mit who learned calculus in 6th grade and always felt the need to recopy notes from lectures for learning purposes...
"is this the same crystal that we knew in college?"
"i wanted to sway and be chill but had to step it up cause of crystal – she took it to another level!"
"who knew crystal was all hip-hop asian!"
my explanation to the girls: "crystal turned black in atlanta." their collective response: "ahhhhh."
hotlanta -- where the players play, and nerdy asians turn cool black.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Mini Peeps
i love babies. okay, i take that back. i love kids. i don't really know what to do with a micro human being that's just crying, pooping, and eating (oh, what a good life!). but when the micro thang reaches a certain mini age where i can chase it, throw it, and scare it -- i'm pretty good with them. it's like the mini and me are on the same level.
anyhoo, back to babies. so my friends all over the nation are popping out these suckers. (congrats congrats!) my email and snail mail inboxes are full of baby photos and cards...and these little ones are so darn cute!
but as with all things in life, i do have one complaint regarding this matter. why does everyone feel the necessity to sign emails with the baby's name included? "we would like to announce the arrival of baby x. love, mommy, daddy, and baby x." why is the baby x announcing himself to me? are baby x and i on email terms? i didn't think so. so, until the kid can type an email to auntie sauj on his/her own, let's not confuse her please.
on that note, congrats to all the new parents! i'm glad to know you married ones and i have even LESS in common now that you have little micro peeps in your households.
with love, auntie s
anyhoo, back to babies. so my friends all over the nation are popping out these suckers. (congrats congrats!) my email and snail mail inboxes are full of baby photos and cards...and these little ones are so darn cute!
but as with all things in life, i do have one complaint regarding this matter. why does everyone feel the necessity to sign emails with the baby's name included? "we would like to announce the arrival of baby x. love, mommy, daddy, and baby x." why is the baby x announcing himself to me? are baby x and i on email terms? i didn't think so. so, until the kid can type an email to auntie sauj on his/her own, let's not confuse her please.
on that note, congrats to all the new parents! i'm glad to know you married ones and i have even LESS in common now that you have little micro peeps in your households.
with love, auntie s
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Oh Happy Day
circa 2003 when i used to live with steph, the tv was either stuck on the food network or repeatedly playing one of two movies -- bridget jones diary or about a boy. though i agree that both movies were fun to watch, i did not understand how anyone could watch a ligthearted movie not once, not twice, but over and over again. steph told me she left these movies on for ambient background noise, but really, in my opinion, those movies just did not deserve the repeatability of say...shawshank redemption or sound of music (one for quality quotes and one to sing along to, duh.)
now fast forward to...late 2007 / early 2008. writers guild strike ate my regular shows and pooped out crap like cashmere mafia. so, what do i find myself doing between the weekend run of sports? well, i just finished watching bridget jones again. along with a third showing of sister act 2: back in the habit, fourth viewing of devil wears prada, and a fifth time through gridirong gang. i mean, i was just totally wrong before. these types of movies are totally touching and moving -- yes i cheered for rita when she forged her mom's signature to go to the all-state music competition, of course i teared up when andy just didn't recognize herself anymore, and i for sure giggled when the rock said to his team, "are you shitting me? do not tell me you don't know how to spell mustangs!" (hehe) -- and it's still good the second, third...nth time around! who knew!
and who knew that the oh happy day was when jesus washed and not when big jc walked. man, this whole time i was singing it wrong -- good thing i just googled the lyrics.
now fast forward to...late 2007 / early 2008. writers guild strike ate my regular shows and pooped out crap like cashmere mafia. so, what do i find myself doing between the weekend run of sports? well, i just finished watching bridget jones again. along with a third showing of sister act 2: back in the habit, fourth viewing of devil wears prada, and a fifth time through gridirong gang. i mean, i was just totally wrong before. these types of movies are totally touching and moving -- yes i cheered for rita when she forged her mom's signature to go to the all-state music competition, of course i teared up when andy just didn't recognize herself anymore, and i for sure giggled when the rock said to his team, "are you shitting me? do not tell me you don't know how to spell mustangs!" (hehe) -- and it's still good the second, third...nth time around! who knew!
and who knew that the oh happy day was when jesus washed and not when big jc walked. man, this whole time i was singing it wrong -- good thing i just googled the lyrics.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Happy 2008!
wow, how has two full weeks already passed in 2008! i know it's a bit belated, but happy new year, everyone! that is of course to the two people who still read this thang :)
not too much going on here. i had told many people that i would just enjoy the holidays and figure out my life in 2008. i love you too, friends -- to all of you who greeted me with "happy new year; what are you going to do with your life," thank you for reminding me of my lovely bum status.
oh, speaking of bums, why do bums in cold cities just stay there? i mean, if i were a bum in boston, i'd walk my way to this lovely january LA weather -- if i'm sleeping on the sidewalks, i rather my sidewalks be warm, sunny and 75, no? yup, you're right, i only said that to make the point that it's lovely here in LA -- suckers!
