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i went to see Ashes and Snow today. the exhibit closes tomorrow. i stood in line for i think over an hour and a half. and that's just the ticket-buyers line. there was another line of ticket-holders that also snaked about 2 streets down the opposite way. from an aerial view, the entrance probably looked like a big alien's head with two really long antennae.
a couple of times i felt lightheaded like i'm about to faint. it was really hot too, standing under the 2:24pm sun. a few times i wanted to walk 2 blocks down to the corner hot dog stand to get a bottle of water, but i didn't want to leave my spot for fear that when i come back, my spot would've went past the gate. so i roughed it out, trying to find shade whenever possible. being in the sun for this amount of time, upside to this is that i think i won't look so pasty white now.
finally inside, i went through the photographs pretty quickly. some really held my attention, while others, though pretty and graceful, were okay. i don't know what my favorite photo was. i thought i did while i was there, but now can't remember. at the end of the long indoor boardwalk (the nomadic museum was made of shipping crates and recyclable materials), they showed a film on a huge projector. basically the moving pictures from which the still ones were captured. now that was pretty amazing.
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there were a lot of cyclers and rollerbladers and joggers going by when i was standing in line. it just made me want to get a bike more now. cc is offering to take me to his bike team's sponsoring shop where he can get a discount. i was looking at all the passing bikes today to see what brands they were. cc mentioned some brands that he was suggesting i could get, but he's a bike snob who competes in races, and i'm not sure i need to shell out such amount of dough if i'm going to ride only occasionally. i should've called him to check out the exhibit with me today. but, i didn't. at least i should've returned his call when he phoned the other day. does phone-phobia exists? apparently.
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ame's Match account is expiring in a couple of days. i took over her acct around may 20th. been a little over 2 weeks and i'm not sure if i will reactivate or not. this morning, i decided to reply to E. he'd written me twice. i wasn't going to respond, because i'd gotten into my habit of thinking too much, but then i'd allowed this voice inside me which i've stifled for a long time now to speak a little louder. it told me, "Live. Have some fun already, damnit." i'm still a little hesitant about him (that hair on the 3rd pic and the fact that he withheld certain info on his profile (although he volunteered the info in his emails)). so then the Voice says,
"maybe it's just a bad picture. you certainly have tons of those yourself, you know."
"i like him the most out of the 53 winks and emails you've gotten so far."
"you can learn architecture stuff from him."
"i can picture you going with him to see shen wei."
"he's 6'2 and kind of good looking...ok, except the hair. but we shouldn't be that shallow."
"you need to start going out and meet people. cuz you're really fucking boring the shit out of me."
i think i've gone schitzo. okay, so i wrote him this morning prior to heading out to Ashes and Snow. when i came home, there was a reply from him.
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in other news, had dinner with dad on tuesday. he got his new used car. it looks great for a 1991 model. it was andrew's sister's old car. dad bought it for $350, which was quite a steal. in its condition, it could've gone for at least $800-1000. i gave dad $500. he refused to accept it but i refused to take it back. we went to dinner- had steamed carp, and baby bok choy with minced garlic. i told him about the book i'm reading, The 48 Laws of Power. and about an excerpt that mentioned the Chinese general, Chuko Liang, from China's War of the Three Kingdoms. how he duped his enemies and the tricks he used. dad knew the stories well, so i asked him to recount the tales of these generals - i love listening to these stories. i felt like a giddy child staring wide-eyed during story time. i think dinner was at least 2 hours.
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and now, about mom. yesterday, we went to the traveling agency to book tickets for her houston trip. she hasn't seen her good long-time friend (the fat one) in decades, and wants to visit her. they've talked about it several times. i decided to get mom plane tickets as a birthday present. so all was set and tickets were bought. lo and behold, last night when mom talked to her friend, apparently said friend made fun of the fact that she doesn't even know how to read the flight info and had to ask me to get on the phone to speak to her in mom's stead. she said mom is "outdated" and been here so long but hasn't learned how to drive or speak fluent english, etc etc. mom was really ticked off, offended, and hurt after the phone conversation, and decides she no longer wants to go to texas. great, how much is the travel agency going to charge for cancelled tickets now? sigh.
we're thinking maybe they'd let us trade in those tickets for portland ones. we did ask the nice travel agent lady about possible portland flights. speaking of portland, mimi emailed me pics of the bridesmaid dress, worn on one of the other bridesmaids. she said mine came out too big and i'd definitely need to alter it. i hope i'm comfortably wearing contacts by september.
