I wish everyone in the world would live by one simple rule.
Don't be a jerk.
It's so easy!
Friday, July 22, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Knees, knees.
Well my knees are shiny and newly fleshed, so the world is looking like a much better place these days. The boyfriend and I were hoping I'd be all patched up in time to make the Parker County Peach Pedal the Saturday after my fall, but Thursday was the last day to sign up and I wasn't sure if I would have made it and we decided to forget about it for this year. My knees were still pretty painful up until Friday night, and then they turned itchy. Soooo painfully itchy. I took off all remaining bandages right there and this past week they dried out and flaked and itched and this weekend I was back in the saddle and making another go at the Trinity River Trails.
After 13 miles or so, I got a flat tire.
It's beginning to appear that I'm not meant to get past the 13 mile mark on a bicycle.
Fortunately, the boyfriend had brought things to fix the flat. Unfortunately, he was out of CO2 to air the tire back up and he rode back to get his car and retrieve me while I began the lonely walk of shame towards the park. Several people rode by and asked if I was okay and I responded in the affirmative. Bicyclists are so nice! Then a man coming in the opposite direction rode over and fixed the flat right up. His name was Eugene and he had ridden for 56 miles so far. I was impressed. After the tire was fixed and aired up, I rode to the edge of the park and watched people toil up the incline to the path over the river. Hills, how I loathe thee.
After 13 miles or so, I got a flat tire.
It's beginning to appear that I'm not meant to get past the 13 mile mark on a bicycle.
Fortunately, the boyfriend had brought things to fix the flat. Unfortunately, he was out of CO2 to air the tire back up and he rode back to get his car and retrieve me while I began the lonely walk of shame towards the park. Several people rode by and asked if I was okay and I responded in the affirmative. Bicyclists are so nice! Then a man coming in the opposite direction rode over and fixed the flat right up. His name was Eugene and he had ridden for 56 miles so far. I was impressed. After the tire was fixed and aired up, I rode to the edge of the park and watched people toil up the incline to the path over the river. Hills, how I loathe thee.
Monday, July 04, 2011
Decidedly less independent.
Happy Fourth of July, peoples. Mine has been not so great. The amount of pain that has result from what is basically skinned knees has been phenomenal. It's like a sharp, shooting, stabbing, biting constant whenever I stand or sit or lay down for the amount of time it takes for my skin to grow accustomed to whichever way my knees are bending. Boyfriend calls it road rash. I say it's more like my knees are little heads that have been scalped. Except one knee was scalped twice, so maybe it was a conjoined twin or something.
The backstory is pretty simple. I'm clumsy as heck and we decided to go biking on the Trinity River Trails in Fort Worth. We had been there the week before and had a lovely time, going about 13 miles. This time, I decided we should try for 18 miles--9 there and 9 back. The first half was fantastic, though I do have a terribly difficult time going up ramps. On the way back, we had gone about... oh 3 or 4 miles when some people passed on the left. They let me know they were passing, but I still panicked and ended up going off the pavement. Now, this happened when we were alongside the river, the bank appeared steep and I started panicking some more. The people who were going to pass were yelling at me to stay off the concrete but all I could think of was the terrific splash I'd make when I fell into the river and decided, heck, I should go on the concrete. I did not make it, to say the least and have assorted injuries to show for my lapse in judgement. A bump and bruise on my head (though the helmet did the job it was made for and kept me from, you know, dying), some scrapes on my hip and shoulder, a few cuts on my hands, a scrape on my elbow, three giant scrapes on my knee--two on the left and one on the right and what is probably a bruised rib and what I believe is at least a cracked toe on my left foot. My neck has been sore, my side has been sore, it hurts to laugh or cough, and I walk with a limp.
But the worst has been the knees.
So far, Tegaderm, Johnson and Johnson Advanced Healing Bandages and nonstick gauze with plenty of Neosporin has been tried. The Tegaderm has been the most effective, but unfortunately, since the little skinless patches of flesh tend to leak constantly, the Tegaderm falls off. The Johnson and Johnson bandages were applied next and they soak up whatever it is that's oozing out of my bared flesh, but they also fall off easily. The nonstick gauze? NOT NONSTICK. I saw that one was peeling off and when I looked closer, saw that it was stuck to the wound it had explicitly promised not to stick to. I went ahead and took all the pads off and they had all stuck to my skin (or lack thereof). Pulling it off resulted in pulling off little bits and pieces. It hurt. It hurt a lot.
So right now I have made do with a combination of all three and will probably end up going to the store for something else tomorrow, which goes against my original plan to stay in bed all day and hope that my knees magically regrew skin by Tuesday. It's been two days, is that so much to ask?
The backstory is pretty simple. I'm clumsy as heck and we decided to go biking on the Trinity River Trails in Fort Worth. We had been there the week before and had a lovely time, going about 13 miles. This time, I decided we should try for 18 miles--9 there and 9 back. The first half was fantastic, though I do have a terribly difficult time going up ramps. On the way back, we had gone about... oh 3 or 4 miles when some people passed on the left. They let me know they were passing, but I still panicked and ended up going off the pavement. Now, this happened when we were alongside the river, the bank appeared steep and I started panicking some more. The people who were going to pass were yelling at me to stay off the concrete but all I could think of was the terrific splash I'd make when I fell into the river and decided, heck, I should go on the concrete. I did not make it, to say the least and have assorted injuries to show for my lapse in judgement. A bump and bruise on my head (though the helmet did the job it was made for and kept me from, you know, dying), some scrapes on my hip and shoulder, a few cuts on my hands, a scrape on my elbow, three giant scrapes on my knee--two on the left and one on the right and what is probably a bruised rib and what I believe is at least a cracked toe on my left foot. My neck has been sore, my side has been sore, it hurts to laugh or cough, and I walk with a limp.
But the worst has been the knees.
