12.29.2006

Beantown for a Day

This oughtta be a Christmas post, but it'll have to wait.

Decided on a whim to make a day trip to Boston, which is only about a 2-hour drive from where we are in Connecticut. Haven't been there in over 7 years (holy cow!), but much was still the same.

Jesse and hubs came with me, as we took the little Jetta through wind, snow, ice, and finally sun again. We stopped at Concord, MA, home of the American Revolution, to visit my alma mater. Bittersweet memories. I was 16, it was cold, I was on my own. I learned a lot pretty quickly.


Entrance to the campus; my old dorm, a little spiffed up but still the same

Chapel where we spent every other morning


We wanted to walk down Main Street for a bit, but our little butts were freezing, so we set off for the train station. The commuter rail ran less frequently than I remembered... we piled back in the car and drove to Alewife, the western end of the T's red line, and took the subway into Chinatown for lunch. No more little gold tokens; the MBTA now had CharlieCards, similar to DC's metro cards and named after the Kingston Trio tune. (Jess' second subway trip ever, so he was a little apprehensive. "Are we there yet? Are we there yet?")

Chinatown was still filled with interesting smells, as I remembered. I recall many Saturdays wandering aimlessly in the Common and that section of town, and I knew Chinatown like the back of my hand. Naturally, I was embarrassed when we had a little trouble with directions, but we finally found China Pearl, the best dim sum I could find during my high school days. Hubs and I ate like wolves, while Jess poked his food around suspiciously with his chopsticks, awkwardly held, and the Southern conservative in him raised all kinds of alarms as he surveyed the banquet hall full of Asians. Poor boy was like a fish out of water. Still, gotta give him credit for trying my favorite dim sum dish ever, feng zao (chicken feet) - although, when he originally guessed the stringy meat could be testes, anything's gotta be better.

Satisfied, we hobbled out of the restaurant and walked around the park. There were kids skating on the Frog Pond, dog-walkers, peacoat-clad Bostonians with their iPods...


Boston Common

After we had enough of the cold, we sought out a bar for an afternoon drinkie drink. Nothing more appropriate than a Sam Adams - even better, at the Cheers pub. Between the actual bar the sitcom was based on, and the replica of the set, we arbitrarily decided to visit the replica at Faneuil Hall Marketplace (also by Quincy Market). Even though I had gone to school where the Minutemen were, a few minutes from Walden Pond and home of American legends like Emerson and Thoreau, I had never been to Faneuil Hall, the Cradle of Liberty. Similarly, I had never been to the Boston Market!


Sam Adams stands tall in front of Faneuil Hall; Quincy Market across from Faneuil Hall

Like a true Bostonian (or tourist) - Sam Adams in a Cheers mug

Quincy Market at dusk


We checked out the shops along the row before heading back on the subway to Porter Square in Cambridge. Porter Exchange was one of my old haunts, for the plethora of Japanese goods and the Japanese grocery store that has almost everything. Sushi at Blue Fin was a must, and it was easy on a student's budget. We browsed the stores briefly and reluctantly ruled out sushi for dinner, although I had already been looking forward to revisiting Elephant Walk, chic Cambodian/French cuisine on Mass Ave.

We were seated by the brick wall, and I promptly ordered a glass of the house Cab to warm up. The boys ordered from the prix fixe menu; I got a salad with beets, oranges, fresh Italian basil and blood orange vinaigrette, and a Cambodian Loc Lac. Very tasty.

The walk back to the train station was brisk (28 degrees!), and while the streets were still bustling with activity, the rush hour crowd had definitely dissipated. We rode to the end of the line and just like that, we concluded our little impromptu day trip.

If it hadn't been for the holidays and short notice, I would've liked to meet up with old pals from back in the day... well, next time!

