A Secret

Trust it with your life.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saudade

Give Thanks (and gifts!)

I don't really get Santa's place in a Thanksgiving Day Parade. But I don't really understand why I'm there either, freezing my butt off as I watch float after float topped with B-list singers and actresses who are also freezing their butts off, but with the addition of 10 inch heels.

Oh well.

Eat lots of turkey!
Feel grateful!
For our Jewish audience, light that hannukiah!

I Love NY

My current book that I'm reading is Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer.

There's a part where the main character (Oskar) meets a Chinese man who is wearing an I Love NY shirt. When Oskar points it out, the man says that he thought it said I Love You.

Noticing that the man has so many I Love NY things around his home, Oskar asks why he loves everyone so much.

This isn't really a good blog post, just something to think about.

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“I asked him did he really love New York or was he just wearing the shirt. He smiled, like he was nervous. I could tell he didn't understand, which made me feel guilty for speaking English, for some reason. I pointed at his shirt. "Do? You? Really? Love? New York?" He said, "New York?" I said, "Your. Shirt." He looked at his shirt. I pointed at the N and said "New," and the Y and said "York." He looked confused or embarrassed, or surprised, or maybe even mad. I couldn't tell what he was feeling, because I couldn't speak the language of his feelings. "I not know was New York. In Chinese, ny mean 'you.' Thought was 'I love you.'" It was then that I noticed the "I♥NY" poster on the wall, and the "I♥NY" flag over the door, and the "I♥NY" dishtowels, and the "I♥NY" lunchbox on the kitchen table. I asked him, "Well, then why do you love everybody so much?”

Cookies

As a rule, I don't cook. Or bake. Or even try to handle food.

So when the Health project was assigned to prepare a food, I kind of freaked out. I honestly cannot cook. My dad laughed at me and told me I'd need to do some major clean-up because there was flour and vanilla extract all over. I cracked an egg and poured too much baking soda and put in twice the regular amount of brown sugar.

None of that matters, because after the recommended 8-10 minutes of baking, they taste great!

Satisfaction

It really does feel good when you get there.

But why can you only feel the mistakes?

Sometimes, the mistakes are put off for a while, and the real love begins.

Mature

"That's disgusting."
"EWWWWW."
"Really?"

The line we walk between maturity and a sense of humor is a very fine one.

Why am I laughing?

Weeds

My English teacher asked us to thing about the connotation of the word "wild."  In The Joy Luck Club's case, wild describes the weeds that run up and over the house, in every direction (even though this might be a symbol for Rose Hsu!).

I am running wild, from my enemies and my friends, in an open field where what's ahead is the same as what's behind me. At some point, I might lie down and look up. And smile.

I don't know why someone hasn't pulled me up yet. 

But I guess dandelions are weeds too.