So far, Tegaderm, Johnson and Johnson Advanced Healing Bandages and nonstick gauze with plenty of Neosporin has been tried. The Tegaderm has been the most effective, but unfortunately, since the little skinless patches of flesh tend to leak constantly, the Tegaderm falls off. The Johnson and Johnson bandages were applied next and they soak up whatever it is that's oozing out of my bared flesh, but they also fall off easily. The nonstick gauze? NOT NONSTICK. I saw that one was peeling off and when I looked closer, saw that it was stuck to the wound it had explicitly promised not to stick to. I went ahead and took all the pads off and they had all stuck to my skin (or lack thereof). Pulling it off resulted in pulling off little bits and pieces. It hurt. It hurt a lot.
So right now I have made do with a combination of all three and will probably end up going to the store for something else tomorrow, which goes against my original plan to stay in bed all day and hope that my knees magically regrew skin by Tuesday. It's been two days, is that so much to ask?
Saturday, July 02, 2011
Ow.
Skein of skin is all too few to keep me from you.
Unable to sleep, due to upstairs neighbors stomping around as well as upstairs neighbor's dogs stomping around. I've had this song in my head all day since driving home and hearing it on the radio. Or rather, on the CD that I burned that I listen to so that's kind of like being on the radio?
Anyway, I love love love the Decemberists. I got to see them in concert a few months ago, and hope to see them in concert again and again. Just like I like reading books over and over. And watching episodes of Spongebob Squarepants even though I've seen them maybe a dozen times already.
Can you blame me? Patrick Star is awesome. And that Gary... so wry.
Anyway, I love love love the Decemberists. I got to see them in concert a few months ago, and hope to see them in concert again and again. Just like I like reading books over and over. And watching episodes of Spongebob Squarepants even though I've seen them maybe a dozen times already.
Can you blame me? Patrick Star is awesome. And that Gary... so wry.
Heart-carved tree trunk, Yankee bayonet, a sweetheart left behind
far from the hills of the sea-swelled Carolinas.
That's where my true love lies
Look for me when the sun-bright swallow sings upon the birch bough high.
But you are in the ground with the wolves and the weevils all a'chew upon your bones so dry.
But when the sun breaks to no more bullets in Battlecreek.
Then will you make a grave? For I will be home then. Then...
When I was a girl how the hills of Oconee made a seam to hem me in.
There at the fair when our eyes caught, careless, got my heart right pierced by a pin.
But oh, did you see all the dead of Manassas--all the bellies and the bones and the bile?
No, I lingered here with the blankets barren and my own belly big with child.
But when the sun breaks to no more bullets in Battlecreek.
Then will you make a grave? For I will be home then. Then...
Stems and bones and stone walls, too, could keep me from you.
Skein of skin is all too few to keep me from you
But oh, my love, though our bodies may be parted, though our skin may not touch skin.
Look for me with the sun-bright sparrow.
I will come on the breath of the wind.
Yankee Bayonet
Decemberists
far from the hills of the sea-swelled Carolinas.
That's where my true love lies
Look for me when the sun-bright swallow sings upon the birch bough high.
But you are in the ground with the wolves and the weevils all a'chew upon your bones so dry.
But when the sun breaks to no more bullets in Battlecreek.
Then will you make a grave? For I will be home then. Then...
When I was a girl how the hills of Oconee made a seam to hem me in.
There at the fair when our eyes caught, careless, got my heart right pierced by a pin.
But oh, did you see all the dead of Manassas--all the bellies and the bones and the bile?
No, I lingered here with the blankets barren and my own belly big with child.
But when the sun breaks to no more bullets in Battlecreek.
Then will you make a grave? For I will be home then. Then...
Stems and bones and stone walls, too, could keep me from you.
Skein of skin is all too few to keep me from you
But oh, my love, though our bodies may be parted, though our skin may not touch skin.
Look for me with the sun-bright sparrow.
I will come on the breath of the wind.
Yankee Bayonet
Decemberists
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Drama drama drama
I just finished watching episode 12 of 내게 거짓말을 해봐, also known as Lie to Me. I am a big fan of Korean dramas and have had pretty good luck so far in picking out good ones to watch. So now, in a burst of remembrance, I'm gonna go over my favorite dramas that I've watched. Not any that I haven't watched, because that would be weird, wouldn't it?
Watch Episode 12 of Lie to Me. Seriously! I tried embedding the player in the post, but ah. It didn't work. And I might have broken something.
The first drama I watched was My Lovely Sam Soon, which was a great way to get into the whole drama-watching field. It was short, only 16 episodes, which I find is ideal for me. If you go over 16 episodes, I start to lose interest, or the plot begins to resemble something closer to American Soap Operas, with someone falling off a cliff or slipping into a coma or something. Also, Sam Soon was fantastic because of Daniel Henney, who I love. He's my secret husband. (Please don't tell my boyfriend.)
After Sam Soon, I watched Spring Waltz, basically because it also had Daniel Henney in it. This one was a little too melodramatic for me, and also the fact that Daniel never gets the girl becomes irksome because... hello, have you seen him? How in the world could he not get the girl? Also, if I just spoiled the drama for you. Um. Sorry.
The drama watching period gets hazy here, probably because I saw a lot, or started to see a lot and then stopped. I think the next one that I watched all the way through was Boys Before Flowers. This drama was ridiculously popular, and I liked the fact that I could discuss what was happening with my students. This one fell prey to the "more is less" syndrome, and started to get a little ridiculous halfway through. I think the drama people realized that they were in the midst of a national phenomenon and decided to get as much out of it as possible. There were Boys Before Flowers things everywhere. And I do admit, I bought some F4 stickers. I excused it as a purchase for my students, but I did take the best stickers out first and put them in my organizer. I really liked Lee Min Ho in this, probably because he was tall, which resulted in me watching
Personal Preference, and yes, I realize that these are out of chronological order. They're not in the order of how I watched them either, but hey, it's cool, we can still be friends, right? ...right? I liked this drama, it was short, Son Ye Jin played a cute female character and Lee Min Ho remained tall. I can't stress enough the importance of the female character in the dramas. I mean, yeah, they're necessary because you can't really have a love story with just one guy. Well, you could but gross? But I digress. Geum Jan Di in Boys Before Flowers just got to be kind of annoying. Goo Hye Sun is adorable, but the way Jan Di was written eventually became really... not fun to watch. I don't much care for dramas that have contrived conflicts that could be easily remedied if one party talked to the other party. Personal Preference wasn't bad, and the story line was unusual because it dealt with *gasp* homosexuality which isn't such a common topic in Korea. As a friend told me, his adult student explained that they simply "don't have that here [in Korea]".
