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.
4/23/2007
4/16/2007
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.]
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.]
4/11/2007
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.
- 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.
3/27/2007
thank you m1ss manners
... for agreeing with me on this one. I've always found it offensive when strangers stop me and tell me to smile and only when I'm alone. Every time I've shared this people makes me feel like I'm crazy for thinking this. They make excuses or make me feel as if I'm being rude. Now, I can stick out my tongue and tell people, "M1ss Manners told I don't have to smile at you!!"
DEAR MISS MANNERS: I'm a bit unsure how to respond to strange men who greet me on the street. (I work in an area where this is common.)
While we're on this topic, during work functions I've had two men ask me if I work out. What is that about? Ew.
DEAR MISS MANNERS: I'm a bit unsure how to respond to strange men who greet me on the street. (I work in an area where this is common.)
I feel rude ignoring a friendly greeting, yet I can't help but notice that this does not happen when I am in the company of others, nor do these apparently very outgoing folks seem to greet single men. Usually I smile weakly and hurry by. Do you have any better advice?
GENTLE READER: Yes: Don't smile weakly.
This society is in dire need of a clear understanding of the word "friendly." Miss Manners notices that nowadays it is mostly used to describe meager service at impersonal institutions or unwelcome liberties administered by strangers.
"I was only trying to be friendly" is the argument by which the intrusive make their hapless targets feel that they are the ones who have transgressed. It is not only predators who ogle lone females but also grabbers who administer hugs on anyone they have diagnosed as being in emotional need; busybodies who probe for personal information, critics who offer unsolicited assessments and advice; and all those who address adults they have never met before (or, as in the case of telephone solicitors, whom they never will meet) by their first names or nicknames.
Are these people actually friends? Are they promising candidates for friendship?
No, but the fear that failing to respond would be rude works, as it did on you, because we Americans pride ourselves on being a friendly people. In a mobile society, as in the frontier circumstances that preceded it, it is pleasant and necessary to be open to new friendships.However, this does not mean that we have surrendered the privilege of choosing our friends. If your greeters were simply full of harmless good cheer, why would they ignore you when you happen to be accompanied by, say a big burly gentleman? Unless you consider that rude, you should realize that you may also ignore them without being rude.
While we're on this topic, during work functions I've had two men ask me if I work out. What is that about? Ew.
3/17/2007
an LA day
There are some days when I think that living in LA is awesome. Today was one of those.
I went to the anti-war march/rally with messy in Hollywood today. One of the speakers was President Bartlett, uh, I mean Mart1n Sheen. He gave a really inspiration talk, messy said MS was probably channeling the WestWing. There are a lot of crazies in the anti-war/peace movement. We chose to walk by the "Immaculate community" -- a bunch of senior citizens holding signs that spoke messages of peace and hope. We liked it better than standing with the flag-covered coffins.
The march started at Ho11ywood/Vine. We were standing in front of the PantagesTheater debating whether or not we should go back to the theater and get cheap W1cked tickets for the evening show. The march was very Hollywood -- where else can you march against the war AND get tickets for a show? Okay, maybe NYC. But can you see a Jedi, Spongebob Square Pants AND batman along the march route in NYC? I think not. Hollywood is an awesomely weird place. Last time I went with Minsoo, Sarah, Secret and Secret's sister, we saw a dude bleeding by the metro station. Awesome.
Today, we took the metro -- yes, LA has a (limited) subway system. It was very convenient. It's super clean (because no one really takes it) and the trains feel new. It's like BART, only nicer. When I ride the metro I can see and appreciate the hard work of my urban planning bretheren (as a lot of metro employees were ucla_urban planning grads). Nerdy.
On another LA note, I rented Quinceanera today, which is about life in Echo Park, through the eyes of a Latino family. Echo Park is near Chinatown in LA -- a working class predominantly Latino community that is being transformed into a "hip" area. There were a lot of gentrification undertones and a lot of cool scenes of LA in the movie -- two of my favorite topics. My coworker was even an extra in one of the scenes! Yay for LA.