hope everyone is enjoying all the fun sports too -- lakers (sad about bynum), ucla bball, pats, t.o. crying, and of course the most fun boxing match ever -- obama vs. hillary.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Sister Fashion
while at anthropologie at the grove few days ago, i saw few korean nuns walking around. and by the sales rack, my eyes met one of them so i said hello. as i sometimes do with random thoughts that pop into my head, i just blurted out and asked her why she was there at the store. in her peaceful nun way, she told me, "look closely at what all the sisters are wearing." as she continued to smile in her peaceful nun way at me, it dawned on me that they all wear normal clothes underneath their sister gowns. i laughed and then, we chatted about christmas, her home convent, etc. she was nice. but of course she was nice.
then this morning at noah's on larchmont, i spotted another group of korean nuns hanging out and having bagels. as i passed them, i nodded a little hello and of course noticed their individualitic garb underneath their black and white nun clothes. where did they get those clothes? are they donations? do they get shopping money from the priests? can they buy clothes at retail prices? oh, so many questions! but i behaved and just came home with my dozen bagels without opening my big mouth.
then it hit me. i had joked in a recent email about how i was a "korean nun-wanna-be" -- a joke i thought was appropriate and funny in light of jc's bday. but since, i've now spotted two groups of nuns in less than three days at my usual hangouts.
hmm. i don't think big g jokes around. i'm a bit weirded out.
then this morning at noah's on larchmont, i spotted another group of korean nuns hanging out and having bagels. as i passed them, i nodded a little hello and of course noticed their individualitic garb underneath their black and white nun clothes. where did they get those clothes? are they donations? do they get shopping money from the priests? can they buy clothes at retail prices? oh, so many questions! but i behaved and just came home with my dozen bagels without opening my big mouth.
then it hit me. i had joked in a recent email about how i was a "korean nun-wanna-be" -- a joke i thought was appropriate and funny in light of jc's bday. but since, i've now spotted two groups of nuns in less than three days at my usual hangouts.
hmm. i don't think big g jokes around. i'm a bit weirded out.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Rain Rain
it's raining here in LA. the weather people on the news are loving this "storm watch 2007." on the 2 pm news, this one field reporter lady was standing outside in oxnard. she squats down to have the camera point at this little puddle of water and she says, "as you can see from this puddle here and the drops within it, the rain is really coming down!" so the puddle was like, 0.00000001 millimeters and there was like four puny drops of water -- no wonder people make fun of us LA people.
speaking of this "torrential" rain, i have a little window a/c unit that makes a whole lot of noise when the rain drops against its metal surface. i've been meaning to put a towel or something on top of it, but always forget since...it never really rains here. anyhoo, last night, after my first softball game in the "storm," i decided to wedge a cardboard box on my window railing as a little umbrella for the a/c. but this morning, i wake up to the rain "pounding" against the metal and think to myself that it was nearly impossible for that box to have fallen out. i go outside to examine the scene, hoping to just find the box lying near by...but no, there is no box near the window. instead, i spot the homeless lady at the bank next door sporting a new cardboard box hat in the same dimensions as my a/c rain cover!
no, i didn't ask for my box back. it is almost christmas. and she wears is very stylishly.
speaking of this "torrential" rain, i have a little window a/c unit that makes a whole lot of noise when the rain drops against its metal surface. i've been meaning to put a towel or something on top of it, but always forget since...it never really rains here. anyhoo, last night, after my first softball game in the "storm," i decided to wedge a cardboard box on my window railing as a little umbrella for the a/c. but this morning, i wake up to the rain "pounding" against the metal and think to myself that it was nearly impossible for that box to have fallen out. i go outside to examine the scene, hoping to just find the box lying near by...but no, there is no box near the window. instead, i spot the homeless lady at the bank next door sporting a new cardboard box hat in the same dimensions as my a/c rain cover!
no, i didn't ask for my box back. it is almost christmas. and she wears is very stylishly.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Oh Kids
hope you all had a fantastic thanksgiving. not much to report from here in sauj's cabesa except one entertaining story from mama yi.
during dinner over the weekend, my mom asked me: "have you heard of a soldier boy? i think he dances." i answer her, "why are you asking?"
her reason: "one of my students walked in early to class one day and was doing some dance steps. he said, 'mrs. yi! this is soooo hard.' and proceeded to practice these really easy moves. and you know, saujin, i learn stuff like this quickly, so i just said, 'what's so hard?' and followed his steps. while this was happening, the rest of the class started to file in and they all stopped and started yelling, screaming, and applauding. i tried to settle them down but they kept begging me to do the dance one more time as they got out their camera phones and stuff. of course i refused. one kid who is failing my class promised to study for the next test if i did the dance again, but at that point, i knew it was something stupid."
so i explain to her who soulja boy is. and she exclaims, "i knew it! those [insert korean expletives here] kids! of course they were entertained by a middle-aged asian lady doing a rapper's dance!"
we laugh. then chew through dinner.
about ten minutes later she says, "...though it is my fault. the first boy didn't ask me to dance. it was just frustrating to watch him!"
more dinner.
then another comment, "...kids these days. they don't even know how to dance! how sad!"
so, bottom line: she's no marie osmond, but my mom does the superman. can yours?