Which brings me to Coffee Prince, also unusual in that the female romantic lead dressed up (and looked) like a boy throughout most of the drama... and the male romantic lead fell in love with him. Her. Whatever. Yoon Eun Hye played the female lead well, and it was interesting to watch almost all of the male characters fall inexplicably for their "male" coworker, and then try to deal with what it meant. The writers never really answered what it meant. Maybe you're meant to fall in love with one personality, regardless of what that is housed in?
You're Beautiful also had the whole gender-bending phenomenon, and the whole straight man falling for another (seeming) man and questioning themselves. But this one is probably my favorite drama that I've watched. Park Shin Hye plays the female lead and her twin brother, and she was cute without getting too annoying, droopy, whatever. The male lead was Jang Geun Seok, and his character always wore eyeliner which was basically the hottest thing in the world. (Please don't tell my boyfriend.) The idea for the drama was there was a popular band led by Jang Geun Seok's character, but to add to their popularity, they brought another member into the group. Unbeknownst to the music label management, the additional member got a botched plastic surgery job and the man who recommended that brought in his twin sister to replace him until he could get the plastic surgery fixed. Fortunately, despite their gender differences, the twins looked and sounded exactly alike and the story goes on from there but I'm not going to get into it. The soundtrack for this drama was great and I may or may not (totally may) have favorited the last scene on youtube so that I could watch it whenever I wanted. Don't judge. You watch it, you're going to do the same thing.
Jang Geun Seok was also the male lead in Mary Stayed Out All Night, and he played a poor struggling musician who agreed to enter a fake marriage with a poor girl in order to keep her father from forcing her to marry his old friend's son. Moon Geun Young played the poor girl, and I really like her as an actress. Her voice is all raspy and cute. She was A Tale of Two Sisters, which was creepy but I watched it anyway. I also always saw her on Mr. Pizza commercials. I liked Mr. Pizza. I also liked this drama a lot, too, though it did have several of those "Oh my gosh, talk to the other person already" instances, in which a lot of trouble (and probably several episodes) could have been avoided if someone would have just said something.
Moving on, Playful Kiss starred one of the actors from Boys Before Flowers. I actually watched it because it was recommended to me on Hulu, and I was so excited to see Korean dramas there that I started to watch it and got sucked in. Kim Hyun Joong was the spacy, perfect artist guy in Boys Before Flowers and he was kind of the same character here. The female lead was cute, she played her character well, but gosh, at this point I started to realize that there are way too many dramas with a perfect, rich man and an adorable but somehow flawed girl (she's usually poor, in this one she was dumb, too) that wins his heart through sheer persistence. Oh, and there's also going to usually be a boy that's consistently in love with the poor girl (though she never returns his feelings) and a perfect girl that the perfect boy wants before he decides to fall in love with the poor girl. Maybe these dramas are meant to give their audiences hope that they too will someday through sheer force of will cause a perfect, rich, handsome man to fall in love with them?
Baker King, Kim Tak Gu did not have a perfect rich boy as the lead. Kim Tak Gu was cute but oh my gosh, so emotional. I started watching this with my mom on KBS last summer and then finished it online and every time Tak Gu cried (and oh my, did he cry a lot), I would get teary eyed. Or cry. When I told my mom about it, she said she did the same thing. This story was different, which is probably why I liked it. Tak Gu was poor, the female characters were poor-ish, the bad guy was rich but he wasn't really the bad guy except for the fact that he was totally awful and... well... you'd have to watch it to understand. Unfortunately, this sucker is long. 30 episodes. And it has a lot of those easy-to-fix conflicts that make you so annoyed because you're so tense but you can't stop watching anyway because you want everything to be okay and for Tak Gu to stop crying already. Gosh.
All of this leads me to the episode that I linked to in the beginning of this entry. So far, Lie to Me has been an enjoyable drama-watching experience. It's also got Yoon Eun Hye, but she's not a boy the whole time this time! She plays the hard-working, kind of quirky, down to earth girl and she lies about being married to a perfect rich guy. She never explicitly says she's married to Kang Ji Hwan's character, but people see them together and the rumor spreads and he finds out and gets mad and is going to sue her but she asks him to pretend to be married to her so that she can get revenge on her college friend who stole her first love and he finally agrees after some interference from his younger brother and then shenanigans ensue and I'm on episode 12. I don't know how it ends and if I did know, I wouldn't tell you anyway. So there. I like this drama so far because there isn't a super evil villain character, it's funny and Kang Ji Hwan's character basically gives me unrealistic expectations for boyfriendly behavior forever now. I realize the big cultural differences between Korean men and American men. And I would never ask my boyfriend to buy all the tickets to a concert I was organizing or to give up his own professional well-being in order to make me feel happy. But some of those other things aren't bad. Like asking your significant other to tell you about their day. Or surprising them at their home. Drinking bowls full of soju is optional. (You can totally tell my boyfriend some of this. Unless he's reading it himself. In which case... hi, honey.)
Anyway, there are several dramas that I'm leaving out. These are the ones that stuck with me so far, and most of them are really good. They're also valuable learning opportunities to be found in the viewing of these dramas. You can learn how to be a rich, snobby guy which will lead you to fall in love with a cute, persistent girl. You can learn how to say the equivalent of "You suck" in Korean. You can find scenes to look up and favorite on youtube so that you can watch them over and over again whenever you like. Or you can decide to do any of these things later and fall asleep because it's late and you're tired and it's been a long day. But you still have to watch at least one of these. You (or your girlfriend) will thank me for it after you decorate an entire park in tiny Christmas lights in order to apologize after a tiff with your significant other.