12.10.2006

Pilots


Paper mosaic of an airline cabin


I have a little thing for men in uniform - it's largely why I enjoy my layovers in Frankfurt, because the boys in green are such a pleasant pick-me-up. Spotting one is good; seeing them in droves is better. (It actually wasn't until those German boys that I realized I even had a thing for uniforms at all.) Still, as uniform-fetish neophytes are, I'm picky about what kind of men in what type of uniform. Pilots and bookish doctors in lab coats, hot. Donut-munchin' power-tripping rent-a-cops, not so much. Men in camo, studs and duds alike, don't really do it for me. There are a myriad of reasons for loving those dress blues on a guy, and most don't require explanation. *wink*

So anyway - a few days ago, through the wondrous magic of a popular social networking site, I reconnected with my first crush (let's call him K), and found out he's a pilot. Saw a picture of him, in his uniform, standing proudly next to a Learjet. 10 years ago, I would've melted into a puddle of mush. I waited to become smitten all over again, but nothing happened. If it was possible, he became less attractive. (Oh, the follies of youth...)

Yesterday, we went to a party themed "Snakes on a Plane". (Woot!) Leis for guests, costumes encouraged. I was an air stewardess, complete with black stockings and scarf, and - funny coincidence - E was a pilot. I told E about K and his flying career, and didn't get much of a reaction, as he taped black paper epaulets on his white dress shirt. Who knew... E made a really hot pilot. If I had to choose between E and K, purely on looks, I'd pick E a million times over (though I won't trust him in a cockpit).


With the cap'n, and with Jim


The party was kickin'; I got groped and licked, though what really took the cake was getting hit on by a 20 yr old. (Poor fella!) Girls were eyeing my pilot, and he got his butt grabbed a couple of times. I threw in the towel at 2.30am, and E didn't come home till 5am. (We spent most of today recovering.)

So, I guess the clothes do make a man. Or not? One's just a costume, one's worn everyday to work, but they transform the man who dons it to different degrees, in opposite ways from what I'd imagine. Does that even make sense? I don't know.

Captain's back to being a dorky student again as he scrambles to prepare for his semesterly evaluation on Monday for his doctorate. No more parties to look forward to for a little while...

12.05.2006

Lawrence 'n Mac

Pics from Lawrenceville.


Patriotic mural; Allegheny Cemetery on Butler Street

(Strangely, I didn't take a single picture of any of our stops on the cookie excursion, but I couldn't pass up the fantastic mural and the cemetery.)

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Christmas came early in Squirrel Hill; E was so excited he couldn't contain himself. His MacBook Pro arrived today. We thought it'd be another 2 days, but like Christmas morning, there was a package on our doorstep waiting to be ripped open. (First, when he saw 'CN' on the origin address, he thought "Oh, Cincinnati! It'll be here in no time. Wait.. Connecticut? No... Shanghai.. China?!?" Hubs missed a few geography lessons as a kid, but he knew that when the package was in Tennessee yesterday, it won't be much longer.) Finally, after a weekend of agonizing, he got his Christmas splurge today. Thing of beauty... I couldn't help drooling too. E was on cloud nine. It's been a long time coming and he really deserved the upgrade from his 20GB hard drive, 700MHz (bwahaha!), 12" screen iBook. Now, with the MacBook Pro's 2.16GHz Intel Core 2 Duo processor, he has absolutely no excuse to slack off while his code is compiling.


Then & Now: 9 yr old E with a MacPlus, his first computer, and E this evening with the machine of his dreams

12.02.2006

Late night ruminations

*Shameless plug alert* I'm gonna be on TV! Kinda. There will be fleeting glimpses of me on 2 TV ads that will begin airing this weekend, as part of the new marketing campaign at work - my 1.5 seconds of fame. We filmed 3 weeks ago and were told today that they're ready. (Also did some photos - don't know when the print ads will be done.) The commercials are kinda cheesy, of course, but still exciting. The top brass at marketing has given me generous doses of good career advice over lunch, I felt obligated to return a favor. :)

Been watching a movie on cable... god it's late. (2.52am!) I'm blubbing like a baby and hubs has moved to the study to let me wallow in my hormones. I should get to bed. It's chilly; it was 65 degrees F this morning, and after some rain and gale, it's plunged to a frigid 25 degrees. The weather is finally back to normal for this time of year, though we've been spoiled by the Indian summer. Hope there'll be some sun for the cookie tour this weekend! It'll be a reprise of last year's trip, except this time we're going with Liz and others. Looking forward to visiting cool shops and cafes while sampling sweets and picking up recipes. (Mmmm!)

