1. The winner of the giveaway is Sandi! Congratulations! Feel free to drop by whenever to get your yarn.
2. My new sofa was delivered today. I think my mother has officially stopped fussing and organizing and has finally deemed everything to be in it’s right place and all settled.
3. This week’s People has Prince William and his girlfriend Kate on the cover. For some odd reason, I’m fascinated by them. According to the magazine they’ve been dating for eight years with a few breaks in the mix and will be engaged soon. I’m not one to typically linger over the details of famous people, but whenever I hear or see anything about Prince William or Prince Harry my ears perk up. Perhaps it’s because their mother’s death was so tragic, and I always felt so sad for them. When Princess Diana died, I had just moved into the on-campus apartments. I was with my roommate in our room when our other housemates yelled for us to come watch the news. I just remember thinking how horrible it all was.
4. I got to thinking about some of my old roommates. You would think the more people you lived with the harder the situation would be, but that wasn’t the case. Out of all my living situations, my favorite was when I lived with Larry, Jesse, and Julie and later Sharee after Julie moved out. I wonder how they’re all doing now. Sadly I have lost touch with all but one. I wish there was some way to look them up; unfortunately I don’t remember their last names.
5. I finished LOST a few weeks ago… maybe a little bit longer than that. In any case, I haven’t decided if I like how the story developed. I would definitely say that the first season was my favorite, and that it’s worth watching until the end.
6. I am now watching Dexter. Yesterday I saw the first episode. I gotta say it was pretty creepy, but very engaging.
7. My knitting has really gotten waylaid. I’m still working on the 2 socks that I started in September, and I have a scarf on hold.
8. I saw Ina Garten making rum raisin truffles on the Food Network the other day and was inspired. She made it look so easy. I want to give it a try when Carol comes up for a few days in November. If all goes well perhaps I can make them for Christmas presents. I truly am trying my best not to knit anyone anything for Christmas this year. I know I say that every year, but this year I really mean it. Really.
9. I’ve been craving beignets. Nothing like deep friend dough covered in sugar. Anyone willing to bring me some?
10. Go Giants!
Anyone who knows me at all knows that I am not a die hard sports fan. I’m definitely a ‘I’m going to the ball game to enjoy the atmosphere, the overpriced food and company of friends’ kinda person. In fact, the last time I was at AT&T Park I was knitting my green throw and the Giants won, but I couldn’t tell you who they were playing. If the ballpark wasn’t in my backyard and a regular part of living in SF, it probably wouldn’t cross my mind to go.
When I found out who the contenders for the world series were, I wanted the Giants to play the Yankees purely because it would have been fun to see my two favorite cities play. Alas, it was not meant to be. As you can imagine, there is major Giants fever going on all around me. Tonight’s the first of the series, and it’s a home game.
When I read this post about The Barry Bonds Dilemma by Jon Brooks I thought I’d throw in my 2¢. I have a lot of friends who are die hard Giants fans. My friend Jen is a season ticket holder, and she invited me to go with her when her then-boyfriend (now husband) couldn’t go. It ended up being the game where Barry Bonds hit his 757th home run and broke Hank Aaron’s record. Talk about being swept up with the crowd. I was never a huge Barry Bond’s fan, but that day I was just as excited as everyone else in the stands.
When Bonds was indicted a few months later I had very little compassion for him as a drug abuser with a reputation for having a horrible personality. I thought it was a shame that he was affiliated with the Giants. I hate to admit it, but I’m glad Bonds is no longer on the team and that they made it to the World Series without him.
I am rooting for the newly made over home team. Let’s go Giants!
Half the joy of going to the Giants game is being able to enjoy the fabulous-ness that is ATT Park. I ♥ SF.
My blog is two years old. (The actual anniversary was on the 10th, but I didn’t realize it until just now… oops.) Let’s have a yarn give away to celebrate!
Mountain Colors Bearfoot in Teal. Fingering/4 ply, 60% Wool, 25% Mohair, 15% Nylon, 5-6sts/in.