Watch Episode 12 of Lie to Me. Seriously! I tried embedding the player in the post, but ah. It didn't work. And I might have broken something.
The first drama I watched was My Lovely Sam Soon, which was a great way to get into the whole drama-watching field. It was short, only 16 episodes, which I find is ideal for me. If you go over 16 episodes, I start to lose interest, or the plot begins to resemble something closer to American Soap Operas, with someone falling off a cliff or slipping into a coma or something. Also, Sam Soon was fantastic because of Daniel Henney, who I love. He's my secret husband. (Please don't tell my boyfriend.)
After Sam Soon, I watched Spring Waltz, basically because it also had Daniel Henney in it. This one was a little too melodramatic for me, and also the fact that Daniel never gets the girl becomes irksome because... hello, have you seen him? How in the world could he not get the girl? Also, if I just spoiled the drama for you. Um. Sorry.
The drama watching period gets hazy here, probably because I saw a lot, or started to see a lot and then stopped. I think the next one that I watched all the way through was Boys Before Flowers. This drama was ridiculously popular, and I liked the fact that I could discuss what was happening with my students. This one fell prey to the "more is less" syndrome, and started to get a little ridiculous halfway through. I think the drama people realized that they were in the midst of a national phenomenon and decided to get as much out of it as possible. There were Boys Before Flowers things everywhere. And I do admit, I bought some F4 stickers. I excused it as a purchase for my students, but I did take the best stickers out first and put them in my organizer. I really liked Lee Min Ho in this, probably because he was tall, which resulted in me watching
Personal Preference, and yes, I realize that these are out of chronological order. They're not in the order of how I watched them either, but hey, it's cool, we can still be friends, right? ...right? I liked this drama, it was short, Son Ye Jin played a cute female character and Lee Min Ho remained tall. I can't stress enough the importance of the female character in the dramas. I mean, yeah, they're necessary because you can't really have a love story with just one guy. Well, you could but gross? But I digress. Geum Jan Di in Boys Before Flowers just got to be kind of annoying. Goo Hye Sun is adorable, but the way Jan Di was written eventually became really... not fun to watch. I don't much care for dramas that have contrived conflicts that could be easily remedied if one party talked to the other party. Personal Preference wasn't bad, and the story line was unusual because it dealt with *gasp* homosexuality which isn't such a common topic in Korea. As a friend told me, his adult student explained that they simply "don't have that here [in Korea]".
Which brings me to Coffee Prince, also unusual in that the female romantic lead dressed up (and looked) like a boy throughout most of the drama... and the male romantic lead fell in love with him. Her. Whatever. Yoon Eun Hye played the female lead well, and it was interesting to watch almost all of the male characters fall inexplicably for their "male" coworker, and then try to deal with what it meant. The writers never really answered what it meant. Maybe you're meant to fall in love with one personality, regardless of what that is housed in?
You're Beautiful also had the whole gender-bending phenomenon, and the whole straight man falling for another (seeming) man and questioning themselves. But this one is probably my favorite drama that I've watched. Park Shin Hye plays the female lead and her twin brother, and she was cute without getting too annoying, droopy, whatever. The male lead was Jang Geun Seok, and his character always wore eyeliner which was basically the hottest thing in the world. (Please don't tell my boyfriend.) The idea for the drama was there was a popular band led by Jang Geun Seok's character, but to add to their popularity, they brought another member into the group. Unbeknownst to the music label management, the additional member got a botched plastic surgery job and the man who recommended that brought in his twin sister to replace him until he could get the plastic surgery fixed. Fortunately, despite their gender differences, the twins looked and sounded exactly alike and the story goes on from there but I'm not going to get into it. The soundtrack for this drama was great and I may or may not (totally may) have favorited the last scene on youtube so that I could watch it whenever I wanted. Don't judge. You watch it, you're going to do the same thing.
Jang Geun Seok was also the male lead in Mary Stayed Out All Night, and he played a poor struggling musician who agreed to enter a fake marriage with a poor girl in order to keep her father from forcing her to marry his old friend's son. Moon Geun Young played the poor girl, and I really like her as an actress. Her voice is all raspy and cute. She was A Tale of Two Sisters, which was creepy but I watched it anyway. I also always saw her on Mr. Pizza commercials. I liked Mr. Pizza. I also liked this drama a lot, too, though it did have several of those "Oh my gosh, talk to the other person already" instances, in which a lot of trouble (and probably several episodes) could have been avoided if someone would have just said something.
Moving on, Playful Kiss starred one of the actors from Boys Before Flowers. I actually watched it because it was recommended to me on Hulu, and I was so excited to see Korean dramas there that I started to watch it and got sucked in. Kim Hyun Joong was the spacy, perfect artist guy in Boys Before Flowers and he was kind of the same character here. The female lead was cute, she played her character well, but gosh, at this point I started to realize that there are way too many dramas with a perfect, rich man and an adorable but somehow flawed girl (she's usually poor, in this one she was dumb, too) that wins his heart through sheer persistence. Oh, and there's also going to usually be a boy that's consistently in love with the poor girl (though she never returns his feelings) and a perfect girl that the perfect boy wants before he decides to fall in love with the poor girl. Maybe these dramas are meant to give their audiences hope that they too will someday through sheer force of will cause a perfect, rich, handsome man to fall in love with them?
Baker King, Kim Tak Gu did not have a perfect rich boy as the lead. Kim Tak Gu was cute but oh my gosh, so emotional. I started watching this with my mom on KBS last summer and then finished it online and every time Tak Gu cried (and oh my, did he cry a lot), I would get teary eyed. Or cry. When I told my mom about it, she said she did the same thing. This story was different, which is probably why I liked it. Tak Gu was poor, the female characters were poor-ish, the bad guy was rich but he wasn't really the bad guy except for the fact that he was totally awful and... well... you'd have to watch it to understand. Unfortunately, this sucker is long. 30 episodes. And it has a lot of those easy-to-fix conflicts that make you so annoyed because you're so tense but you can't stop watching anyway because you want everything to be okay and for Tak Gu to stop crying already. Gosh.