during dinner over the weekend, my mom asked me: "have you heard of a soldier boy? i think he dances." i answer her, "why are you asking?"
her reason: "one of my students walked in early to class one day and was doing some dance steps. he said, 'mrs. yi! this is soooo hard.' and proceeded to practice these really easy moves. and you know, saujin, i learn stuff like this quickly, so i just said, 'what's so hard?' and followed his steps. while this was happening, the rest of the class started to file in and they all stopped and started yelling, screaming, and applauding. i tried to settle them down but they kept begging me to do the dance one more time as they got out their camera phones and stuff. of course i refused. one kid who is failing my class promised to study for the next test if i did the dance again, but at that point, i knew it was something stupid."
so i explain to her who soulja boy is. and she exclaims, "i knew it! those [insert korean expletives here] kids! of course they were entertained by a middle-aged asian lady doing a rapper's dance!"
we laugh. then chew through dinner.
about ten minutes later she says, "...though it is my fault. the first boy didn't ask me to dance. it was just frustrating to watch him!"
more dinner.
then another comment, "...kids these days. they don't even know how to dance! how sad!"
so, bottom line: she's no marie osmond, but my mom does the superman. can yours?
Sunday, November 18, 2007
The Juice
last week sometime, i had a battle with a pomegranate. seriously. i don't know what possessed me to buy a pomegranate. i think it was joann who once told me that getting information out of me was like juicing a pomegranate...and i think i was just curious when i saw one. oh, and my aunt had made me fresh pom juice once, so i figured, hey it can't be too hard! (and yes, this is what happens when you're in mini-retirement phase -- you stroll through the grocery store thinking thoughts such as this and you make fresh squeezed juices during the weekday to pass the time.)
anyhoo, if i were tina, i probably would have looked up 10 websites that told you how to properly make pomegranate juice. but that's no fun. so i just hacked at the durable fruit, removed and stuck the seeds in a blender, put it through a strainer, and tada, had a nice $3, 30-minute, 1 cup of juice. but for that one weenie cup of juice (which i drank very very slowly), i had to wash down the entire kitchen and take a shower because i had purplish red juice stains all over the place.
so, lesson learned? no, it's not "i need to get a job," sheesh. it's "juicing a pomegranate is a great way to waste time and i should do it way more often!"
except...it's one dang expensive fruit. i may need a job after all to afford this hobby. isn't it ironic, don't you think.
anyhoo, if i were tina, i probably would have looked up 10 websites that told you how to properly make pomegranate juice. but that's no fun. so i just hacked at the durable fruit, removed and stuck the seeds in a blender, put it through a strainer, and tada, had a nice $3, 30-minute, 1 cup of juice. but for that one weenie cup of juice (which i drank very very slowly), i had to wash down the entire kitchen and take a shower because i had purplish red juice stains all over the place.
so, lesson learned? no, it's not "i need to get a job," sheesh. it's "juicing a pomegranate is a great way to waste time and i should do it way more often!"
except...it's one dang expensive fruit. i may need a job after all to afford this hobby. isn't it ironic, don't you think.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Remove Me From Me
sometime last week, elissa asked me, "can third cousins marry in korea?"
this question, which i have no answer to, sparked a debate. what does the term third cousins mean? i learned a while back that a second cousin is the child of a first cousin...or so i thought. princeton dictionary agrees with my defintion, but it pretty much stop there. according to matt, wikipedia, and rest of the world wide web, there's a whole another word that can clarify the generation gaps in the cousin-ish relationship -- "removed"...
so, first cousins share the same grandparents; second cousins share the same great-grandparents; and third cousins share the same great-great-grandparents. and if your second cousin has a kid, then that kid is your "second cousin once removed" and if your third cousin has a grandkid, then that grandkid is your "third cousin twice removed"....but are you thinking what i'm thinking? WHO THE F CARES.
well, giuliani's 14-year (second) marriage to his second cousin was supposedly annulled due to that relationship. in case you were keeping up with rudy's weird past, i wanted to make sure you knew his marriage was not to his first cousin once removed -- cause that would be really weird.
and with that, who else is oddly obsessed with mike huckabee!
this question, which i have no answer to, sparked a debate. what does the term third cousins mean? i learned a while back that a second cousin is the child of a first cousin...or so i thought. princeton dictionary agrees with my defintion, but it pretty much stop there. according to matt, wikipedia, and rest of the world wide web, there's a whole another word that can clarify the generation gaps in the cousin-ish relationship -- "removed"...
so, first cousins share the same grandparents; second cousins share the same great-grandparents; and third cousins share the same great-great-grandparents. and if your second cousin has a kid, then that kid is your "second cousin once removed" and if your third cousin has a grandkid, then that grandkid is your "third cousin twice removed"....but are you thinking what i'm thinking? WHO THE F CARES.
well, giuliani's 14-year (second) marriage to his second cousin was supposedly annulled due to that relationship. in case you were keeping up with rudy's weird past, i wanted to make sure you knew his marriage was not to his first cousin once removed -- cause that would be really weird.
and with that, who else is oddly obsessed with mike huckabee!
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