Gotta haul my lazy arse to a psych research experiment bright and early tomorrow... at least it pays well (thank you NSF). Bedtime for bonzette!

11.28.2006

Home :)

*sigh*... Good to be home.

  

Before we could yell at Salty for being on the dining table, he found the salad bowl, hopped inside, and made himself comfy; watching the telly next to hubs and a sleeping kitty.

11.27.2006

Gobble gobble

Pooped and dog tired, but figured I should mark the bloggie with a Thanksgiving recap.

Went to the in-laws' again, and had the turkey feast at dad-in-law's old colleague's up in Westmont. (It was really a test of willpower; it takes steely resolution to deny a second helping, even if you feel you're going to burst at the seams.) Like last year, I contributed a salad to dinner - just a classic Waldorf salad, nothing fancy, but I wanted an excuse to use the mango wood salad bowl set the hosts got us for our wedding. I wanted to give a little more than a lonely salad this year, so I added a mixed berry dish with mint-honey yogurt dressing for dessert, which I think ended up being more popular than the Waldorf. Our table at dinner was a riot; heard about a couple's adventures in Belo Horizonte, which fueled my unshakeable itch to visit that area (Brazil/Ecuador/Peru). Some day!

I skipped Black Friday entirely (*pat on my back*) and laughed while I read about the stampedes at the malls the next morning. Drove 4 hours west to spend Saturday and Sunday with C's family, old and new. When C and I were wee freshmen in college, I used to visit them all the time; now, with husbands and a baby, it was tres bizarre. Worlds collided. We stuffed our faces with incredible home-cooked food, cooed over Baby and played with puppies, huddled over board games and laughed over stories. C's sister didn't fly her dogs over from Texas, but her mum showed me little booties and a leopard print winter coat for her chihuahua. Ridiculous! Anyway, we had a great time and miss them sorely already.

Coming home to our little apartment in the city was a bummer, after what seemed like forever with a full house of family and friends. Still, nothing beats two warm kitties cuddling up to you and purring because they're happy to see you. :)

11.20.2006

STG20

You know you're old when you feel icky and broken after 3 straight days of light social drinking. Bleah. But I got my fill of midori sours, Belgian beer, and a good g&t or two! It's fun when the old geezers come back for a visit - yay for spontaneous reunions.

Pics from White Rose Formal. Happy 20th anniversary guys!

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Surrounded by good men


Hubs got his share of pimpin'. He had fun with the girls, methinks.


With Dean, who is cute and unavailable


Hey hey, we match!

That's all of my non-fuzzy pics. Sigh, yet another manic Monday, and then it's time for tryptophan overload! :)

11.13.2006

Little Asian Girls Dumpling Sweatshop debut

Spent the day at J's making dumplings with IC. We had been planning this for a long time, and even went shopping at the Strip yesterday to pick out the best ingredients. We finally got together, after all the excitement. (Although between the dumplings and Asian chickiness, I think the boys were more excited than we were. E was, anyway.)

The guys were gracious enough to vacate the first floor so we could have our estrogen parade in the kitchen. Once in a while, Marek checked in, brewed fancy tea for us, and put on fantastic jazz - Charlie Parker, Dizzy, Coltrane, Miles Davis, all on vinyl.

What do 3 Asian girls have in common? Let's see - demanding mothers, impossible mother-in-laws, Korean dramas, love of food, boy gossip, the cliche 'coming to America' experience, our Caucasian counterparts and the compromises we make, going home, comparisons of Japanese/Chinese/Korean stereotypes... The hours flew by. Everything about the whole afternoon was so cliche, it shouldn't be a shock if I said it helped me get in touch with my roots. (Cliche!) It was like chicken soup for the soul.

As dinnertime approached, the guys set up the table, chilled the sake, and decanted the wine; we must've made over 250 dumplings, they likened us to a dumpling factory. We dined with Peruvian music for some global well-roundedness.

It was a blast - nothing is more satisfying than a dinner with friends.

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And now, the story told in images:

Once upon a time, there were 3 Asian girls...



... who decided to have a dumpling party...

