Over the weekend, while H.E. and I were waiting in line for dim sum at Dragon Phoenix, with Vietnamese all over Little Saigon because of the upcoming Chinese new year celebrations, some angry driver in the parking lot below us was leaning on the horn constantly, endlessly, even though the drivers up ahead had nowhere else to go. The parking lot there is always, ALWAYS crowded on the weekend, and H.E. and I have long ago learned to park in…
I hadn’t planned on writing about this topic, but it was the perfect opportunity for trying out the TrackBack feature so new to me. Jimbo wrote about his experience in a Texas country bar and described himself as metrosexual. According to the Word Spy notes: A metrosexual is a clotheshorse wrapped around a dandy fused with a narcissist. Really, the last time I encountered the word dandy outside of Yankee Doodle was in a historical romance novel I read in…
So the Oscar nominations are out, and they’re just as I expected. I watched a lot of grown up movies this year, and by “grown up” I mean well written, well directed, and, well, totally devoid of any Happily Ever After. Mystic River had me crying a river. Monster completely ripped me to shreds. I lost myself in Lost in Translation. And Cold Mountain, good God. Cold Mountain embodied the futility of a salmon swimming upstream to mate just once…
I used to have some really interesting discussions with a couple of guys at work. Both were regular churchgoers and Christians, though they often disagreed with each other on certain religious points. How often they disagreed fascinated me, since they both believed in Jesus and the Bible and had their sabbath on Saturday; I just couldn’t figure out how they could have such heated debates on the specifics of their faith. In fact, they seemed to agree only when I…
When asked what my super hero power would be, if I could have one, I would normally answer with flight—the kind of flying that Superman and Peter Pan do, unaided, unfettered, and easy as pie. It’s a superpower with which I am fairly comfortable, as I often flew in my nightly dreams when I was a kid. In fact, for a long time, I was almost completely certain that I’d be pretty good at it, what with all the practice…