I went to the anti-war march/rally with messy in Hollywood today. One of the speakers was President Bartlett, uh, I mean Mart1n Sheen. He gave a really inspiration talk, messy said MS was probably channeling the WestWing. There are a lot of crazies in the anti-war/peace movement. We chose to walk by the "Immaculate community" -- a bunch of senior citizens holding signs that spoke messages of peace and hope. We liked it better than standing with the flag-covered coffins.
The march started at Ho11ywood/Vine. We were standing in front of the PantagesTheater debating whether or not we should go back to the theater and get cheap W1cked tickets for the evening show. The march was very Hollywood -- where else can you march against the war AND get tickets for a show? Okay, maybe NYC. But can you see a Jedi, Spongebob Square Pants AND batman along the march route in NYC? I think not. Hollywood is an awesomely weird place. Last time I went with Minsoo, Sarah, Secret and Secret's sister, we saw a dude bleeding by the metro station. Awesome.
Today, we took the metro -- yes, LA has a (limited) subway system. It was very convenient. It's super clean (because no one really takes it) and the trains feel new. It's like BART, only nicer. When I ride the metro I can see and appreciate the hard work of my urban planning bretheren (as a lot of metro employees were ucla_urban planning grads). Nerdy.
On another LA note, I rented Quinceanera today, which is about life in Echo Park, through the eyes of a Latino family. Echo Park is near Chinatown in LA -- a working class predominantly Latino community that is being transformed into a "hip" area. There were a lot of gentrification undertones and a lot of cool scenes of LA in the movie -- two of my favorite topics. My coworker was even an extra in one of the scenes! Yay for LA.
3/15/2007
people never get it right.
Yesterday I was walking down the street in the 'hood with a co-worker, on our way to a workshop we were facilitating, when an African American man (possibly homeless) walked by us and exclaimed, "Wow an Asian and a negro, together! Wow! Korea and Africa."
We just shook our heads and I said, "People never get it right." My co-worker said "Oh my gosh... some people...all you can do is laugh." I know he had good intentions and was probably genuinely impressed with us, but he just expressed it in a weird way.
The other day, my boss told me that one our leaders (I work for a community organizing group led by community residents who are members/leaders) asked her how old I was. When my boss told the leader, he said, "What? I thought she was 12!"
People have weird observations and assumptions of me. I think it's also because I don't work in a community of people that look like me. I don't think I've ever work with people that look like me. Eventually I hope to. It's hard because I definitely feel marginalized by the assumptions people have of me based on my assumed race/ethnicity, age, gender. People who say those things don't matter in life must live in a hole. I notice my identity everyday.
We just shook our heads and I said, "People never get it right." My co-worker said "Oh my gosh... some people...all you can do is laugh." I know he had good intentions and was probably genuinely impressed with us, but he just expressed it in a weird way.
The other day, my boss told me that one our leaders (I work for a community organizing group led by community residents who are members/leaders) asked her how old I was. When my boss told the leader, he said, "What? I thought she was 12!"
People have weird observations and assumptions of me. I think it's also because I don't work in a community of people that look like me. I don't think I've ever work with people that look like me. Eventually I hope to. It's hard because I definitely feel marginalized by the assumptions people have of me based on my assumed race/ethnicity, age, gender. People who say those things don't matter in life must live in a hole. I notice my identity everyday.
3/11/2007
flying solo
Minsoo's in the motherland this week and I already miss him.
On Friday night, when I returned from dinner with hannah and messy, I walked by my neighbor's apartment and saw my neighbor sitting at his dining room table in front of the window... cleaning his rifle.
I didn't sleep well on Friday night. 7 more days to go.
On Friday night, when I returned from dinner with hannah and messy, I walked by my neighbor's apartment and saw my neighbor sitting at his dining room table in front of the window... cleaning his rifle.
I didn't sleep well on Friday night. 7 more days to go.
3/01/2007
honolulu here i come
I'm off to Hawaii tomorrow afternoon for my cousin's wedding... Yes, my other cousin who lives there is getting married there this weekend. It's nice to have relatives over there. Minsoo is going to freezing cold-ass Boston this weekend. So sad!