  


... and invited their beaux and friends for a jolly good time...

  
Tasty home brew, lovingly made right in their basement


All's well that ends sweetly:


Home-made apple pie, choc cake, and British bubble tea (made with Earl Grey)

11.06.2006

Brit humor and wine

Spent the weekend observing two different strains of brit humor, a la Sacha Baron Cohen and Rowan Atkinson. On Friday night, we had dinner with L and W at a hibachi grill, then watched Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan. What a show - we walked out of it speechless. Between the grossly inaccurate portrayal of Kazakhstan to the raucous scene at the hotel (oh! my eyes!), I wasn't sure if it was possible for me to cringe and sink any deeper in my seat. If I had to pick a 'favorite' scene, it would be the bear on the ice-cream truck. That man has a gift for pissing off large crowds of people without being fazed even a bit. What a transformation from Ali G... and he's engaged to Isla Fisher! Brave woman - the thought of seeing Borat in his underpants... *shudder*

Saturday night, I vegged out on the couch and watched the entire 2nd season of Blackadder. It was okay - I had to experience the show after hearing so much about it. Like everyone else, I thought the Queen was a riot, and I can't wait to see Hugh Laurie as Prince George in the 3rd season.

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Had a low-key celebration of our dating anniversary by stocking up on booze at Stone Villa Wine Cellars, our local winery of choice for years. It was a good day.


Hardy evergreen by the little lake on the winery grounds


A small pier by the vineyard


The lake at dusk


I'm a horrible baker, but I mustered all my efforts and made a little surprise for E. It was almost a disaster, but I'm glad it turned out edible. :)


Happy anniversary, honey!

10.31.2006

Halloween weekend

There were some kick-ass costumes. South Park's Satan, Ninja Turtle, Captain Zissou, robots (with freaky likeness), Gir, Gilligan of Gilligan's Island (complete with coconut drink), the whole cast of Kill Bill... Steve was a leaf-blower - he fixed a leaf on a baseball cap and occasionally puffed at it. I'm impressed at the number of men who are secure in their manhood - Britney Spears and Catholic/Japanese "schoolgirls", Chippendale, masked masochist... M was Beatrix Kiddo in a body-hugging yellow jumpsuit. Ballsy! (no pun intended - ha!)

I met a few celebrities on my rounds.


Jesus armed with a gun (incidentally, he is Jewish)


Jennie gives a scary impersonation


Chuck Noland and Wilson make a guest appearance


Each party had its characters; a fun time was had by all.


Elle Driver, The Bride, and Pai Mei getting it on


With Jamie and her crew of pirates


Happy Halloween!

10.18.2006

Les Pommes!

What's fall without admiring the foliage and... picking apples! Pictures from apple-picking last weekend at Simmons Farm.


Pumpkins galore! Adopt-a-Jack for Halloween?


Faces on display


Apple-picking time! A Jonagold apple tree brimming with fruit


E picks apples...


... I eat them. (I look worried here)


Bountiful harvest - half a bushel of apples for all the pies and crumbles our little hearts desire


First apple dish - honey-filled baked apples with crumble topping. 'Twas goooood.


Had an apple kick after watching an apple-centric episode on Food Network while on the bike. (Watching Food Network during a workout... am I sick?) We're down to less than half the apples we picked, and we're slowing down. There are only so many apples one can eat, y'know? Still, you gotta be crazy to deny fresh homemade apple pie. Mmmm!

10.14.2006

Lettuce wraps and kids

Salty is adjusted. He terrorizes every rug in the place, eats out of Pepper's bowl, and knows how to get E to do his bidding. I think he's doing fine.

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Went to PF Chang's for dinner tonight - we've had a hankering for the chicken lettuce wraps. As we were digging in, the couple seated next to us very casually turned their conversation to our lettuce wraps.