Leave a comment about what you like the most about this blog, Leave a comment telling me what your favorite post was so far*. On Friday I’ll draw the winner at random. If a non-knitter wins, I may be persuaded to knit him/her something with it only because it seems unfair to limit the drawing to just knitters.
*I am modifying this because I’d like the comments to be about the blog, not me. And no, I will not be knitting anything for the winner if s/he is a knitter. 😀
It seems I’m one of very few who haven’t had any beef with Comcast. I have had service with them for over eight years with no major problems. I’ve never had my cable go out or had internet connection issues in the many apartments I’ve lived in. *Knock on wood.*
Every time I’ve called them to change my plan or to ask about a bill I’ve been lucky to get a competent customer service representative. And, the service technicians who’ve come to my house have always been courteous and professional.
Today was no exception. It was odd seeing the cable guy in a jumpsuit that practically glowed, probably because it had been raining, but he won mother’s approval when he took the time to cover his shoes with the paper slipper without being asked. He came during the two hour window and had the tv and internet up and running without any fuss.
My only complaint about Comcast is that they’re not cheap. Sometimes I think about switching to find a less expensive option, but I’m too lazy. There is something to be said about if it ain’t broke…
We’re all moved in! Carol and Fidel took Friday off of work to help us. They drove up on Thursday night and just left early this morning. Sandi, Kevin, Jami, and Cindy came over on Saturday and moved everything out in less than three hours. They were quite efficient.
I would guesstimate that the entire move took about six hours. And, that includes all the putting away and organizing of the new place. Moving into an apartment in the same building is definitely the way to go. It’s in the back of the building so street noise is minimal, I’m no longer above the garage, and I only share one wall. The place is very bright because there are windows everywhere, including the kitchen and bathroom. I know I’ve said this before, but I’m not moving ever again unless I have to leave SF.
Comcast is coming later this afternoon. Not having cable tv or internet for a day feels weird. And, it’s not like I don’t have internet access at all… I can get email and post this to my blog from my phone. When did I become so dependent on technology? Reminds me of last week’s episode of Modern Family.
Once my new couch arrives on Friday (thanks Carol!) we’ll be ready for a housewarming!
The other day my dad sent me a link to a website that he read about in the Korean paper called I Am Korean American. It was interesting reading about the different people who submitted their profiles. The site got me thinking about my identity. As a second generation (born in the US by immigrant parents) American, I always wondered what my life would have been like had my parents chosen not to emigrate.
My first language was Korean, but over the years my Korean has deteriorated. When I moved away from home my need to speak Korean pretty much disappeared. As the saying goes, use it or lose it. I’d like to think that my Korean has improved since my mother has come to take care of me, but I have nothing to gauge if this is true. I do know that I am now using my Korean on a daily basis, and I have watched more Korean television in the last year than I care to admit.
Even though my vocabulary is seriously lacking, and I’m unfamiliar with the majority of idioms, I consider myself to be fluent in Korean. I say this not because my Korean is terrific (it isn’t), but because it comes automatically. I don’t think about what I’m going to say or how I’m going to say something in my head before I open my mouth. Sentence structure and grammar comes without thought, and when I put my mind to it I can think in Korean. I also dream in Korean whenever situations occur where I would normally speak Korean in real life, like if my parents were in my dream and I was speaking to my dad.
With that said, I think my Korean is poor compared to many other second generation Asian-Americans I know. Growing up my parents were not strict about speaking only Korean in the home, and after much begging and pleading from my sister and I my parents gave in and let us stop going to Korean school when we were little. Because of this, English overtook my Korean pretty quickly.
The only reason I didn’t lose my Korean all together is out of pure necessity. My parents’ English is lacking compared to my aunts and uncles. I think this is because my parents never worked a job that required fluency in English, so they didn’t have the opportunity to interact with native English speaking co-workers on a daily basis.
What I did become a master in is Konglish. Korean and English smashed together. I find myself plugging in English words into my Korean sentences when I don’t have the vocabulary. I’m also a pro at turning Koren words into verbs and plugging them into my English sentences. There are just some words (in both languages) that just don’t have a translated equivalent.