I don't think it's going to be a very restful vacation, but at least I'll be somewhere warm and I dig the local island food. I also like flying Hawa11an air. I immediately feel the "Aloha" when I step onto the plane. I guess that cheesy ukelele music, island patterned seat covers and flight attendants really get me in the island mood.
Gahhhh It's too bad I'll be doing work on the plane! Aloha.
I don't think it's going to be a very restful vacation, but at least I'll be somewhere warm and I dig the local island food. I also like flying Hawa11an air. I immediately feel the "Aloha" when I step onto the plane. I guess that cheesy ukelele music, island patterned seat covers and flight attendants really get me in the island mood.
Gahhhh It's too bad I'll be doing work on the plane! Aloha.
2/24/2007
2/18/2007
my parents and their scary pop culture knowledge
In the car, on the way home from dinner, I was talking about the movie Id1ocracy:
me:Speaking of ...BritneyS is one of those idiots who's procreating like crazy. I mean she cuts off all her hair and --
mom: And you know what she did after that? She went and got some tattoos!
dad: No, she got the tattoos BEFORE she cut her hair --
me: -- Alright, let's stop talking about this. (to minsoo)I can't believe my parents are talking about Britney_Spears.
me:
mom: And you know what she did after that? She went and got some tattoos!
dad: No, she got the tattoos BEFORE she cut her hair --
me: -- Alright, let's stop talking about this. (to minsoo)
2/14/2007
a social justice love message
"Choosing love we also choose to live in community, and that means we do not have to change by ourselves... the moment we choose to love we begin to move against domination, against oppression. The moment we choose to love we begin to move toward freedom..." -- bell hooks
2/04/2007
RIP favorite pajama pants
I have a favorite pair of blue pajama pants that I bought on a whim at AmericanEagle in '03. They've become my favorite because the length fits me perfectly.
As many girls might tell you, finding a good pair of comfy pj pants is like gold. In college, I used to wear pjs to class when I was feeling sick, lazy or fat. I used to go home and put on my pj pants immediately after eating at the dining hall because my jeans were too restricting. I know that many of the girls Anyway, we girls love them pajama pants.
This is why I was distraught when I put on my pj pants tonight and found a BIG ASS fat hole in my favorite pj pants... not only was it gigantic (I could fit my fist through it), but the hole was smack in the middle of my left butt cheek, providing an ample view of my underwear. The hole wasn't even really a "hole," but more of a spot in the pants that had worn down to the threads and then eventually expanded into a huge hole. Basically, my pjs were disintegrating, starting with the material covering my ass. Well, that's not totally true. I guess I didn't heed the warning signs: the holes on the waistband that revealed the elastic band and drawstring and the small holes on the semas on the side of the pant legs...
Minsoo thought it was really hilarious and made fun of me but I'm so sad. Do you know how hard it is to find pj pants for short girls? I might have to hit up the children's section.
As many girls might tell you, finding a good pair of comfy pj pants is like gold. In college, I used to wear pjs to class when I was feeling sick, lazy or fat. I used to go home and put on my pj pants immediately after eating at the dining hall because my jeans were too restricting. I know that many of the girls Anyway, we girls love them pajama pants.
This is why I was distraught when I put on my pj pants tonight and found a BIG ASS fat hole in my favorite pj pants... not only was it gigantic (I could fit my fist through it), but the hole was smack in the middle of my left butt cheek, providing an ample view of my underwear. The hole wasn't even really a "hole," but more of a spot in the pants that had worn down to the threads and then eventually expanded into a huge hole. Basically, my pjs were disintegrating, starting with the material covering my ass. Well, that's not totally true. I guess I didn't heed the warning signs: the holes on the waistband that revealed the elastic band and drawstring and the small holes on the semas on the side of the pant legs...
Minsoo thought it was really hilarious and made fun of me but I'm so sad. Do you know how hard it is to find pj pants for short girls? I might have to hit up the children's section.
1/30/2007
has hell finally frozen over?
No really, has it?
