I sat down to type up a detailed narrative of my fantastic weekend, but realized that I didn't really feel like writing a novel tonight (even a really damn awesome novel). So, if you'd like to learn more about my lovely weekend, ask me about the following ( Read more... )

- Yesterday the power was out in our neighborhood for most of the day. Forewarned by Alert DC, I went to Butters’ for the evening. We made banana bread and played with her puppy and hung out. I think I officially made a new friend ( Read more... )

I spent this past weekend in Virginia Beach with my dad's side of the family. This amounted to all sorts of crazy fun for two reasons ( Read more... )

I have three blisters on my hands. They are from kayaking, rock climbing, and shoveling sand out of a big hole (other families build sand castles - mine builds sand pits about 6 or 7 feet deep).

I am having suchhhh a good time!

The first time I remember seeing the ocean I was either 7 or 10; I don't remember what year it was, just that it was a family reunion on my dad's side. We'd arrived at the house we'd rented in Duck or Kitty Hawk or the Outer Banks in the evening, after a long, hot, stressful drive through traffic. I'd been reunited with my cousin Michaela, and we ( Read more... )

Tonight, we were discussing politics - specifically, presidential politics - specifically, Hillary Clinton. My Aunt Liz mentioned my 12-year-old cousin Paige didn't like Clinton at all.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because she wants to be the first female president."

My dad called me today in the middle of my 9:55 class. I was annoyed, because I never turn the sound off (who calls in the morning anyway? you're either asleep or in class), and figured he just wanted to double check my flight details - tonight I'm flying into Boston to hang out with Cat and then tomorrow morning the 'rents are picking me up and ( Read more... )

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The "non-juggling" winner of a Juggling Video contest Fatboy Slim had for this song. (story!I love hula-hooping. I suck about as much as your average kid, but I love it. When I was packing to move into the Bungalow - my first real place - my dad picked out half of the hula hoops we've got in the garage and slid them into the side of the car ( Read more... )

My dad just posted his photos from when he and my mom and brother were in Kyoto. It's really interesting because he took pictures of things that I'd never think to photograph, things I see pretty much everyday here and so don't find too strange: super-detailed plastic food displays in front of restaurants (so you can figure out what they serve and ( Read more... )

My grandfather finally died, noonish east coast time on Wednesday. My parents said he went peacefully.

There's not to much to say that I didn't already; he was a wonderful man, but it was his time to go. Time to end his suffering and that of the people who loved him. If I've got the chance, I'll probably head back to Otsu, burn some incense on the ( Read more... )