Of course, I know Eiko Ishioka would have made an even more fabulous wedding dress.
Image from starandstyle.com
Friday, April 29, 2011
So that happened
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
A New Post to a New Year
Let's see if I can't force myself to post at least once a week this year.
We visited my grandpa in the hospital today. A few weeks ago, he went in to get scar tissue removed from his back, and since the scar tissue was pressing against some nerves (and of course surgical wound right up the back), he's been going through physical therapy. The only person who can really give him much company is my grandma, but we go by now and again, mostly at the request of my oldest sister, who grew up close to my grandparents until we all moved (we only moved about an hour south, which isn't very far, but finding parking in San Francisco sucks so much it's a wonder I used to visit my grandparents every weekend).
For brunch, we had dim sum, which was delicious and would have been more delicious if dad didn't have to hunt for parking.
Afterwards, dad took my sisters to the Buddhist temple where their mom and grandma's plaques are. I had been there before, though I can't remember what for. It's located in a (rather wide and clean) alleyway. Enter through the door and climb some steep, narrow stairs with gated-off doors to the sides. At the very top is the temple, though "temple" is too austere a word to describe it. Some old people were sitting at a booth and my father greeted them. Along the north wall were probably hundreds of red plaques with the names of the deceased written in gold characters. Dad pointed out the plaques that belonged to my sisters' mom and grandma (neither were very new or clean looking). We grabbed some incense sticks, lit them, and offered some prayers. Dad told us that there used to be a lot of people in the temple. There was still some free space on the wall.
Last week Dad told us that when he was in the temple, an old woman who he had never meet before came up to him and told him that she saw his first wife next to her. Dad's not a terribly religious or spiritual person, but he humored the old woman. She then described his first wife with extreme detail, the way only someone who had known her could have. The old woman told him that she could hear what his first wife was saying. When he asked her, she said that his first wife wanted him to, "live on."
I thought it sounded so much like something out of a movie.
When we exited the temple, we could hear strains of Katy Perry; then that was drowned out by firecrackers.
We visited my grandpa in the hospital today. A few weeks ago, he went in to get scar tissue removed from his back, and since the scar tissue was pressing against some nerves (and of course surgical wound right up the back), he's been going through physical therapy. The only person who can really give him much company is my grandma, but we go by now and again, mostly at the request of my oldest sister, who grew up close to my grandparents until we all moved (we only moved about an hour south, which isn't very far, but finding parking in San Francisco sucks so much it's a wonder I used to visit my grandparents every weekend).
For brunch, we had dim sum, which was delicious and would have been more delicious if dad didn't have to hunt for parking.
Afterwards, dad took my sisters to the Buddhist temple where their mom and grandma's plaques are. I had been there before, though I can't remember what for. It's located in a (rather wide and clean) alleyway. Enter through the door and climb some steep, narrow stairs with gated-off doors to the sides. At the very top is the temple, though "temple" is too austere a word to describe it. Some old people were sitting at a booth and my father greeted them. Along the north wall were probably hundreds of red plaques with the names of the deceased written in gold characters. Dad pointed out the plaques that belonged to my sisters' mom and grandma (neither were very new or clean looking). We grabbed some incense sticks, lit them, and offered some prayers. Dad told us that there used to be a lot of people in the temple. There was still some free space on the wall.
Last week Dad told us that when he was in the temple, an old woman who he had never meet before came up to him and told him that she saw his first wife next to her. Dad's not a terribly religious or spiritual person, but he humored the old woman. She then described his first wife with extreme detail, the way only someone who had known her could have. The old woman told him that she could hear what his first wife was saying. When he asked her, she said that his first wife wanted him to, "live on."
I thought it sounded so much like something out of a movie.
When we exited the temple, we could hear strains of Katy Perry; then that was drowned out by firecrackers.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
IS YOUR BODY READY?
I present the time-waster of the day: The Homolust Challenge Generator.
Really, it's what the name says. Hit the generate button and see what scenario comes out. I think it's a bad sign when "A [sic] actor fucks a clumsy serial killer under a bridge. They are strangers. It must involve penance and frottage" is one of the more normal results.