Rush hour on "the devil" (aka the 4o5 freeway) is usually from 2pm-9pm so when I hop on the freeway at 6:30pm I fully expect to inch along for a hellish 3 miles or 4 exits. Today, I hopped on the "devil" after work today and zoomed along... at 60 miles per hour on the far right lane... for the entire time! It took me 3 minutes to drive what normally takes me at least 20 minutes.
Wheeeeee!! I was giddy when I drove off the freeway and didn't even have to stop at the signal at the bottom of the ramp. It was a total rush.
I had to come home and immediately capture this moment. I have a feeling this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Rush hour on "the devil" (aka the 4o5 freeway) is usually from 2pm-9pm so when I hop on the freeway at 6:30pm I fully expect to inch along for a hellish 3 miles or 4 exits. Today, I hopped on the "devil" after work today and zoomed along... at 60 miles per hour on the far right lane... for the entire time! It took me 3 minutes to drive what normally takes me at least 20 minutes.
Wheeeeee!! I was giddy when I drove off the freeway and didn't even have to stop at the signal at the bottom of the ramp. It was a total rush.
I had to come home and immediately capture this moment. I have a feeling this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
1/28/2007
good, bad, ugly
The good: The book, The Namesake_by JhumpaLahiri. Minsoo and I got the book from hannah & sarah and I started it the week after Christmas and finished it up this past weekend. I usually like non-fiction books about politics & religion, but occassionally I get hooked on a really good novel or piece of children's lit (i.e. HarryP0tter). I can't wait for the movie.
The bad: Minsoo is sick... again! He had bronchitis, got better, went to Sundance and now is sick again! I've been sleeping on the futon for the past month to try and avoid the germies. I think Phil is getting annoyed at my attempts to help him get better. I can't help it -- I am obsessed with problem solving, which he calls "telling me what to do." I say it's "being a good wife."
The ugly: I had an "ug1y betty" moment this past week: While most of the time I muddle around, trying to figure out how to fit into my job and my workplace, I had a great meeting with the pres. of my organization -- the first time I'd ever met with him personally since I started interning/working TWO years ago. We talked about my background (i.e. frustrated journalism career, crazy weird non-profit work, urban planning school) and my aspirations (Asian American progressive organizing/capacity building/electoral power/research) and after the convo, I totally felt reinspired by my work. When I got into my car after the meeting, I turned on the radio to hear that KT Tunsta11 song "Suddenly 1 See" -- the same song that played after the first ep. of U.B. when she walks away feeling good about her work after having the worst first week ever. Anyway, when I heard it, I thanked God for reminding me that things will get better and that Betty Suarez is one of my new heroes. Shut up, it's cheesy but true.
The bad: Minsoo is sick... again! He had bronchitis, got better, went to Sundance and now is sick again! I've been sleeping on the futon for the past month to try and avoid the germies. I think Phil is getting annoyed at my attempts to help him get better. I can't help it -- I am obsessed with problem solving, which he calls "telling me what to do." I say it's "being a good wife."
The ugly: I had an "ug1y betty" moment this past week: While most of the time I muddle around, trying to figure out how to fit into my job and my workplace, I had a great meeting with the pres. of my organization -- the first time I'd ever met with him personally since I started interning/working TWO years ago. We talked about my background (i.e. frustrated journalism career, crazy weird non-profit work, urban planning school) and my aspirations (Asian American progressive organizing/capacity building/electoral power/research) and after the convo, I totally felt reinspired by my work. When I got into my car after the meeting, I turned on the radio to hear that KT Tunsta11 song "Suddenly 1 See" -- the same song that played after the first ep. of U.B. when she walks away feeling good about her work after having the worst first week ever. Anyway, when I heard it, I thanked God for reminding me that things will get better and that Betty Suarez is one of my new heroes. Shut up, it's cheesy but true.
1/23/2007
state of the uni0n
The annual address by the prez is always a fun political time. Today I got the chance to get home from work early so I got to watch the political show. Dang it, this is when I wish I got cable so I could watch Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert.
Some "Fun" stats I collected while watching:
- Number of times W used any words related to terr0rism: 19
- other fav words of W: security (9) & enemy (9)
... If we were playing a drinking game, I'd be wasted by now.