In Korean, it seems there is only one adjective to describe food that tastes good. That word is mah-she-dah. Literally it means there is taste. The English equivalent would be tasty. But, there isn’t a word that means delicious, or scrumptious, or delectable, or succulent. When I asked my mother about this she said non-food-specific words like refreshing were used. She couldn’t tell me any words that specifically expresses delight in food. Any native Korean speakers out there know of such words? I wonder why this is so. Perhaps way back in the day Koreans strictly ate for survival, and it wasn’t in their culture to eat for pleasure. Who knows. I just think it’s odd.
There are a couple of other words that seem to elude me. I was trying to explain something to my mother once, and I couldn’t find a way to convey the word subtle in Korean. I described the concept to her, and she understood the meaning, but we couldn’t come up with a synonym.
The Korean word go-soo-ha-dah is also another one that doesn’t seem to have a synonym. The best we could come up with was savory or nutty. Now a days people talk about the Japanese 5th taste umami which seems to be similar to go-soo-ha-dah. When I looked up the definition of umami it referenced foods high in the amino acid glutamate like meat, seaweed and shellfish. Doesn’t seem quite the same.
Things like this make me want to learn all the languages of the world. Whenever people asked me what I would wish for if a genie came to grant me anything I wanted, I always chose fluency in all spoken languages. Wouldn’t that be so cool?
For the first few days after my cardiac arrest I felt like my life was tilted upside down and shaken like an Etch A Sketch. The picture of my life that had been drawn through the years was suddenly scattered and gone. Would the new image yet to be created be anything like the old one? Would I still be able to manipulate those white knobs to control the direction of the new picture? As I lay in that hospital bed dumbfounded by the sudden and dramatic changes in my life, I knew that I would never be the same physically or emotionally. What I didn’t foresee was the shifts that would occur in my friendships.
Did you ever see the Seinfeld episode where George’s worlds collided? (The video embedding was disabled so it’s linked to the video on YouTube’s site. Check it out if you haven’t seen it.)
I know not everyone appreciated Seinfeld, but I thought it was hilarious. It was so easy to identify with the ordinary situations and the little details of the everyday life that were magnified on that show, and the cynical sarcastic side of me appreciated the rough around the edges humor.
Those first few days in the hospital, Carol was inundated and scrambling to return calls and update people about my condition. Phone trees were set up and as people from all walks of my life came to visit, all my worlds collided. KABOOM… to the nth degree. Now unlike George, I didn’t necessarily think this was entirely a bad thing, but it was definitely the beginning of a lot of changes to come.
I’ve always liked the saying that friends are family that you’ve chosen. I left home for college when I was 17 and lived pretty independently until I got sick. Because, for the most part, my immediate family was 400 miles away and my closes relatives were 3,000 miles away, my friends were essentially my family for a large part of my adult life.
In the give and take of a friendship, the circumstances in which I can ‘give’ dramatically changed after I became ill. Friendships grow closer over time and shared experiences, but I no longer have the same day to day interactions with people. I’m no longer able to participate in life the way I used to.
It feels like my friendships that have sustained through all this have survived because the other person has willingly absorbed most of the responsibilities of the upkeep – consciously or not. If I want to spend time with a friend, 95% of the time that person has to come visit me. I went from being more of a natural part of someone’s life, like most friends, to someone who needs to be consciously included. I am no longer someone you would think of calling when you want to do something fun on a Saturday, or go to a movie or out to eat. I don’t take this personally because I know this is just another change I need to cope with.
It feels like my social structure has crumbled. Let’s say you (as my friend) have a handful of friends. If one of your friends (me) can no longer participate in your life in the same way, there is a sense of loss but for the most part your other friends fill in that gap. Essentially your social structure doesn’t really change whereas I feel more alone that I have in my life. This can not be helped. I’m still mourning the loss, but I have accepted this as my new norm. I deal and make the most of what I can. If not for instant messaging and Facebook I think I would quietly go insane. As an inherently introverted person with just a handful of people I consider to be good friends, I didn’t think I’d feel the loss of social interactions so profoundly. I guess in the end humans are naturally social creatures.