Guy: "Ooh, those lettuce wraps look really good."
Girl: "Yeah, they do. Looks yummy."
Guy: "What are those green things? Chilli?"
Girl: "No, I think they are green onions. Chopped up, you know."
Guy: "I guess so. What else is in there?"
Girl: "Ground chicken, and they put those crispy white rice noodle things underneath..."
(long conversation about our wraps ensued)

The couple literally sat 5 inches away, which punctuated the strangeness of it. Now, I'm no priss, but that's weird, knowing that strangers are gazing longingly at our food and watching us carefully bundle up our wraps, picking it up and biting into it. It was blatant, unabashed looking of the zoo exhibit kind. As much as I enjoy eavesdropping on neighboring conversations or feel the burning desire to comment about something or someone when I eat out, I'm at least discrete about it. E the friendly creature sometimes sniggers at other people's jokes, and I don't waste a second in kicking him and telling him it's creepy. Every party has their own little bubble, and the boundaries of the bubble should be respected. Our bubble was trespassed. Should I have offered them some?

Bizarro.

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There is an episode of Sex and the City where Charlotte throws a fit, because while she was at a friend's baby shower, she found out that the friend stole her 'baby name' that she thought up when she was 11.

I've always wanted to name my daughter Aubrey Mae - 'Aubrey' after the song by Bread, and 'Mae' cos it's simple and pretty. (Kinda Southern, though.) Well, it just so happens that C, my freshman year roommate and matron of honor, named her newborn daughter Audra Mae. D'oh! That's too close. I wonder if she'll forgive me if I still name my future daughter Aubrey. Audra. Aubrey. Doesn't it sound the same? It's like finding a dress twin at a black tie event, except the awkwardness lasts longer than just one evening. Well, I might not even have a girl (jinx!), so it's all moot anyway.

Since C and hubby chose to wait to find out the sex of their child, everyone else had to wait too, and they are lacking in girly nursery things. Today I bought a fuzzy pink cap with little bear ears, and a super soft pink fleece blanket with silk lining. Also got a gift card for the new parents - some spa pampering goodness from Bath & Body Works for the mom, and maybe another memory card for the camera from Best Buy for the dad.

E was at the cafe in Barnes & Noble, working on his laptop, when I walked towards him with the brown Baby Gap bag. He was genuinely anxious and confused. "Honey, do you have something to tell me?" Finally I decided to let the poor boy go and told him it was for C. Guess we're not ready yet! At least he's doing his paternal thing with the kittens. One step at a time...

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M and J aren't ready for more either, but they recently adopted 2 little kittens and named them Leela and Fry. One step forward. It's been over a year since they moved in together, and things for them are peachy.

C is a mother now. Wow.

It's scary how lives change so drastically in a few short years. If I had told myself 10 years ago that this would be my life, I would've laughed. Sitting in PF Chang's, looking at the mass-manufactured terra cotta warriors standing in the American Chinese bistro filled with yuppies on Saturday night, dining on overpriced food in oversized plates, talking over John Mayer and Anna Nalick while sipping on Pinot Noir. Almost exactly 10 years ago, I was peering over the real terra cotta warriors in their pits at the Museum of Qin in Xi'an, China, with 60 others in my class for a history field trip. I listened to Michael Learns To Rock, I had never kissed a boy, and all I wanted was to do well in my 'O' levels. All of a sudden, I'm here on my own, driving to a job every morning, married with 2 cats, eating at yuppie chain restaurants with fake Chinese relics. Trippy. It really feels like just yesterday.

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I caved in and bought the book by Anchee Min. It's not brilliant, but owning it means I can lounge in my PJs and read it in my own time, instead of hovering around the bookstore.

Time to read!

10.09.2006

Salty

His brother Paco, the tuxedo one, couldn't let him go - Paco kept pawing him through the kitty carrier. His mother and the other white one, Corky, were taken a few days ago; Paco was all he had left, until now. It was a heartbreaking moment, but it was for the best. Off Paco went, while the little guy stood at the bottom of the stairs squeaking his little heart out. It was just him and Pepper.

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4 days later, the little guy seems quite acclimated. He's gone through several names - Untitled, Tu Madre (Tengo Nada), Tomato... finally, we decided to name him Salty. Get it? Salt 'n Pepper. Their coats are color-appropriate too, so we couldn't resist.

Now, when I come home from work, I hear the pitter patter of 8 paws, and see 2 furry heads peeking from behind the door.

I think they're going to be great friends.

