Saturday, December 19, 2009
So out of curiosity, I googled my bag to see if it was still available (and to check that I really did get an amazing absolutely unbelievable price when I got it on sale at Barney's). Turns out there is NO online picture of my purse.
Thus, my experiment.
My purse: Prada Vitello Daino Bowler in Viola
Now I'm gonna go Google it. :)
Monday, December 14, 2009
So I got a jury duty summons. Awesome. A GRAND JURY duty summons. One of my coworkers mentioned he knew someone who served on a grand jury for 30 days.
Yes, 30 DAYS.
I can just imagine the conniption the head partner is gonna have if that's how long I'm out.
I've never done jury duty before. Thoughts?
*P.S.: Whatever happened to Pauly Shore??
Sunday, November 29, 2009
I flew back for $240 roundtrip (tax + fees included).
Yes, $240. Like I said - INSANE. The only explanation I can think of is that, at the point where people are looking up flights that take off within 24 hours, they obviously are indifferent as to whether they fly out or not...which puts the onus on the airlines to convince/incentivize these people to buy a ticket (provided the airlines have empty seats still available, of course).
Being back in SF was great, and Thanksgiving with the fam was actually a lot of fun. I got to catch up with a lot of my aunts, uncles, and cousins, most of whom I hadn't seen since Christmas of last year. We played some card games at my dad's side of the family (Apples to Apples and Bang!), and my aunt made a wicked apple pie. On my mom's side, all of us cousins picked names for Christmas gifts, but the twist is that we are stuck with a strict $5 limit (before tax and/or shipping, thankfully).
Honestly, it was all very American-flag-waving-homemade-apple-pie (as, in fact, there was courtesy of my aunt) traditional holiday, other than a few dishes of eggrolls, dumplings, Chinese broccoli, and sticky rice, that is. It's funny to me (not in a ha-ha way, but in a hrmmm - something to think about) to think that we are but a generation or two away from our immigrant F.O.B. generation.
How long does it take for a family to lose its cultural roots? And how ironic is it that it will likely be later generations who want to find them again?
Friday, October 30, 2009
I hesitate to jinx it, but this week has been pretty...lucky!
I raffled (or, more accurately, my friend raffled and gave to me) into amazing seats for the New York Rangers v. Phoenix Coyotes hockey game on Monday. ($210 each tix!) (Side note: Doesn't a "Phoenix hockey team" sound on par with a Jamaican bobsled team?*)
*bonus points for naming that movie!
Then...I found out I won a free night at a Fairmont hotel - ANY Fairmont hotel in the continental U.S./Canada. (~$400/night) I'm leaning towards one of these two. Lovely, no?
(Well, I should have outright won two nights, but due to a mixup in the back office, I am splitting the prize with the other person, and I'm STILL ELIGIBLE to win two nights for future contests - a good thing!)
FINALLY, I raffled (or, more accurately, my friend at work raffled and then can't end up going) into half-court Club seats for the Knicks OPENING game tomorrow. ($240 each tix!)
So that's like...winning a buncha money without doing anything! Cool!
Thoughts on which Fairmont hotel I should choose? Old Quebec looks beautiful... :)
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
"What dog???" you may ask.
As part of Improv Everywhere's latest outing, 2000+ people walked invisible dogs throughout Cobble Hill/Boerum Hill on what turned out to be a surprisingly pleasant Sunday afternoon. After awaking to a damp and rainy morning, I was expecting to be fairly miserable while spending the afternoon outdoors. However, Mother Nature cooperated, and the outing was so much fun!
Here is my account of the afternoon, with my favorite encounter copied below:
I was walking by a place of religious service, and it had just been let out. A group of old guys were on the steps. Corky the Yorkie-mutt had just stopped to sniff a tree nearby.
Old Guy 1 – Lady! Hey lady!
Me – Hi there! What’s up?
OG1 – What…what is this?