Significant moments:
- Addressing the speaker of the house as "Madame." Hells yeah, Nancy,you my girl! The first female speaker of the house and 3rd in line to be president. Historic. Work that pale green suit, girlfriend! I'm a little bit teary eyed at this point... but don't worry, the tears don't last for long...
- The Iowa senator started clapping like crazy when W mentioned ethanol (his state makes a lot of corn!) -- It looked like he was playing deal or no deal and just picked briefcase number 10 in hopes that it's filled with a dollar.
- The president briefly mentions diplomacy as part of his "plan" for Iraq... does he even know what that means? Beer almost spilled out of my nose.
- The camera was focused on Condi, who was staring really intently and looked drugged out. She has weird eyes.
- W mentions Sept 11th and connects the war in Iraq. Haven't we gone over this before?
- 92,000 soldiers deployed in the next 5 years :(
- The subway hero is honored in the gallery!! I wonder if it's the greatest moment of his life, but I guess saving a guy who's fallen onto subway tracks by jumping onto of them to hold them down while a train rolls over you is pretty friggin amazing and crazy scary. Being in the gallery during the state of the uni0n address is just kinda exciting.
- Some lady gets a huge old smooch from W as he's walking out of the gallery and signing autographs. She looks all giddy. Ewwwwww.
There you go, now you know some of the most insignificant details from W's speech.
Obama in 2008. Obama in 2008. Obama in 2008.
Some "Fun" stats I collected while watching:
- Number of times W used any words related to terr0rism: 19
- other fav words of W: security (9) & enemy (9)
... If we were playing a drinking game, I'd be wasted by now.
Significant moments:
- Addressing the speaker of the house as "Madame." Hells yeah, Nancy,you my girl! The first female speaker of the house and 3rd in line to be president. Historic. Work that pale green suit, girlfriend! I'm a little bit teary eyed at this point... but don't worry, the tears don't last for long...
- The Iowa senator started clapping like crazy when W mentioned ethanol (his state makes a lot of corn!) -- It looked like he was playing deal or no deal and just picked briefcase number 10 in hopes that it's filled with a dollar.
- The president briefly mentions diplomacy as part of his "plan" for Iraq... does he even know what that means? Beer almost spilled out of my nose.
- The camera was focused on Condi, who was staring really intently and looked drugged out. She has weird eyes.
- W mentions Sept 11th and connects the war in Iraq. Haven't we gone over this before?
- 92,000 soldiers deployed in the next 5 years :(
- The subway hero is honored in the gallery!! I wonder if it's the greatest moment of his life, but I guess saving a guy who's fallen onto subway tracks by jumping onto of them to hold them down while a train rolls over you is pretty friggin amazing and crazy scary. Being in the gallery during the state of the uni0n address is just kinda exciting.
- Some lady gets a huge old smooch from W as he's walking out of the gallery and signing autographs. She looks all giddy. Ewwwwww.
There you go, now you know some of the most insignificant details from W's speech.
Obama in 2008. Obama in 2008. Obama in 2008.
1/21/2007
an open letter to my neighbors at apt #15
Dear Sirs,
I respect the fact that everyone has different living habits, however, I'd like to address the way you like to wake up in the morning. Yes, I'm writing about the obscenely loud stereo system blasting bad -um I mean "rock metal hybrid"- music. Based on my observations, I can only assume that you may have the following ailments:
- loss of hearing (I can hear and feel the thump of each and every word of every song you play on your stereo at 6am -- is the thumping what wakes you up?)
- lack of taste (waking up to nickelback makes me want to rip my ears off in the morning)
- inability to hit snooze (i know that you must love that one song, but it's just mean to make us listen for longer than 5 minutes)
- lack of taste (come on now, blasting NICKELBACK???? At least pick a decent artist... some hip hop perhaps?)
- a sleep disorder (This is why you cannot set your alarm to a normal volume)
Everyday I consider banging the wall with my fist and shouting, "Shut the HELL up you freak with no taste!!" but I'm so exhausted from waking up at 6am to the sound of snow patrol's chasing cars (the cool song you've played, but is now tainted as I cannot listen to it without feeling cheated) I cannot drag my body out of bed to bang on the wall 1 foot from my bed. Sometime I sing along to this song while waving my fist and crying bitter tears, mourning the death of my slumber.