10.03.2006

Oopsies

Gotta watch out for cuffed pant legs. Lesson learned.

Sashay to water cooler. Fill mug with water. Return to desk. (Pants go swish swish.) See the director (my boss) and senior VP chatting in her office. Smile. Heels get caught in pant cuffs, trip and flail, mug throws water on face. Conversation halts, all eyes on me.

Boss: "Are you okay?" Senior VP looks amused.
Me: "Yup I'm fine." Flash big grin. Water dripping from face, secretly wishing I could die.

@#%$*#%.

10.01.2006

Simple pleasures

Sigh... rough week at work. Colleagues concur. Heard at day's end yesterday: "Time to go home... and drink, very heavily." Amen.

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For some time, I've been itching to uncover the title of the piece my dinky digital piano plays for its demo. I've always assumed from the style that it was Chopin, and I managed to mimic the first dozen measures or so. Finally, on E's brilliant suggestion, I checked the manual. Voila - there it was. Not Chopin, but Liszt, Consolation No. 3. Simple, light, unpretentious, beautiful. After procuring the sheet music, unfortunately, it proved to be a tougher feat than I expected. 4/4 instead of the 6/8 I assumed (so it wasn't just the rubato); like a hemiola, with 2:3 syncopation. (Every time I think of 'hemiola', I always want to say 'hernia'.) Merdre.

Anyway, today I made an equally bizarre discovery - I found Horowitz playing this piece on YouTube. Holy smokes! Horowitz, the man every serious pianist worships, playing a rather obscure piece that I happen to be obsessed about, on the same medium that broadcasts SNL skits and amateur home videos. (I guess anything goes!) I dug up more videos of concerts with Martha Argerich, whom I grew up listening to, and other heavyweights like Sgouros, Yundi Li, and Lang Lang. The close-ups! The action on the keys! There was even one of Sgouros when he was 17 or some obscenely young age, banging out the Rach 3.

YouTube has newfound respect from me. I will be back... again.

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Went to the bookstore today to unwind. I thumbed through Anchee Min's Empress Orchid and ended up reading a fair bit of it. The last time I tried reading two books at once, it was an utter failure - I ended up losing interest in both. We'll see how far I get this time, though The Time Traveler's Wife takes priority. (Must finish!)

Off to read in bed...

9.29.2006

Fall

First week of fall. It's been the longest week ever. Maybe it's the dark, cold mornings... or the evenings that end so much earlier than I want them to. Lethargy all around, sweaters and knee-high boots, talk about Halloween and turkeys and such crap.

The good news is, it's symphony season again. Prokofiev's Violin Concerto No. 1 this weekend, featuring Leila Josefowicz; Shostakovich next week, and more excitingly, Bruch's Violin Concerto during Thanksgiving weekend.

Finally, at long last, I'm embarking on The Time Traveler's Wife. I was promised a good sobbin' in the last twenty pages. Need to finish reading Love in the Time of Cholera before the movie comes out next year.

Ugh. TGIF.

9.23.2006

Kitty networking

I started an account on Catster for Pepper. Look! Within 4 hours, she already has 17 kitty friends. What a ham.

9.22.2006

Breakfast matters

This morning, like every morning, I brought my trusty oatmeal raisin breakfast-on-the-go to work. Don't know why I never tried this before - the package said to try zapping it for 10 seconds in the microwave for warm oatmeal raisin goodness, and it sounded really yummy. So I stuck it in the oven in the office's kitchenette, and set it for 10 seconds. Beep! Pop crinkle fizzle. Fearing the worst, I stopped the oven and yanked the door open, hoping to save my breakfast from anything untoward before too late. Alas, I already was too late. What a sight - the wrapper had clung to the poor cookie like it was vacuum-packed, and the sorry block of toxic oatmeal looked like a piece of purple tempeh. Grudgingly, I tossed it out, and with that moment of stupidity, I gave up breakfast. (Edit: In small font on the back, packet read "Remove from wrapper." Me dumbass.)