All of this leads me to the episode that I linked to in the beginning of this entry. So far, Lie to Me has been an enjoyable drama-watching experience. It's also got Yoon Eun Hye, but she's not a boy the whole time this time! She plays the hard-working, kind of quirky, down to earth girl and she lies about being married to a perfect rich guy. She never explicitly says she's married to Kang Ji Hwan's character, but people see them together and the rumor spreads and he finds out and gets mad and is going to sue her but she asks him to pretend to be married to her so that she can get revenge on her college friend who stole her first love and he finally agrees after some interference from his younger brother and then shenanigans ensue and I'm on episode 12. I don't know how it ends and if I did know, I wouldn't tell you anyway. So there. I like this drama so far because there isn't a super evil villain character, it's funny and Kang Ji Hwan's character basically gives me unrealistic expectations for boyfriendly behavior forever now. I realize the big cultural differences between Korean men and American men. And I would never ask my boyfriend to buy all the tickets to a concert I was organizing or to give up his own professional well-being in order to make me feel happy. But some of those other things aren't bad. Like asking your significant other to tell you about their day. Or surprising them at their home. Drinking bowls full of soju is optional. (You can totally tell my boyfriend some of this. Unless he's reading it himself. In which case... hi, honey.)
Anyway, there are several dramas that I'm leaving out. These are the ones that stuck with me so far, and most of them are really good. They're also valuable learning opportunities to be found in the viewing of these dramas. You can learn how to be a rich, snobby guy which will lead you to fall in love with a cute, persistent girl. You can learn how to say the equivalent of "You suck" in Korean. You can find scenes to look up and favorite on youtube so that you can watch them over and over again whenever you like. Or you can decide to do any of these things later and fall asleep because it's late and you're tired and it's been a long day. But you still have to watch at least one of these. You (or your girlfriend) will thank me for it after you decorate an entire park in tiny Christmas lights in order to apologize after a tiff with your significant other.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
I could go anywhere with you.
I miss old Bright Eyes. I even miss folk-alternative-country Conor Oberst. I am not too enamored of 2011 Bright Eyes. Previously, if you had told me that a new Bright Eyes album was forthcoming and I wouldn't be listening to it within the first week, heck, the first day of release, I would have laughed and called you a liar. Bright Eyes was such a huge part of my life. I listened to almost the entire discography, on repeat, from... oh... 2004-2008. That was the music that got me through rocky breakups, rockier breakups, good days, bad days, job after job after job, fights and making up and, you know, life. I would listen driving home from work in Lubbock, and sitting around in my parent's dining room, and walking down the street to my apartment in Seoul. And now, as with everything else, it seems that I have moved on.
It does make me worry about the transient nature of the world. Well, not about the world, but about me. What if I'm fickle? I realize that change is a part of life, but it's weird. The people in high school that meant so much to me are barely a footnote in the annals* of my life. I've changed my favorite color three times, people. Three! I used to really dig blondes, but now am very much into brunettes. I formerly hated sour cream and now I think it's not so bad. Oh, and I have decided that, overall, Charles Dickens has a bad rep for being wordy, but he's a clever dude and I enjoy reading his books. That would have never been the case 10 years ago! What else has changed... I think I'm much less social than I was, but I like it. I enjoy going out and being active, and I'm still talkative, but I don't feel like I'm missing out if I'm not always around people. OH and I listen to NPR. A lot. And do crossword puzzles. Maybe it's just a natural part of getting old.
Summer vacation has been treating me well so far. I've settled the details on where I'll be living next year. The lease was up on my current place, but as it's a two bedroom and I'm only one person, I decided to go for something less... two-bedroom-y and settled upon a lovely one-bedroom apartment... across the street. I'll be moving after the first week in August, which will be exciting, since I am not going to try to get a rental car and am just going to take everything apart into pieces small enough to hopefully fit into my car. Did I mention I have a Ford Focus? They'll be REALLY small pieces. I don't have too much stuff so I don't think it'll take long.
I have read book upon book upon book. This evening I finished Scarlett, the sequel to Gone with the Wind. I've read both of the books before. I've actually read Gone with the Wind a lot. I always feel sad for Scarlett at the end, though, so I decided to re-read the sequel just to be able to remember the characters with a happy ending. I'm one of those people that like books to have a very in-depth denouement, so that the tension from the conflict of the story can be alleviated. I want at least a few chapters after the climax... and an epilogue. One that doesn't raise questions or introduce a new conflict for a new story. I guess that's childish, but I want to know the characters that I've spent so much time on have a happy ending and lasting peace. The lasting peace part is important, anyone can have a happy ending*, it just depends on how long that lasts.
Hmm, what else. My refrigerator broke and I got it fixed. I got my recommendation for my standard teaching certificate, which is awesome. I spent a lovely weekend with my boyfriend and we went cycling. I am kind of scared to go fast on a bike, since I realize that it's easy to fall and hard to grow new skin, but it was fun. This morning we went on the Trinity River trails in Fort Worth and I managed to go just over 13 miles. Of course, my legs are tired and my butt is sore now, but it was pretty worth it. The scenery was lovely, the company was grand, and best of all? I didn't fall down.
OH and then there's the baklava. We went to Chadra Mezza in Fort Worth and I had baklava, which I love. I've only eaten baklava a few times, so when the waiter at the restaurant asked us about dessert and mentioned that, I got really excited. The plate came with a few different kinds of baklava and a little bowl of ice cream. The ice cream tasted of nutmeg and cinnamon with a bite of cayenne at the end. It was probably the best food in the entire world. Or close.
Hmm. I went to the Amon Carter museum on Friday morning, too, with my coworker. I hadn't really thought I'd like it much, but it was nice. I'm not a big fan of Western art, and there was a great deal of it, but there were also some interesting paintings and sculptures that were more my style. Also, I just like going to museums. They're usually pretty nice, air conditioned and free. Or cheap. I like free and cheap.