I've considered walking next door and telling you to shut up, but I think you already know. I think you already know because when I see you in the hallway, you don't look me in the eye. I think you know you already messed it up when your apartment smelled like ass for a month and the stench made me gag as I walked by your open window each day. And I'm not even going to go into your recent re-tiling effort and the way your creepy friends glare at me through the windows when you're playing poker and I walk by.
I'd like to ask for your consideration, however, I highly doubt you will change your ways. So I guess this letter is just a way for me to let you know that just in case you hear a thumping and shouting coming from the southern wall of your apartment, It's me, crying out for one more hour of sweet, sweet sleep.
Your neighbor,
Me.
I respect the fact that everyone has different living habits, however, I'd like to address the way you like to wake up in the morning. Yes, I'm writing about the obscenely loud stereo system blasting bad -um I mean "rock metal hybrid"- music. Based on my observations, I can only assume that you may have the following ailments:
- loss of hearing (I can hear and feel the thump of each and every word of every song you play on your stereo at 6am -- is the thumping what wakes you up?)
- lack of taste (waking up to nickelback makes me want to rip my ears off in the morning)
- inability to hit snooze (i know that you must love that one song, but it's just mean to make us listen for longer than 5 minutes)
- lack of taste (come on now, blasting NICKELBACK???? At least pick a decent artist... some hip hop perhaps?)
- a sleep disorder (This is why you cannot set your alarm to a normal volume)
Everyday I consider banging the wall with my fist and shouting, "Shut the HELL up you freak with no taste!!" but I'm so exhausted from waking up at 6am to the sound of snow patrol's chasing cars (the cool song you've played, but is now tainted as I cannot listen to it without feeling cheated) I cannot drag my body out of bed to bang on the wall 1 foot from my bed. Sometime I sing along to this song while waving my fist and crying bitter tears, mourning the death of my slumber.
I've considered walking next door and telling you to shut up, but I think you already know. I think you already know because when I see you in the hallway, you don't look me in the eye. I think you know you already messed it up when your apartment smelled like ass for a month and the stench made me gag as I walked by your open window each day. And I'm not even going to go into your recent re-tiling effort and the way your creepy friends glare at me through the windows when you're playing poker and I walk by.
I'd like to ask for your consideration, however, I highly doubt you will change your ways. So I guess this letter is just a way for me to let you know that just in case you hear a thumping and shouting coming from the southern wall of your apartment, It's me, crying out for one more hour of sweet, sweet sleep.
Your neighbor,
Me.
1/15/2007
crack tax?
Today I was in the car, talking to minsoo, when I caught the end of an NPR story about the "crack tax."
I was like...the what??
I didn't catch the whole story so I wasn't sure what they were talking about but I was hoping that it was a tariff on girls who wear such low riding pants that you can stick a nickel in their ass-cracks. Even better would have been to add a tax for the "muffin-top" offense. You know what I'm talking about.
It turns out, though, that the tax is on drug dealers in Tennessee. They pay it annonymously and if they are caught dealing drugs they must prove they paid the tax or else they'll get in more trouble for not only dealing but also not paying. Yes, a weird tax.
I was like...the what??
I didn't catch the whole story so I wasn't sure what they were talking about but I was hoping that it was a tariff on girls who wear such low riding pants that you can stick a nickel in their ass-cracks. Even better would have been to add a tax for the "muffin-top" offense. You know what I'm talking about.
It turns out, though, that the tax is on drug dealers in Tennessee. They pay it annonymously and if they are caught dealing drugs they must prove they paid the tax or else they'll get in more trouble for not only dealing but also not paying. Yes, a weird tax.
1/09/2007
Abundance of what?
It's been less than a week since I resumed work after our winter break and I'm already working long hours. There's already a bunch of changes that are going on with work stuff and it's only the second week of January!!!
We're heading into the year of the pig, which symbolizes abundance. I am hoping for an abundance of wealth. I have a feeling this year will be about abundance of work.