I know starving in the morning does evil things to one's metabolism, but somehow, because I missed breakfast, I felt vindicated in scarfing down a giant sandwich at lunch. Dinner was at Spice Island Tea House, where I had pad thai and raspberry wheat beer (tasty!). After that, we made a pit stop at Dave & Andy's for choc chip cookie dough ice-cream. Confession: I have not had a lick of ice-cream for over a month. Oh, the humanity. I had forgotten how sinfully good it was. Calorific, too.

After being a pig all day, I was determined to bike for 1.5 hours tonight, an extra 30 minutes for good measure to expunge the extra calories I acquired from my delinquency. I couldn't even do that - after only 50 minutes, I started winding down cos I was getting bored. (To do: find better work-out distraction than TV.)

Moral of the day: Never go without breakfast.

9.18.2006

Everyday Decisions


Corky and Tu Madre

We knew it was going to come to this: we have to decide if we want a second kitty. Pepper rubbed noses with Tu Madre, which I take to be a good sign. Two cats means one each for us to cuddle with on the couch. Pepper is pretty, Tu Madre is friendly. We have the means to take care of Tu Madre. Pepper might like a friend. But should we? E has been agonizing over this all weekend. (To be continued.)

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Got a new phone - a sleek candy-bar Nokia. Dare I admit, it's also my first camera phone. Didn't need an upgrade for over 2 years, when my old trusty phone worked just fine (until I flung it down a flight of concrete steps). After envying the cool kids for so long, I'm finally catching up. To be fair, E got a new RAZR*, the object of his lust for some time.

*On a semi-related note, can you believe that the RAZR has become so iconical of this generation, a benchmark of today's technology and pop culture, that it's immortalized as a token in the new Monopoly? So have the Toyota Prius, and New Balance shoes... Corporate branding at its best.

I've been playing with the FM radio and camera. Practically like a neanderthal fascinated by fire. I hate to be a clueless twenty-something; I've a lot of catching up to do.
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3 weeks and counting, still going strong. Spiffy's got well over a hundred miles on 'er now. 1 hour on the trainer everyday (medium-high resistance), 20 miles downtown and back on weekends. I can see and feel a difference; my goal is to eventually be strong enough to do a century ride. Won't be hopping on the triathlon bandwagon any time soon - not much of a runner, and I'm happy just treading in water. Still, this pedaling addiction feels pretty good and I'm feeling a growing sense of accomplishment.

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This vid speaks to me. Aug 30th installment of the mrbrown show - of all people, I found out about it through Lee, my Taiwanese Singapore-schooled American-bred friend. I can relate on so many levels. (The episode with Hossan Leong is pretty funny too... wildly appropriate choice of song.)

9.10.2006

Sleepless in Squill

Nursing a hot cup o' tea, surfing aimlessly, reluctant to go to bed. Just came back from the lamest party ever, and I feel vastly unsatisfied. Hubs has gone to play a very late night impromptu scrimmage of Ultimate with his friends, who quit the party early too. So here I am - tea, laptop, kitty, some peace and quiet.

The new biking regimen is going well. I think I will call my silver stead Spiffy. As evidence of my zealousness, within the first 3 days of acquiring the bike, I put well over 15 miles on it already. It felt like death, especially when climbing the hilly streets of Pittsburgh, and yet it felt so good. It was strange to cross over from cyclist-hating motorist to furious pedaling car fodder, nearly overnight. I became instantly grateful that we live between 2 of the city's major parks, so I don't have to piss off more drivers and pedestrians than I would otherwise. Schenley and Frick each have scenic trails that go on for miles. Spiffy's virgin trip was to Frick - sadly, I was so winded just from getting there (4 sloping miles) that we only dabbled in circles before turning around. The next day we tried Schenley's Bridle Path, a winding gravel trail that took us through the woods, minorly interrupted by a 6-way intersection, up along a lake (the same one where we buried Mojito, our pet fish), and ending back where we started. That was almost 9 miles from start to finish! Been building resistance and stamina on the new trainer for an hour everyday. Last weekend, we ventured a little further and went on the Eliza Furnace Trail. Still don't have a bike rack for the car, so we biked it to the trailhead, did the whole stretch and back. Feeling good - maybe in a year, we'll be ready to do a century ride.