It’s interesting to me that since all of this has happened I have grown closer to some of my friends while others have dropped out completely. To be honest, I’m surprised I’m not more upset about certain people who have chosen not to be involved in my life. What’s even more surprising was my decision to not continue specific friendships. Not that we had a falling out, but I just stopped making the effort. It’s times like these when you remember why you became friends with someone in the first place.
One thing my family has always said to me throughout all this is that I have such great friends. My reply has always been the same. If they weren’t good people, they wouldn’t be my friend in the first place. However, the reality is no matter how good someone is, it’s not enough to sustain a friendship I wish life was as simple as the innocent mentality of children. You’re nice and I like playing with you. You are my friend. Unfortunately as adults we have added on layers of filters, requirements and barriers as we’ve grown up.
Yes people, mock me all you want. I am going to be THAT person who quotes Oprah. “Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.” A big shout out to all my friends who have made the effort to sustain our friendship and have gone above and beyond to include me in your life. Thank you for riding the bus with me… and often times providing the fare.
After physical therapy I came home to a box waiting for me at my front door. I was surprised to see that it was a care package from Chris! I first met Chris at UCSF in 2008 when I first got ill. I wrote about his sister in this post.
Inside were all sorts of goodies and Halloween treats. He also included fun stuff from his brother-in-law/sister’s restaurant Fritz in Kansas City. What amazed me about it, besides the novelty of the train food drop off system, was how inexpensive the food is! I know the cost of living in SF is high, but seeing the amounts written on the menu really put things into perspective.
The package also had a bag of Cherry Mash candy which is also local to where he’s from. The candy was quite interesting. I had not had it before. Apparently Alton Brown tried it on his show Feasting on Asphalt and said the flavor was good but the color of the candy is not found in nature except in poisonous frogs in the Amazon forest. As soon as I bit into the candy I knew exactly what he meant. It’s not something I would rave about, but it’s not bad. It sort of tastes like a nuttier version of the chocolate covered maraschino cherries you find during the holidays.
My favorite things in the package were the pez dispensers and the gigantic bag of dumdums. Thanks Chris for making my day. What a treat! 😀
I never know how to answer when people ask me where I’m from. I was born in NY, but I don’t identify myself as a New Yorker. I spent my childhood there so my memories are of random elementary school experiences and playing with my sister and my cousins.
I spent my formative years in southern California, but I would never say I was from the LA area. I moved there in the 8th grade and in the five years that I lived there, I never felt like I fit in. Upland was a complete culture shock. Needless to say I got the hell out of Dodge as soon as I graduated high school.
And while I consider San Francisco to be my home, I’m not from here. I didn’t move here until I was nearly 18 years old. I’ve been thinking about this recently, because I’m about to move. Again. I’ve moved so many times it’s borderline ridiculous.
I first came to San Francisco 15 years ago this past August. In the 15 years that I have lived here, I have lived in 10 different places. I will be moving into my 11th apartment at the end of the month. It may seem like I’m a restless soul who can’t stay in one place, but due to random circumstances this will only be the second time that I have voluntarily moved.
The apartment I’m moving into is in the back of my building on the second floor and only has one shared wall. The place is quiet and bright. My landlord offered me the place at the same rent that I’m paying now.
My only concern was the extra stairs I would have to climb. In the long run the exercise is good for me, but I can foresee hard times upon coming home from a hospital stay. Despite this I am taking my landlord up on the offer. Who in their right mind would pass up an opportunity like this? The downfall for my mother is that she can no longer spy. The windows in the apartment do not face the street.
The apartment is just a touch bigger than mine. I think I’m actually losing some closet space, but I like the layout better. My landlord is putting in a new fridge and dishwasher so hopefully my electric bill will go down some with the energy efficient appliances.