Instead of saying "Weight Loss" I heard a woman in the Weight Loss and Health industry say "Weight Transference" That's what she called weight loss -- I think that's a riot....
"I don't need to lose weight! I need to transfer it!" -- and that begs the question where do you transfer it to??? Then instinctively makes me wanna say "Please keep your transference to your self...I've been transferred to enough."
It almost sounds like a disease, doesn't it? "I'll transfer my fatness to you... How is that honey?"
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
What I'm Reading These Days
I'm reading Suite Francaise these days for the book club and I found out through Facebook that a friend of mine is reading it as well. 
And he can't seem to put the book down. It intrigued me that he is enjoying it so much and then I found out he is a Balzac fan.
While in college I had a professor who was obssessed with Balzac. Her life's goal was to read all of Balzac's work before she leaves this world. Now that I look back she looked to be about in her 50's and to my 20 year old mind she seemed so ancient and I remember internally wishing her well and wishing that she indeed gets to have her dream fulfilled... Anyhow, I digress...
I found from him that he likes Balzac cuz Balzac mixes fiction with Journalism. So I'm now asking him what he thinks of Gabriel Garcia Marquez. And this reminds me of when I had to read the "Autumn of the Patriarch" in college for my Masters Degree. OH MY GOD. I thought I'd go insane. The book barely has any
punctuations or any paragraphs. You feel controlled by the author and imprisoned. You can't get away. There are no punctuations to allow you to get away. So slowly you start feeling insane... Quite an experience.
As a class we all felt so angry by the book. It has so much power over us. Quite an experience.
If you ever get a chance and you haven't read the book, at the very least I suggest that you take a look inside it and see what I mean. Just read a page or two... You won't forget the experience.
And he can't seem to put the book down. It intrigued me that he is enjoying it so much and then I found out he is a Balzac fan.While in college I had a professor who was obssessed with Balzac. Her life's goal was to read all of Balzac's work before she leaves this world. Now that I look back she looked to be about in her 50's and to my 20 year old mind she seemed so ancient and I remember internally wishing her well and wishing that she indeed gets to have her dream fulfilled... Anyhow, I digress...
I found from him that he likes Balzac cuz Balzac mixes fiction with Journalism. So I'm now asking him what he thinks of Gabriel Garcia Marquez. And this reminds me of when I had to read the "Autumn of the Patriarch" in college for my Masters Degree. OH MY GOD. I thought I'd go insane. The book barely has any
punctuations or any paragraphs. You feel controlled by the author and imprisoned. You can't get away. There are no punctuations to allow you to get away. So slowly you start feeling insane... Quite an experience.As a class we all felt so angry by the book. It has so much power over us. Quite an experience.
If you ever get a chance and you haven't read the book, at the very least I suggest that you take a look inside it and see what I mean. Just read a page or two... You won't forget the experience.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
End of Innocence
My little baby - maybe not so little - lost his Pokemon cards at camp. This, after all the warnings his dad and I gave him. A few weeks ago I had argued with him until I was blue in the face on how he should not take his cards to camp. But he wouldn't (or maybe couldn't) believe that people would take his cards. And it happened. He lost about 200 of his best cards in camp. Vanished, gone, poof!
When he came home he was inconsolable. He cried and cried. He'd calm down and cry again. Lamenting that he had lost his best cards. He cried at dinner, he cried in the shower, he cried at bed time. He'd ask "why"? Why would they take it? Why didn't I listen to you? Why did you let me take them to camp?
And it broke my heart over and over. Every tear broke my heart. My baby now knows there are those who are jaleous, there are those who'll steal, in this young life of his he now already has regrets.
As a mother I wish I could protect him. I wish I could delay dissapointment and mistrust. I'm so very sad for him and I'm reminded that he is on his way towards adulthood. However, I wish that he preserves as much innocence as possible before those adult years really come to greet him.
When he came home he was inconsolable. He cried and cried. He'd calm down and cry again. Lamenting that he had lost his best cards. He cried at dinner, he cried in the shower, he cried at bed time. He'd ask "why"? Why would they take it? Why didn't I listen to you? Why did you let me take them to camp?
And it broke my heart over and over. Every tear broke my heart. My baby now knows there are those who are jaleous, there are those who'll steal, in this young life of his he now already has regrets.
As a mother I wish I could protect him. I wish I could delay dissapointment and mistrust. I'm so very sad for him and I'm reminded that he is on his way towards adulthood. However, I wish that he preserves as much innocence as possible before those adult years really come to greet him.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
It is Such a Beautiful Day
It's July, It's Washington DC area and the weather is SO beautiful. I want to stay out all day!
Friday, June 27, 2008
New Word!
I love it....
Wikidemia
An academic work passed off as scholarly yet researched entirely on Wikipedia."An A on my English paper? That's a fine piece of Wikidemia!'
Go Wiki!!!!
Wikidemia
An academic work passed off as scholarly yet researched entirely on Wikipedia."An A on my English paper? That's a fine piece of Wikidemia!'
Go Wiki!!!!
This is Just to Say...
Have you heard of "This is just to say" poems? They are becoming increasingly popular on the Web. It all started with Williams Carlos Williams who wrote the following:
This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
Copyright © 1962 by William Carlos Williams.
So the poems begs the question. Is the author really sorry? Here are few others I found. I want to write one of my own. Please if you find any post them here for me.
http://onethingiknow.net/2008/04/30/this-is-just-to-say/
This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
Copyright © 1962 by William Carlos Williams.
So the poems begs the question. Is the author really sorry? Here are few others I found. I want to write one of my own. Please if you find any post them here for me.
http://onethingiknow.net/2008/04/30/this-is-just-to-say/
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