Me – He’s a dog. His name’s Corky.
OG1 – But I mean…what IS this?
Me – A dog. I got him at the shelter.
OG1 to OG2 – It’s a dog. Do you see it?
(OG2 shakes head.)
Me – He’s very friendly. (pats near Corky’s head)
OG1 to me – Do YOU see it?
Me – Of course. He’s right here. He’s black and brown. (wiggles leash a little)
OG1 is taken aback – He’s…he’s moving.
OG1 to kid who walked up – The dog is moving.
Me – I think he likes you.
OG1 – Can I touch him?
Me – Sure. He’s friendly.
(OG1 bends down.)
OG1 – I…I don’t feel him.
OG1 to group – Do you see the dog?
(Everyone in group is either bewildered and frowning, bewildered and giggling, or shaking their heads.)
Me – Maybe he’s shy.
Finally (because everyone loves pictures!), here is Corky (my invisi-Yorkie-mutt) hanging out with a feline friend. :)
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Anyhoo, I'm now a semifinalist! Out of ~900 entries! The way to make it to the next round (the Finals!) is to have as many people as earthly possible "wishlist" my trip entry on the website Trazzler. I've copied the link below and the easy steps to "wishlist" my entry about my experience watching the sun rise over the Arabian Sea when I went to Oman earlier this year.
It's soooo easy to "wishlist" my trip and help me along with this stage of the contest that I hope you'll take a minute or two to do so. Here are the steps:
1) Click the link below.
2) Click the green "add to wishlist" button beneath the picture of my Tropical Punch-painted toes.
3) Sign in - you don't even need to sign up for a new account because you can sign in using your Facebook information.
4) If you could click the link above again just to make sure you were registered as a "wishlist," that would be great. After that, you're done! (I think!) :)
5) (optional) Please spread the word to all of your friends, Romans, countrymen, lovers, family, guy who serves you coffee, cats-who-lolcat-and-log-into-
Thanks so much to everyone, and I hope to spread some good news soon. Hope all is well in the blogosphere! :)
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
I used to feel like I should be a little ashamed of my food hangups.
I'm reading a book that goes over (in layman's terms) the thinking behind de gustibus non disputandum - "over tastes let there be no dispute." Basically "in matters of taste, it is generally not appropriate to talk of error...if you say you like tomatoes and I don't, we agree to differ: something is right or true for you but not for me. In such cases truth tracks sincerity: if I sincerely say that I like something, I cannot be wrong - it is true (for me)."
I read these lines. Then I read them again. Hallelujah!
So many food snobs out there are eager to write you off or they "just don't understand you" if you can't appreciate the fineness of xyz or the complexity of abc. And it's so easy to say "sure, that's great"...but what if you JUST DON'T LIKE IT??
I think the food snobs might be the closed minded ones in this case. If we take the above as true (that something is not wrong if I am sincere in saying I do not like it), then trying to convince me of my wrongness is just...wrong.
I realize this is semi-circular reasoning, but seriously...do you feel me on this one?
(Apologies for the 1AM rant, but this was inspired by meeting someone today who ALSO does not like onions and ginger. How often we are so unfairly judged!)
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Me: Uh, you went the wrong way.
Him: I was going to go to xyz and then turn onto abc.
Me: Yeah...well it's faster (and more direct) to go the other way.
Him: "So whatchoo want me to do? Kill myself over it?"
I was so pissed I left the cab (and walked 12+ blocks in 24 degree weather back home).
What I should have said?
Uh, no...but you could NOT be an ASSHOLE over it.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Call me crazy, but aren't scrubs supposed to offer a sanitary sartorial presence? How does wearing your scrubs from your apartment, sitting on gum on the subway, stepping your Crocs into some dog crap on the sidewalk, and letting the 8,000 different smells, noxious chemicals, and who-knows-what-else-you-encounter-in-transit permeate your threads aid any way in a hygienic workplace?