So I think that's it. I'm going to visit my parents this week and see the Rodeo Parade. My mom wants me to help at the public library's centennial celebration, which will probably amount to ladling punch or passing out cookies, but hey, as long as it's air conditioned. My standards for fun things to do lower considerably when it's triple digits heat outside.
*Oh grow up.
*Oh, grow up!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Awake.
It's so hard to go to sleep and wake up at a reasonable hour when there's nothing forcing me to get up in the morning, and nothing to prevent me from napping away the afternoon. I thought I did alright today, since I had left out the whole napping part. I was even feeling slightly lethargic a little after midnight. I thought that, for sure, once I crept under the covers, I would have no trouble falling asleep. But then I kept seeing flashes of light in the window, and once I realized that the rumbling I was hearing sporadically was thunder, well... then I had to get up and roll up my car windows. Then I decided to go ahead and take out the trash. And now I realize that I'm just not very tired. I'm not sure what to do about this. I could go back to bed and toss and turn and try to sleep. Or I could read a book. I could watch some TV on the internet. I could knit an afghan. I could paint a portrait. I could learn to tango. The possibilities are endless!
Thursday, June 09, 2011
Gloom.
Today was not a great day. I think a lot of factors went into that. But there weren't enough good things that happened to alleviate the bad things and thus, by the laws of math, today = not good day.
Take that, people who say I am bad at math.
Also known as the world.
10:01 pm.
Just gave all my parent's animals a bath. One dog and two cats. If I'm going to have a rough day, at least three other entities will have one, too.
Take that, people who say I am bad at math.
Also known as the world.
10:01 pm.
Just gave all my parent's animals a bath. One dog and two cats. If I'm going to have a rough day, at least three other entities will have one, too.
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
Solitary motion.
I am in my hometown. It's hot and I get to spend the week rummaging through my parent's stuff, scrounging up things to take back with me in hopes of trying to make life more comfortable.
It's pretty darn comfortable, though. I miss my apartment, even the way the upstairs neighbor plays obnoxiously loud country music at all hours while her two dogs run back and forth and back and forth.
Actually, I don't miss that at all.
I remembered that I don't really like driving for long distances. I wouldn't mind it so much if nothing would impede my forward progress, but unfortunately, that just doesn't happen. There are other cars out there, man. Other cars with other drivers who go different speeds from my own. I don't mind when people pass me, but I hate when I'm just about to pass another car and then someone else is in the passing lane going at a speed that just isn't fast enough to pass the first car quickly and then I have to slow down.
Reading that makes me realize that I am spoiled like whoa.
Other Lives--Tamer Animals
I heard this and another song, For 12, today on NPR's World Cafe. I really liked it, so I hope other people do, too.
It's pretty darn comfortable, though. I miss my apartment, even the way the upstairs neighbor plays obnoxiously loud country music at all hours while her two dogs run back and forth and back and forth.
Actually, I don't miss that at all.
I remembered that I don't really like driving for long distances. I wouldn't mind it so much if nothing would impede my forward progress, but unfortunately, that just doesn't happen. There are other cars out there, man. Other cars with other drivers who go different speeds from my own. I don't mind when people pass me, but I hate when I'm just about to pass another car and then someone else is in the passing lane going at a speed that just isn't fast enough to pass the first car quickly and then I have to slow down.
Reading that makes me realize that I am spoiled like whoa.
Other Lives--Tamer Animals
I heard this and another song, For 12, today on NPR's World Cafe. I really liked it, so I hope other people do, too.
Saturday, June 04, 2011
I have doubted my decision to become a teacher previously, sure. I think that's pretty normal, for people to have second thoughts regarding decisions they make that will affect them forever. But this week, two things have made me realize that I probably did a pretty good thing, career wise.
Those two things are:
1. Seeing actual, physical proof that my work has had an effect on others. Clearly, I am not a teacher for money or fame or recognition. So recently, when I've been reminded that just the act of me going into work every day has actually changed some lives, it's been pretty fantastic. I was looking back at some videos from when I was in Korea and marveling over how well the kids could speak and it hit me... that I helped teach them that. Then again, I was looking at some work that some students did this year and I can't take much credit for it, but to think that I may have helped the kids gain an interest in some aspects of the English language (because I'm sick to death of hearing people say, "Why do we have to learn English? We can already talk it.") or to refine interest that was already there... well, that's pretty cool.
2. Summer vacation is awesome.
Awesome like learning to ride a bike.
Those two things are:
1. Seeing actual, physical proof that my work has had an effect on others. Clearly, I am not a teacher for money or fame or recognition. So recently, when I've been reminded that just the act of me going into work every day has actually changed some lives, it's been pretty fantastic. I was looking back at some videos from when I was in Korea and marveling over how well the kids could speak and it hit me... that I helped teach them that. Then again, I was looking at some work that some students did this year and I can't take much credit for it, but to think that I may have helped the kids gain an interest in some aspects of the English language (because I'm sick to death of hearing people say, "Why do we have to learn English? We can already talk it.") or to refine interest that was already there... well, that's pretty cool.
2. Summer vacation is awesome.
Awesome like learning to ride a bike.
Friday, June 03, 2011
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
Productivity
Today I:
Paid rent.
Got coffee.
Bought saline solution and an envelope.
Picked up a prescription.
Altered a dress.
Played Sims 3.
Read a book.
Watched a movie.
Washed dishes.
Made a tuna fish sandwich.
Checked the mail.
Chatted with my sister.
Talked to my boyfriend.
Summer vacation 10 years after high school is so way better.
Paid rent.
Got coffee.
Bought saline solution and an envelope.
Picked up a prescription.
Altered a dress.
Played Sims 3.
Read a book.
Watched a movie.
Washed dishes.
Made a tuna fish sandwich.
Checked the mail.
Chatted with my sister.
Talked to my boyfriend.
Summer vacation 10 years after high school is so way better.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Inconceivable!
It doesn't really seem possible, but it's official. Summer has begun and I'm out of work until the second week of August. Or it could be the third week, I'm not really sure, but I'm not certain that it matters at present, since I have two full months of rest and relaxation and any other activities that begin with the letter 'r'. Rhyming? Rapping. Speaking of rapping.
