So, after 3 cars (a ’91 white Geo Storm with a racing stripe in high
school, the white Caddie, and my current black Chevy Blazer), 5
learner’s permits, and 10 years of intermittent driving lessons, I am
now licensed to drive and to practice law.
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Edit:
A link from TK: Bogs will kill us. *Sigh*
Most people my age attend a fair number of weddings, but I feel that I
have been on the funeral circuit instead. Yesterday’s service was
strange, not in that I lost a relatively young relative (the “cool” cousin), not in that
his mother lost her only son, and not in the fact that it was conducted
in Japanese. The oddest feeling that I have right now is that my
dearly departed cousin, as the only biological son of my grandmother’s
only brother, was the last Chung. The Chungs came to America in
the 1800s, and now, they have completely died out.
The other thing that lingers is that his older, adopted brother did not
attend the service. My grandmother’s brother made the odd move in
the 1950s of adopting a white baby* who was born prematurely (maybe this
was the only way that they gave white babies to Asian couples back
then). So, this little white boy grew up with Chinese and
Japanese parents and learned how to speak the peasant dialect that my
family brought over with them. When his father passed away, he
inherited my great-grandmother’s house and soon lost it by neglecting
to pay the property taxes on it. Last we heard, he became a
meth-head and lost all of his teeth. (I can’t help but think that one’s
family has fully become Americanized once it obtains a meth-addict.)
*He adopted the baby with a different wife than the one mentioned in the first paragraph.
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Otherwise, my body is still reacting to shock from the SF cold, after a day in the LA heat.
I’m at the point where the higher ups run into each other while
dropping in my office to give me work, hence, forcing each other to
realize that I am staffed on EVERYTHING this week. Mercifully,
they took a project away from me today, but I am still swamped, or, as TK
pointed out, bogged.
Wow, we simultaneously posted about the same topic. The echo chamber of the blogosphere.
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Sorry, I had to move the last post. I can’t link to the NY Post on here.
Generally, I have nothing against the shopping magazine genre. For instance, at Kinokuniya,
they have magazines devoted exclusively to the fall LV line or everything Marc Jacobs; it’s a
very Asian concept. But Cookie, Lucky* for the yuppie parent crowd,
takes this one step too far,
especially with this request for a “less chubby” baby for the debut cover (yes, the link is from the trashiest weblog that I’ll admit to reading).
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And just because I know that at least two of you get a kick out of any
article that uses the term, “boffin,” here’s an article about how poor security may have led to the announcement of the Tenth planet.