Saturday, July 31, 2010

It's like one of those nonsensical engrish t-shirts you can buy here

Reposted from Fail blog.

Not only do you need to look up the definition of anonymous but somehow you have managed to be incoherent, amusing and creepy at the same time.

Can you guess that I am irritated and dumbfounded by the popularity of the tea party?  Can someone please tell me why they are so popular?

And while you are at it, please explain why Sarah Palin referring to Obama as "the professor" is insulting because I kinda like the idea that our nation's leader is edumacated.

And by using edumacated I was celebrating English as an evolving and modern language and not at all celebrating and lauding my ignorance.

Anyone care to refudiate me?  All kidding aside, I would like to know about the appeal of Palin and the tea party.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

One of those days

I woke up early to go jogging but couldn't find my sneakers because I had left them outside to dry.  By the time I realized where the were, it was bordering on too late so instead I hopped onto my mini-stair climber which isn't really that good.  Then I took a nice, relaxing shower which must have been too nice because before I knew it, I had fifteen minutes to get dressed and be at the bus stop.

At some point in the morning I went to go file some drawings when I bent over and...something was off.  I stood upright and thought for a moment.  Then the horrifying realization hit me.  I forgot to put a bra on.  And it was noticeable but at least the small, random, black and white patterns on my dress visually obscured certain, er, outlines.

I sat slouched at my desk, counting the minutes until lunch time when I was finally able to dart to the elevator, ride down with arms crossed, and jiggle my way to the market where I bought a bright pink, polyester monstrosity for $19, but it was the only thing that looked like it would fit.I called SB to tell him what had happened.  "Really?  That's strange because I forgot my belt."  Um, that's not quite as mortifying.

But then I remembered when he texted me a few months ago to reveal that he got up to go to the bathroom and discovered that he had put his underwear on backwards and I felt a lot better.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010


The U.S. Special Investigator for Iraq Reconstruction reported that due to shoddy record keeping and a lack of oversight, $8.7billion of taxpayers' money is unaccounted for.   For some contractors, money does grow on trees.

Monday, July 26, 2010

The other part of Sai Kung Country Park

SB and I headed out for a day away from it all (and to break his newfound addiction to Discovery Turbo now that we finally plugged in our television after 1 1/2 years).  We decided to skip the beaches this time and head to the streams.

We took a taxi to Sai Wan Village drop off (I think) and encountered something that we don't usually see in this area: people, or more specifically protesters.  We had a pretty good idea that they were raising the alarm over that d*ckhead who rerouted some streams and scraped off the tidal flats in a previously natural area to build himself a compound.  But don't worry, he claims to be "ecological" and wants to do some organic farming or something and it would only be a weird coincidence that his farm starts to resemble a lodge or retreat where fellow devotees can go to worship money and nature.

But I digress.  So now that the pristine beachfront landscape will contain one giant pockmark, we go further inland for relatively unblemished beauty.  We didn't exactly know where we were going, but we had decided that that we would find the nearest stream (general direction pinpointed from Google Earth) and follow it up.  We were delighted to very quickly stumble upon a pool and waterfall, sparkling like a clear emerald.  From there, the adventure only got better and better.  So without further ado, I present the photos:

the beginning
the concerned citizens
the location of the monstrosity
always remember to stay hydrated
and wear practical shoes (with toe protection from the rocks)
just a pile of twigs and leaves
or is it?
a path along the stream

This climb was scary for me, but not for the guy with the giant inner tube and flip flops
there were so many little fish!
"reminds me of my time in 'Nam"
but still more to go!
Running out of time, we took the dry route
this is all you can see from the trail
the end

Saturday, July 24, 2010

those macropods

Who impressed me more?  Pocock?  O'Connor?  Mitchell?  So far the Tri-nations have yielded much fruit. 

What the second before $40 million goes up in flames looks like

source: Most Emailed Photos - Yahoo! News Photos

another token from the magic time machine

I am coming up with some gems from the old e-mails that I am sorting through.  I got this one in August of 2004 as I was starting grad school at Cornell.  I was a republican then.  Things have changed.  No, this did not cause the change but it was one of a few things that sparked the flame.

