Going through my undergraduate work, there was a restaurant near the dorms, called Oriental Kitchen. It was a Korean barbeque take out place. You got a lot of food for the price you paid. Every Monday night before our study groups, my friends and I would walk to OK, and get dinner ( Read more... )

I’ve had this eerie feeling for a while now, that things are coming to an end ( Read more... )

Your mother needs you. You’ve long since moved out of the house. You’ve outgrown every sweater she has given to you as a present. Yet somehow, you are still her baby. She needs you to be excited for the newly remodeled kitchen. She needs your time ( Read more... )

Just before new years eve I got together with my college friends, people who studied physics with me, as we helped each other through statistical mechanics. Of my college friends, I am the only one who is still single. The rest are all married. They are all great guys and gals, and I love them but I can’t help but feel out of place. They always ( Read more... )

This probably won’t make much, if any sense. I've been thinking a lot more about this stuff than I could ever write, and chances are, this is more than a little scattered ( Read more... )

There are different status symbols that people look to and gauge your status. The type of car your drive, your house, the clothes you wear. In Los Angeles, people can figure out how important you are after hearing your area code. None of these indicators are accurate however, and fail to give an adequate description of the measure of worth of an ( Read more... )

Quick side note: I have a hard time referring to what I do every day as “work.” I can still hear the words from my father telling my brother and I “that’s why they call it work,” every time we had to do something unpleasant. The idea of me being mature enough to have a career is laughable. No hobby pays this well, so I have no real choice but to ( Read more... )

This letter is written for you, even though you will never see it ( Read more... )

Back in the day, I had one of those… what do you call ‘ems… oh yeah, a girlfriend. It was good times, and by that I mean, she let me see her naked ( Read more... )

When I look back on it, I still don’t know where I went wrong. Rampant speculation leads me to believe that had I stayed in college, none of this would have happened. Sadly, it was not to be, and I am left with the harsh reality that I am getting older ( Read more... )