ma ma

My grandmother is 98 years old. I know, NINETY EIGHT! She's lived a full life.

Anyway, she had a stroke this weekend.

I'll be up in SJ on Wednesday for a day just to see her. I heard she's pretty much in a coma. We've gone through a few scares and she's always managed to pull through. This time, it's not looking good.

One of my favorite memories of her is when she taught us how to make ghetto char siu baos using pre-made bisquits in that pop-up canister. So wrong, yet so yum.

i OD'd on tragic news

Part of my job is to track latest news on all things related to my work (especially when I'm procrastinating). This means that part of the day, I'm on the "internets" tracking news outlets -- and this means that todayI OD'd on news coverage of the V1rginia Tech sh00tings. I couldn't stop refreshing on my RSS feeds, reading the student blogs, watching the horrible grainy cell phone clips. So tragic. Anyway, don't really know what else to say, given that I'm so removed from that situation yet feel strangely connected. Those buildings reminded me of my own college experience which made me remember how safe and insulated I felt wandering campus.

So anyway, now I'm watching danc1ng with the stars to try and neutral1ze it all.

Sad sad day. [Insert cliche statement about life here.]

carz in the hood.

Today i saw

- A yellow car on hydrolics.

- A car parked in the middle of the jack-in-the-b0x parking lot (not in a space), radio blasting, no driver in sight.

- A car start to pull out of the gas station -- with the pump still in the car's nozzle. The dude driving the car screeched to a halt and screamed, "NOT AGAIN??!!"

Just another day workin' in the hood.