Really, it's what the name says. Hit the generate button and see what scenario comes out. I think it's a bad sign when "A [sic] actor fucks a clumsy serial killer under a bridge. They are strangers. It must involve penance and frottage" is one of the more normal results.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
All thinks considered, I ought to be veg.
Today mom and dad bought some crab to go with our weird-ass Chinese-meets-Middle-American Thanksgiving dinner. The crabs were kept live in a brown paper bag in the sink outside. Later my dad dismembered them and removed the parts that we weren't going to eat.
When I was a kid, mom would buy fish from the Chinese supermarket. Chinese supermarkets, for those not in the know, generally have a live seafood section where you can pick the fish you want and have the option of taking it home and killing it there. As the fish would be fresher if you cook it soon after killing, my parents would opt to buy the fish live. On the drive home I would have a fish in a bag flopping and dying next to me. Upon reaching home, I would go to my bedroom so that I wouldn't have to hear my mom whack the fish's head off. One day, my mom showed me the fish's headless body in the fridge; the nerves were still active, so the body made breathing motions as it had before death.
Yet the only reason I didn't want to eat fish was because I didn't like the taste. Now I enjoy fish. I suspect that I plain don't have any illusions about the dead animals I'm eating.
When I was a kid, mom would buy fish from the Chinese supermarket. Chinese supermarkets, for those not in the know, generally have a live seafood section where you can pick the fish you want and have the option of taking it home and killing it there. As the fish would be fresher if you cook it soon after killing, my parents would opt to buy the fish live. On the drive home I would have a fish in a bag flopping and dying next to me. Upon reaching home, I would go to my bedroom so that I wouldn't have to hear my mom whack the fish's head off. One day, my mom showed me the fish's headless body in the fridge; the nerves were still active, so the body made breathing motions as it had before death.
Yet the only reason I didn't want to eat fish was because I didn't like the taste. Now I enjoy fish. I suspect that I plain don't have any illusions about the dead animals I'm eating.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Fleur's Dress
So today, I caught up with the rest of the world and saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part 1). And being me, what really stood out to me?
Totally looks like it came from the Alexander McQueen Winter 2008 collection.
I gotta wonder: is that a modified version of the dress, did costume designer Jany Temime get permission to use the look, or did she plagiarise it? Now there would be some drama.
Images from rockthetrend.
Totally looks like it came from the Alexander McQueen Winter 2008 collection.
I gotta wonder: is that a modified version of the dress, did costume designer Jany Temime get permission to use the look, or did she plagiarise it? Now there would be some drama.
Images from rockthetrend.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
It Happened One Day
In the school I'm studying at and the surrounding area, there's a general understanding the the students and people are much friendlier than the more densely populated parts of California (ie the Bay Area and So Cal). People say hello to strangers and strike up friendly conversation.
I thought I could avoid this, but I hadn't, clearly this blog post wouldn't exist.
After conversing with a girl with a distinctive button (lips stitched shut--drawn by my friend Dian and the main reason I wanted to speak with the girl) on the bus, I was approached by another student. The subject of our conversation was not terribly interesting, mostly about my cheap pilates mat, the midnight showing of Harry Potter, and Thanksgiving break, but the entire time I wondered to myself where I had seen her.
We were both heading to the PE building, where the class for our campus literary magazine was, and as I don't know many of the people were, I wondered if she attended that class as well. As it turns out, she didn't. And as she said goodbye to me, I realised that I too, after almost four years, had been drawn into the web of congeniality surrounding our school.
I thought I could avoid this, but I hadn't, clearly this blog post wouldn't exist.
After conversing with a girl with a distinctive button (lips stitched shut--drawn by my friend Dian and the main reason I wanted to speak with the girl) on the bus, I was approached by another student. The subject of our conversation was not terribly interesting, mostly about my cheap pilates mat, the midnight showing of Harry Potter, and Thanksgiving break, but the entire time I wondered to myself where I had seen her.
We were both heading to the PE building, where the class for our campus literary magazine was, and as I don't know many of the people were, I wondered if she attended that class as well. As it turns out, she didn't. And as she said goodbye to me, I realised that I too, after almost four years, had been drawn into the web of congeniality surrounding our school.
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