And speaking of the Cookie Monster. I like reading McSweeney's but haven't lately, though I will always remember enjoying this particular list.
Cookie Monster searches deep within himself and asks: "Is me really monster?"
Poor guy.
In other news, life is good. I'm so happy to be done with my first year of school and to still have a job. I'm excited about the next year, and am already planning on what I'll do better. I'm hoping to find a different apartment, but if I can't then I'll stay where I am with minimal grumbling. I'm working on my novel, which is a fancy way of saying that I'm writing a few pages or so every day. I'm going to take up some new hobbies, and read a lot and play Sims 3, which, by the way, I am unable to figure out how to start a garden and that's just ridiculous, but I will persevere! I'm going to visit my parents and read a lot of books. I cooked this weekend and it was delicious. I want to see the Old 97's perform at the Fort Worth Botanic Garden in June. I have a pretty fantastic boyfriend. I think Texas is way too hot. I need a new handbag but that can wait. Also, I want to go everywhere and do everything because life is good. I think I mentioned that. Oh well.
Good work, folks. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.
And speaking of the Cookie Monster. I like reading McSweeney's but haven't lately, though I will always remember enjoying this particular list.
Cookie Monster searches deep within himself and asks: "Is me really monster?"
Poor guy.
In other news, life is good. I'm so happy to be done with my first year of school and to still have a job. I'm excited about the next year, and am already planning on what I'll do better. I'm hoping to find a different apartment, but if I can't then I'll stay where I am with minimal grumbling. I'm working on my novel, which is a fancy way of saying that I'm writing a few pages or so every day. I'm going to take up some new hobbies, and read a lot and play Sims 3, which, by the way, I am unable to figure out how to start a garden and that's just ridiculous, but I will persevere! I'm going to visit my parents and read a lot of books. I cooked this weekend and it was delicious. I want to see the Old 97's perform at the Fort Worth Botanic Garden in June. I have a pretty fantastic boyfriend. I think Texas is way too hot. I need a new handbag but that can wait. Also, I want to go everywhere and do everything because life is good. I think I mentioned that. Oh well.
Good work, folks. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Nothing is extinguished or forgotten.
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
If You Forget Me
Monday, May 02, 2011
Darkness cannot drive out darkness.
What I'm going to write about today has been and is being written about by scores of people.
This piece in the Huffington Post puts it better than I can. Read it for yourselves. Or not.
Psychology of Revenge
But here's my take on things.
So Osama Bin Laden has been found and killed in his little secret compound in Pakistan. I was up last night when twitter and facebook exploded with the news and I thought, "Okay."
I woke up this morning to raucous "Woo-hoo"ings from friends, acquaintances, strangers, television, students, newspapers. As the fakeapstylebook twitter account suggested, "This is one of the few times you'll be able to print swears on your front page without getting letters. Have fun! Slip a 'fuck' in there!" I mean, why not? It's not like anyone died.
Oh wait.
Now, I'm not arguing whether or not Bin Laden deserved to die. I'm not debating whether or not he was a good influence in the world, or if he should have been captured, or if he had redeeming qualities. I'm not doing that because I'm not suggesting tolerance for his actions. But I am advocating temperance in our responses.
I put a quote up from Martin Luther King, Jr. on my own facebook this afternoon.
Video later emerged of bin Laden laughing and chatting about 9/11 with associates in which he expressed amazement at the scale of the destruction."
Hm. Looks like hate really does multiply hate.
This piece in the Huffington Post puts it better than I can. Read it for yourselves. Or not.
Psychology of Revenge
But here's my take on things.
So Osama Bin Laden has been found and killed in his little secret compound in Pakistan. I was up last night when twitter and facebook exploded with the news and I thought, "Okay."
I woke up this morning to raucous "Woo-hoo"ings from friends, acquaintances, strangers, television, students, newspapers. As the fakeapstylebook twitter account suggested, "This is one of the few times you'll be able to print swears on your front page without getting letters. Have fun! Slip a 'fuck' in there!" I mean, why not? It's not like anyone died.
Oh wait.
Now, I'm not arguing whether or not Bin Laden deserved to die. I'm not debating whether or not he was a good influence in the world, or if he should have been captured, or if he had redeeming qualities. I'm not doing that because I'm not suggesting tolerance for his actions. But I am advocating temperance in our responses.
I put a quote up from Martin Luther King, Jr. on my own facebook this afternoon.
Video later emerged of bin Laden laughing and chatting about 9/11 with associates in which he expressed amazement at the scale of the destruction."
Hm. Looks like hate really does multiply hate.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Who more foolish than I?
O Me! O Life!
Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman reminds me of Santa Claus* sometimes. I guess all old people with gigantic white beards tend to look the same. I told my Dad that he looked like Sam Beam once. He seemed really confused after that.
This week, we'll have TAKS testing. I get to monitor the kids for exams during three of the days. I am hoping that it'll be a good time for me to not assign homework and hopefully get some grading done in the evening. I had an unpleasant situation in the afternoon, but I think I handled it pretty well. I didn't shrink from the confrontation, which I was proud of. I think I tend to try to take too much of a conciliatory tone when dealing with unpleasant situations, and I think that people take that for weakness. Also, my ability to apologize. I will admit if I made a mistake. I have that ability, and I'm glad to have it. It is frustrating though, when people take that as a sign that I'm wrong and they're right. I'm usually a "everyone's a little wrong and everyone's a little right" kind of person anyway. Unless it comes to feelings, in which case I'm a "you might be right but it still hurts my feelings so let's fix it" kind of gal. I can get my feelings hurt easily.
Teaching has actually been good for me, in regards to that. During the first few months of the first semester of school, I would get honestly upset. I wanted to be the perfect teacher, and if I couldn't make everyone happy than I felt that I, in some way, was a failure. It took a lot of people convincing me otherwise to get that out of my head.. and I think that I've toughened up a lot in regards to it. I'm not saying that I like the negative circumstances that occasionally arise from my job, but it doesn't hurt me as a person anymore.