Things you have to believe to be a Republican today:

Saddam was a good guy when Reagan armed him, a bad guy when Bush's daddy
made war on him; a good guy when Cheney did business with him and a bad guy when Bush needed a "we can't find Bin Laden" diversion.

Trade with Cuba is wrong because the country is communist, but trade with
China and Vietnam is vital to a spirit of international harmony.

A woman can't be trusted with decisions about her own body, but
multi-national corporations can make decisions affecting all mankind without regulation.
Jesus loves you, and shares your hatred of homosexuals and Hillary Clinton.

The best way to improve military morale is to praise the troops in speeches
while slashing veterans' benefits and combat pay.

If condoms are kept out of schools, adolescents won't have sex

Providing health care to all Iraqis is sound policy. Providing health care to all Americans is socialism.

HMOs and insurance companies have the best interests of the public at heart

Global warming and tobacco's link to cancer are junk science, but
creationism should be taught in schools.

A president lying about an extramarital affair is an impeachable offense.
A president lying to enlist support for a war in which thousands die is solid defense policy.

Government should limit itself to the powers named in the Constitution,
which include banning gay marriages and censoring the Internet.

The public has a right to know about Hillary's cattle trades, but George Bush's cocaine conviction is none of our business

Being a drug addict is moral failing and a crime, unless you're a
conservative radio host. Then it's an illness, and you need our prayers for your recovery.

You support states' rights, which means Attorney General John Ashcroft can tell states what local voter initiatives they have the right to adopt

What Bill Clinton did in the 1960s is of vital national interest, but what Bush did in the '80s is irrelevant.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

the magic time machine

Even better than the magic hockey stick and only slightly less painful.

One of the side effects of forwarding all of my e-mail into one account is that gmail forwarded every e-mail I had from the hotmail account.  Because I am compulsively organized I had to go through every single message and assign it into a folder so that my inbox would always have only one page of active e-mail. 

Tonight I arrive at the messages from six years ago.  Wow, I couldn't believe six years had passed.  There was some heavy stuff there: my first experience with a Cornell suicide, the implosion of a dear friend's marriage that was caused by a former friend, and the pain of my own relationship ending with my boyfriend sleeping with a mutual friend.  It was the year of rugby players cheating on rugby players with other rugby players I guess. 

I remember wondering how to weather the storm then.  Everything seemed so insurmountable.  As broken hearted as I was over the failure of my own relationship I think that the breakup of my friend's marriage had a far more devastating effect on me.  K and C were some of my closest friends and H was a member of our rugby team.  H was a mess.  She had drug problems, money problems, and drama problems.  K kindly let her move in because H had been evicted from her home and was failing out of school.  H repaid her by sleeping with C.  K moved in with me and H took over as mistress of the house with C.  Ugh.  I was torn because I loved, loved, loved K but also liked C a lot and in a lot of ways felt betrayed by him because all this had ruined our happy little group.  And then my boyfriend cheated with my other teammate and that pretty much spelled out the demise of what had been a wonderful place in time.

Years later I still look back with some pangs as I remember myself as that young woman who cried her heart out when she found out that things were not going to end happily ever after.  I am in a wonderful place now and K has remarried a prince among men so I guess in the end we all live and (hopefully learn).  There was a time when I wanted to extract my pound of flesh in revenge for what happened but I mostly just wanted to turn back the clock.  In a weird twist of fate, H lived with C and seemed to have turned her life around until recently when she suffered a headache at the school that she was teaching in.  She went to the toilet and collapsed.  C had to remove her from life support a few days later.  Cerebral aneurysm.  She didn't even make it to 30. 

Fast forward six years and an older, wiser me would say that time does soften the blow.  I am thankful that I walked away from it all because having kept my nose clean, I don't have any regrets.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

what an animal!

I am a fan of Julianne Moore but the scene is clearly stolen by those lion cubs.  Who doesn't love baby lions?

Oh yeah, she's trying to sell purses or something.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

James Bond or Jimmy Bond?

From Russia, with Love or Casino Royale (the movie version)?

I hope that they really weren't spies or Russia should be really, really embarrassed.  Nine years and suitcases of money for less information than I can glean from the New York Times.

Anyone read Our Man in Havana?