Trials and Tribulations

I don't want to have one of those blogs where all I do is b.... but some days I'd like to just put it down somewhere and file it away, like on this blog perse, so I don't feel like banging my head on the wall. And particularly when I don't say the thing I wanted to say but didn't formulate until much later, when I was somewhat less horrified. Here I log the ballsy things I hope I have the guts to spit out if the time should come again!

So I've been accepting rides from an older gentleman who I work with, which already starts to sound sketchy, but bare with me here. We've been having freezing temps here lately, snowstorms and such and I live about a 15 minute walk away from my work, which can be a hell of a walk on a bad day. So when my co-worker offers me a ride, I accept.

Strike 1
It started out as a conversation about how I visited my relatives in Canada and how there's a large Hong Kong community in Markham, Canada.
Mr. Smith: Well they're taking over.
Moi: I wouldn't say that exactly.
The ballsy me: Shoot! Give those immigrants and inch and they take a mile! or Did you forget who you were talking to?

same conversation gets better....

Strike 2
Mr. Smith: The librarian at our school, she's really smart. She's from Hong Kong. She went through the British school system.
Moi: Uh-huh.
The ballsy me: Civilize those savages damn straight! Thank god for imperialism!


On another afternoon with Mr. Smith

Strike 3
Mr. Smith: You speak such good English.
The lame me: Well I've lived here all my life.
The ballsy me: You sound surprised.

2% avocado? Mon Dieu!

Here's a tribute if you will to my blog:

Putting aside the whole scandal of Kraft's loose interpretation of guacamole, have you ever thought to yourself at one of those pot luck parties that your friend's/co-workers/aunt's guacamole doesn't look quite right? It's a bit pasty, or sort of has a grayish tint to it? Let's get one thing straight ladies and gents: Guacamole = avocado (preferably a Haas) gently mashed. If it doesn't have chunks of avocado in it, then it really can't be called guacamole. You can throw in some (and why wouldn't you?) fresh lime juice, cilantro, maybe some red onion, definetely salt, and pepper, and I like mine with some diced tomato (seeds and juice removed), but really the star of the dish is the avocado. Corn starch? soy bean oil? green food coloring? That's just preposterous! I'm sure most home cooks aren't adding the aforementioned extremes, well I should hope not, but seriously if you mix in (and you can call me a food snob) but if you're using anything to make it "smooth" like sour cream or plain yogurt or mayo -- uggh! then you're degrading the integrity of avocado!

Spreadin the newsss!

Zoetrope deems Alex's story "The Short-Term Fix" an honorable mention for their 2006 Short Fiction Contest! I think this calls for some champagne, or some sangria if we hit up this paella joint in the city ;).

Me - neurotic?

Waiting to board my plane...

Conversation between Z and me.
Moi: They better not lose my bag. It has my belt in there. (very sweet find from my favorite designer that I scored on sale!) If they lose my bag, someone's going to get stabbed.
Z: That's probably not the wisest thing to say in an airport before you board a plane.
Moi: You have a point.

1 cup of tea and several pages into my Murakami tome (that I'm laboriously trying to finish) later...

Moi: I just dropped my scarf on the bathroom floor.
Z: It's ok, you can wash it.
Moi: It's dry clean only.
Z: So do that.
Moi: But do you really think dry cleaning disinfects it? The thought of putting it up to my face is just too much. All those germs, blechgklshh would probably make my whole face break out. I should probably burn the darned thing and be done with it.

Dear Diary:

It's almost time for me to go back to NY, and there's definetely no question that I'm thrilled to see my other half and all the lovely people who I can call my 2nd family. I'm absolutely stoked about that. I'm just preparing myself for the transition all over again and experiencing some withdrawal symptoms I suppose.

I am bound to travel coast to coast for a while. If only I could have the ease of transportation like Mary K and Ashely , that would be sweet! Not to mention their stellar pad in the city, but I digress.

Conversation with my mum last night. (atypical)
"Are you going to bring all your clothes back there now?"
"No, I don't need my summer stuff."
"You'll need it for the summer, though."
"I'll be back before then."
"I thought you love it so much over there, you don't need to come back. "
"Mah-meee, even if you don't want me back , too bad, you're stuck with me! I'll be back all the time!"

I think she's trying to use reverse psychology on me and I don't want to admit it's slightly working.

Yours truly

I <3 NY and friends

As you can see the Chihuly Exhibit at NY Botanical Garden was pure eye candy. I'm tickled pink that I could see it before it ends (check it out before it's over! Oct. 29th; there's also Chihuly Nights - I'd be there if I wasn't going to be gone till November) Now back in my gray cube, I can daydream about my glorious and lovely weekend. I couldn't have asked for more - gorgeous weather (thank goodness the storm cleared up, d'ya think I brought the Cali sunshine ;P), excellent food (must go back to Pio Maya,) and most importantly the best company in the the wohld! You know who you are, you fabulous persons you!

It's a Boy!

My cousin Irene gave birth to a healthy boy - Sawyer - yesterday afternoon. He's six pounds and 7 ounces - simply an angel .