But it does make me feel stressed. I think that there are a lot of things going on right now. The final six weeks is huge, and while I do have the weight of contract-renewal out of the way (phew), I still have grades, finals, TALENT SHOWS, student's parents, MY parents, my personal life, everything is kind of squeezing me until I feel like a battered tube of toothpaste. A tube of toothpaste that's been squeezed from the middle, too, not neatly rolled up from the bottom.
Poetic, huh? If I didn't have the summer to look forward to, I don't know what I would do. I like TEACHING. Some of the kids are absolutely fantastic, and I enjoy having the knowledge that they've benefited in some manner from being in my class. I guess that sounds conceited. I like the fact that I'm actually DOING SOMETHING, though, something that will change a person's life forever. Working in retail was horrible for me, because what was I doing with my time and energy? Helping people buy things they didn't need so that some store owners could get more money that they didn't necessarily deserve. I felt this way in Korea, too. Working isn't fun in most cases, but when I feel like I'm actually accomplishing something... well, then it's worth it.
But don't get me wrong, I am totally counting the days until the end of school. 21 full days of school, 3 half days of school, 1 holiday and then 1 in-service day. Plus they'll be taking TAKS and EOCs and then AP exams for the next few weeks, so it's going to be absolute madness.
I get to go see the Decemberists on Friday. I'm pretty thrilled. I like knowing what I'm going to do each week, even if it's simply the knowledge that I won't be doing anything. And not doing anything can be fairly positive, as it means that I won't spend money and that's usually a good thing. But this weekend, I'll be doing things! And stuff! And... other things!
It'll be madness.
*Haaaah, I put Santa Clause.
*Haaaah, I put Santa Clause.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
I'll be my own savior.
Close enough to start a war
All that I have is on the floor
God only knows what we're fighting for
All that I say, you always say more
I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe
So, I won't let you close enough to hurt me
No, I won't rescue you, you to just desert me
I cant give you, what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
To turning tables
Under haunted skies I see you
Where love is lost, your ghost is found
I braved a hundred storms to leave you
As hard as you try, no I will never be knocked down
I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe
So, I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no
I won't rescue you, you to just desert me
I cant give you, what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
Turning tables
Next time I'll be braver
I'll be my own savior
When the thunder calls for me
Next time I'll be braver
I'll be my own savior
Standing on my own two feet
I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no
I won't rescue you, you to just desert me
I cant give you, what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables.
All that I have is on the floor
God only knows what we're fighting for
All that I say, you always say more
I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe
So, I won't let you close enough to hurt me
No, I won't rescue you, you to just desert me
I cant give you, what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
To turning tables
Under haunted skies I see you
Where love is lost, your ghost is found
I braved a hundred storms to leave you
As hard as you try, no I will never be knocked down
I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe
So, I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no
I won't rescue you, you to just desert me
I cant give you, what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
Turning tables
Next time I'll be braver
I'll be my own savior
When the thunder calls for me
Next time I'll be braver
I'll be my own savior
Standing on my own two feet
I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no
I won't rescue you, you to just desert me
I cant give you, what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables.
Gwyneth Paltrow tried her best on Glee, and she sings much better than I can, so she deserves plenty of credit. But Adele just has this richness of voice that makes her so much more appealing to listen to. I tend to avoid female singers that have quite a bit of range and who tend to use the depths and heights of their range frequently. Mostly because I like to sing along in the car* and it's hard for me to sing along to women with big voices. But I will admit that the current CD that's been jammed and is now stuck into my broken stereo has both her first and second albums on it. It gets me through the drives to and from work.
Speaking of work, I've got the date set for the Theatre Talent Show and it's going to be amazeballs. But holyjeebus, it is stressful. I've got so much to do organization-wise, and creation-wise, and homework-grading-wise that I'm not really sure what to do next.
That's actually a lie. I think I've been somewhat diligent at working my way through the mess that living the life of a schoolteacher has given me. Except for once a week or so (today, in this case), in which I take a break and goof off. It's good for my mental health. And I've had a lot of things to think about, so I think it's good for me to take plenty of care of my mental health. Also my physical health, because that's kind of important and ohmygosh this town is killing me with all the pollen and allergens and tiny flying saucers of disease floating about. It could be worse. I could be stuck worrying about wildfires and being evacuated. I am happy that I don't have to worry about my apartment burning down. What would I do with my TV? Or my bed? I like my bed. It's comfy. I like crawling into it at night and hanging my feet off the edge, which is a habit that I picked up when I was sleeping on a twin-sized bed in good old Munjeong Shiyoung, but which is certainly unnecessary now, seeing as I have a lovely queen-sized bed which is actually probably too big for me because it actually takes up almost the entirety of my bedroom and sometimes I think it would be nice to have... you know.. furniture in my bedroom but then I remember that I scarcely have furniture in my LIVING room and then everything's okay.
I've been back in Texas for over a year now, and everything seems so settled that it's kind of stifling. But then again, some things don't seem settled at all. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm about to make other things all topsy-turvy. I wonder if there's a certain percentage of chaos that's required to be present in everyone's life? I think I'm at around 15%...which is pretty darn good, if you ask me. I'm sure some people operate better under a higher percentage, and I'm sure we all want a lower percentage. Maybe 25% is the norm, or the number we should all shoot for. In which case, I've got to do something just plain wacky to get my numbers up.
I'll start making lists right now.
*Except now sometimes all I do is listen to NPR for DAYS and it's starting to get weird because I like it, and I think it helps me drive better because I'm less preoccupied by wishing I had a better singing voice.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Photossss
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| 16-Mogi during Spring Break |
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| 17-Sunset over Weatherford |
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| 18-Following the bus. Again. |
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| 19-Gone to Ikea |
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| 20-Tiger at the Fort Worth Zoo |
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| 21-Japanese Garden Spring Festival |
For the record, it took me FOR EVER to get these photos semi-lined up in a manner that would not cause me to lose sleep at night. I'm not really that ocd, but sometimes I wonder.
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