L and W planned a vacation in Nicaragua last week, so they left their summer 'charity project' with us. They took in a stray teenage cat for foster care, whom they later found was pregnant. Three kittens and a vet trip later, they are *almost* ready to be put up for adoption. Pepper hasn't been too pleased with the guests, and the feeling is mutual with the mother cat (she doesn't have a name yet - used to be called Skanky McKnockUp, now she's just Little Girl). Growing up, I've heard cats fighting in my neighborhood, but it's not the same at 2am right outside your bedroom. Out came the guides to handling multi-cat households and mediating kitty conflict.

On the other hand, raising kittens has been fun. Of the 3 kittens, two are snow white with grey patches like the mother, and the third's a tuxedo kitty (must be what the dad was). Tuxedo kitty is Paco, from 'apocalypse', and the twins are Corky and Tu Madre (short for tu madre es nada, 'your mother is nothing'). Watching the 3 of them play, tumble, nibble, is beyond fascinating. The finer points of cat psychology probably has enough substance for a doctorate thesis. Each kitten has a distinct personality - Corky, for instance, has an unmistakeable middle child complex. They are smart, cheeky, aggressive, and yet they're barely old enough to mew (so far, they can only manage squeaks - the cutest squeaks, that can melt the hardest of hearts). Poor Pepper, unfortunately, has been exiled in her own home; she hides like a felon and dashes (only when necessary) between the bathroom and kitchen. Guess she hates company. She purrs like mad when we scoop her up at the end of the day to the bedroom, where she redeems her dominance for the night.

Tu Madre is curled at my feet, napping... Having 5 cats scampering around is kinda fun, I'll miss them. L and W will be picking them up tomorrow, and it'll just be Pepper again. We haven't decided if we're ready to adopt a second kitty.

Think I'm ready to hit the sack. 'Night!

8.25.2006

It's here

8.20.2006

Worldly possessions ++

On Saturday I discovered that when given the chance, I'm just as likely to buy a pair of wide-leg pinstriped pants for work as I am to buy, oh, a bike. (The power of consumerism compels me!) No regrets, but I can't help feeling a little post-splurge guilt, and am dreading the next time I check my bank account. My justification is simply that I've thought about both for a long time, and there's no use dragging my feet any longer. Besides, the pants were on sale, and the longer I wait to get the bike, the more days of warm nice weather I will miss. (Although, I spied the trainers at the bike shop, which can come in handy during the winter.) The bike will even help me get in shape for the pants. Does it get better than that?

Number of dry clean only clothing I own: +1
Number of serious recreational purchases: +1

Unfortunately, I've to wait till the end of the week for my bike to arrive. In the meantime, I can look up every park and trail there is in the city.

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Lately I've been obsessed with bikes. I blame the bike fever on E's Ultimate teammate. We were invited to her housewarming party; she's a duathlon champ, and her rugged pro road bike hung on a rack in the house like a trophy, along with her boyfriend's. Her (deliciously hot German) boyfriend is also a serious rider, and partook in serious bike convos during the party. They were really into it. Her friends looked like models out of a fitness mag; they were in crazy good shape. Out of sheer coincidence and misfortune, I ended up being the fattest girl in the group. (I'm not obese - sure, I could lose a few pounds, but next to the girls, I felt like a whale.) After just a few minutes of hanging out with them, I had the sudden urge to bike. I wanted to be buff like them. I wanted to learn all about Shimano and Cinelli. I wanted to be able to talk to other bike enthusiasts about my speed and distance stats. I wanted to go on group rides around the city, parks, trails.

Thus the bike. Can't wait for it to come. E can't wait for the company. We'll be cheesy and have 'his' and 'hers' bike stuff. Psyched!

8.17.2006

Futon, dancing on a treadmill

Proudly presenting... our futon.

Before:


All it took was some sponges, rags, deep ebony stain, and polyurethane to make unfinished wood look spiffy.

After:



Baby gives her stamp of approval


It's comfy! I just need to find/make red paisley pillows. When folded out, it makes a great full/queen bed. Glad we got the upgrade on the mattress.

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Found this video the other day. 4 guys + 8 treadmills = uber cool. Is this the awesomest thing or what?