We're heading into the year of the pig, which symbolizes abundance. I am hoping for an abundance of wealth. I have a feeling this year will be about abundance of work.
1/04/2007
Oh-seven, schveven
This is the obligatory holiday overview/new years resolution post.
I had a lot of holiday fun with family & friends. From Christmas with my crazy family (our annual family gift exchange included swapping TWO copies of the new Flower Drum S0ng DVD... yes, we are interesting) and minsoo's cousin's baby party, we had a good time full of crazy Yu/Kim/Lee/Wu family craziness. I also think I hosted my favorite new year's party ever. I got to see NU friends, especially our favorite third member of the loser's lair and had a really fun time with friends from LA.
My favorite parts of the holiday?
2 copies of the Flower Drum Song DVD at our family gift exchange... my weird family
Hanging with my sister Jess and my other sisters Hannah and Sarah [beh-tah Not]
Baby Eric Turns 1
Margaritas @ New Year's Eve made by small group peeps
Father's 0ffice Steak Salad & Sweet Potato Fries & Anchor Steam/Red Sail
Messing with the messy
Seeing friends from out of town like Summer & LoloSu
Sleeping in
My two-week holiday vacation was cut short on Wednesday morning when I got a call from my boss telling me that I was supposed to come into work. I thought our office was closed THROUGH Jan 3, when in fact, it was closed UNTIL Jan 3. Uh-oh. I spent my first whole day back moving furniture from the first floor to the second floor and rearranging our new office space, which kept me awake and away from actual work, but made my first day back seem very strenuous. I think I already need another vacation.
In terms of a new year's resolution, I kind of don't believe that resolutions work because every year I think of the same resolutions. In reality, each year is an opportunity to continue doing the good things you started last year, or try and stop the bad behaviors you started last year. Resolutions are always a continuation of last year's. In any case, my new year's resolution
is that it will be sucka-free. Whether that means I will not be a sucka or that I will not be around suckas is up for interpretation.
There. I am done. Ah, this post was boring. Maybe I should make a resolution to write interesting posts in 2007.
I had a lot of holiday fun with family & friends. From Christmas with my crazy family (our annual family gift exchange included swapping TWO copies of the new Flower Drum S0ng DVD... yes, we are interesting) and minsoo's cousin's baby party, we had a good time full of crazy Yu/Kim/Lee/Wu family craziness. I also think I hosted my favorite new year's party ever. I got to see NU friends, especially our favorite third member of the loser's lair and had a really fun time with friends from LA.
My favorite parts of the holiday?
2 copies of the Flower Drum Song DVD at our family gift exchange... my weird family
Hanging with my sister Jess and my other sisters Hannah and Sarah [beh-tah Not]
Baby Eric Turns 1
Margaritas @ New Year's Eve made by small group peeps
Father's 0ffice Steak Salad & Sweet Potato Fries & Anchor Steam/Red Sail
Messing with the messy
Seeing friends from out of town like Summer & LoloSu
Sleeping in
My two-week holiday vacation was cut short on Wednesday morning when I got a call from my boss telling me that I was supposed to come into work. I thought our office was closed THROUGH Jan 3, when in fact, it was closed UNTIL Jan 3. Uh-oh. I spent my first whole day back moving furniture from the first floor to the second floor and rearranging our new office space, which kept me awake and away from actual work, but made my first day back seem very strenuous. I think I already need another vacation.
In terms of a new year's resolution, I kind of don't believe that resolutions work because every year I think of the same resolutions. In reality, each year is an opportunity to continue doing the good things you started last year, or try and stop the bad behaviors you started last year. Resolutions are always a continuation of last year's. In any case, my new year's resolution
is that it will be sucka-free. Whether that means I will not be a sucka or that I will not be around suckas is up for interpretation.
There. I am done. Ah, this post was boring. Maybe I should make a resolution to write interesting posts in 2007.
12/27/2006
New Look
This new look was not meant to be significant or symbolic. My blog was missing its archives so I had to change my template to restore my archives. Stupid blogger "upgrade."
I might just change it back. This one is too serious.
I might just change it back. This one is too serious.
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