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yesterday got a voicemail from suzy. ame gave her my number before she left on her China trip (for work). lately suzy has some bartending gigs at some bar on Lafayette st, and called to ask me to come down. i'd left the cellphone at home, so when i heard the message, i was like, urrgh don't want to trek out to manhattan again. i hate living an hour away. it actually wouldn't even be that bad if only the weekend/late night trains are reliable and predictable, and if my neighborhood is bustling with crowds and activity even at 2am like the east village. or, if i had a personal chauffeur to drive me everywhere.
a couple of times i felt lightheaded like i'm about to faint. it was really hot too, standing under the 2:24pm sun. a few times i wanted to walk 2 blocks down to the corner hot dog stand to get a bottle of water, but i didn't want to leave my spot for fear that when i come back, my spot would've went past the gate. so i roughed it out, trying to find shade whenever possible. being in the sun for this amount of time, upside to this is that i think i won't look so pasty white now.
finally inside, i went through the photographs pretty quickly. some really held my attention, while others, though pretty and graceful, were okay. i don't know what my favorite photo was. i thought i did while i was there, but now can't remember. at the end of the long indoor boardwalk (the nomadic museum was made of shipping crates and recyclable materials), they showed a film on a huge projector. basically the moving pictures from which the still ones were captured. now that was pretty amazing.
*****
there were a lot of cyclers and rollerbladers and joggers going by when i was standing in line. it just made me want to get a bike more now. cc is offering to take me to his bike team's sponsoring shop where he can get a discount. i was looking at all the passing bikes today to see what brands they were. cc mentioned some brands that he was suggesting i could get, but he's a bike snob who competes in races, and i'm not sure i need to shell out such amount of dough if i'm going to ride only occasionally. i should've called him to check out the exhibit with me today. but, i didn't. at least i should've returned his call when he phoned the other day. does phone-phobia exists? apparently.
*****
ame's Match account is expiring in a couple of days. i took over her acct around may 20th. been a little over 2 weeks and i'm not sure if i will reactivate or not. this morning, i decided to reply to E. he'd written me twice. i wasn't going to respond, because i'd gotten into my habit of thinking too much, but then i'd allowed this voice inside me which i've stifled for a long time now to speak a little louder. it told me, "Live. Have some fun already, damnit." i'm still a little hesitant about him (that hair on the 3rd pic and the fact that he withheld certain info on his profile (although he volunteered the info in his emails)). so then the Voice says,
"maybe it's just a bad picture. you certainly have tons of those yourself, you know."
"i like him the most out of the 53 winks and emails you've gotten so far."
"you can learn architecture stuff from him."
"i can picture you going with him to see shen wei."
"he's 6'2 and kind of good looking...ok, except the hair. but we shouldn't be that shallow."
"you need to start going out and meet people. cuz you're really fucking boring the shit out of me."
i think i've gone schitzo. okay, so i wrote him this morning prior to heading out to Ashes and Snow. when i came home, there was a reply from him.
*****
in other news, had dinner with dad on tuesday. he got his new used car. it looks great for a 1991 model. it was andrew's sister's old car. dad bought it for $350, which was quite a steal. in its condition, it could've gone for at least $800-1000. i gave dad $500. he refused to accept it but i refused to take it back. we went to dinner- had steamed carp, and baby bok choy with minced garlic. i told him about the book i'm reading, The 48 Laws of Power. and about an excerpt that mentioned the Chinese general, Chuko Liang, from China's War of the Three Kingdoms. how he duped his enemies and the tricks he used. dad knew the stories well, so i asked him to recount the tales of these generals - i love listening to these stories. i felt like a giddy child staring wide-eyed during story time. i think dinner was at least 2 hours.
*****
and now, about mom. yesterday, we went to the traveling agency to book tickets for her houston trip. she hasn't seen her good long-time friend (the fat one) in decades, and wants to visit her. they've talked about it several times. i decided to get mom plane tickets as a birthday present. so all was set and tickets were bought. lo and behold, last night when mom talked to her friend, apparently said friend made fun of the fact that she doesn't even know how to read the flight info and had to ask me to get on the phone to speak to her in mom's stead. she said mom is "outdated" and been here so long but hasn't learned how to drive or speak fluent english, etc etc. mom was really ticked off, offended, and hurt after the phone conversation, and decides she no longer wants to go to texas. great, how much is the travel agency going to charge for cancelled tickets now? sigh.
we're thinking maybe they'd let us trade in those tickets for portland ones. we did ask the nice travel agent lady about possible portland flights. speaking of portland, mimi emailed me pics of the bridesmaid dress, worn on one of the other bridesmaids. she said mine came out too big and i'd definitely need to alter it. i hope i'm comfortably wearing contacts by september.
*****
yesterday got a voicemail from suzy. ame gave her my number before she left on her China trip (for work). lately suzy has some bartending gigs at some bar on Lafayette st, and called to ask me to come down. i'd left the cellphone at home, so when i heard the message, i was like, urrgh don't want to trek out to manhattan again. i hate living an hour away. it actually wouldn't even be that bad if only the weekend/late night trains are reliable and predictable, and if my neighborhood is bustling with crowds and activity even at 2am like the east village. or, if i had a personal chauffeur to drive me everywhere.