my mommy loves me

i know my mommy loves me. she shows me in lots of ways. like making me food when i go home, buying me clothes so i look like a grown woman instead of a teenager, buying my make up to make me look presentable and not a slob, and trying to marry me off to a nice korean boy. sometimes i wish she'd stop showing and just say "i love you".

a little background: my mom has tried to set me up with nice korean boys for years. after i moved to ny, it stopped (mostly because i lived in new york and she didn't know anyone in new york) and it was awesome. but recently she's really made an effort to get me dating so i can get married already. and pop out those grandbabies. turns out she's been passing out my number and email to anyone who knows anyone with an available boy. no screening process. just 1.) korean 2.) single 3.) older than me. which makes me feel oh so confident in her choice of boys.

speaking of choice of boys, my mom has made it clear over the years that there is a ranking system of who is an acceptable son-in-law. 1.) korean 2.) american 3.) chinese that's pretty much where the ranking ends and the nos start. my dad has added no japanese and no koreans straight from korea (he says there are cultural differences that would make things difficult on me). my mom has expanded on the no list to include: jews and muslims (bc they shouldn't marry outside their religion), blacks, or indians. i'm sure more would be added to the no list if she were asked. i've never asked about native americans. but black muslims got a very firm no. when i asked about mexicans she said that they were ok as long as everything else was in order (they're smart, have a good job, etc).

stay tuned! you'll get to read about the different boys i've been subjected to. horray!

postop?

attention world! (aka the three people who read this thing)

I'm moving! to the third floor! i anticipate it to be the easiest move ever. no going out side, no renting a van, no getting boxes... but i also anticipate a slow migration of stuff. like stuff going up in stages. take a box up, dump stuff out, take box down, fill, repeat.

today a guy actually responded to the craigslist ad for the room. not mine. crazy's room. but maybe he'll want my room instead. my room is much better. anyways. i describe him to people at the german postdoc. that seems pretty descriptive to me. but when i told my coworker, the word postdoc was a mystery to him. "wait. what? post OP? like a tranny?" ..........no.

iphone

sometimes when i get an email from someone and it says "sent from my iPhone" on the bottom, i want to reply back and end it with "sent from my laptop". just to see what would happen.

visitors!

my parents came to visit last weekend. this is huge. i've lived in new york for two years now and this is the first time they've visited me. here are some highlights:
- on saturday we went to the american natural history museum. we pretty much walked around all day on little sleep since they were a bit jetlagged. my mom sorta took a mini nap when we had a coffee break.
-my dad had a dream friday night and when he woke up he said that he needed to buy some lotto tickets. we bought one each. then that night he prayed to God that we'd loose.
- parents in town means good food at restaurants :) on saturday night we met up with distant relatives to a korean restaurant. i got really excited to see the table filling with banchan and appetizers. and on sunday for lunch we went to a japanese place owned by my aunt's friend. they didn't give us menus. the food just came. it was awesomeeeeeeeeeeeeee! a HUGE platter of assorted sushi, pork salad, mochi, and more. it was an almost 3 hr lunch. i don't know the last time i ate so much!
- we walked around 10 miles each day wandering the city. including walking across the brooklyn bridge and then realizing that i don't actually know where the subway stop to get back is.
- my dad fixed my door. now it actually stays shut when i close it. but now i have to turn the knob to open the door.

i like having visitors. it makes me fall in love with the city again. i get to go on adventures through the city, find random statues and make up stories about why they were commissioned, and re-experience all the little things that make up manhattan that i usually rush through.

picky eaters..

i am an equal opportunity eater. if it's food, i'll probably try it. it bugs me when i find out that someone is a picky eater or refuses to eat something because it's out of their comfort zone. even in a hypothetical situation.

my roommate is the whitest boy i know. he's from wyoming and went to michigan state. which means he grew up eating square middle state food like meat and potatoes. he finds the idea of sushi repulsive (fish just wasn't something he grew up with. and in sushi the fish is GASP!! raw!), he doesn't like beans, doesn't really eat vegetables or fruits.. let alone a mango. i've stopped offering him food because the answer is always no. his eating habits are both weird to me and a bit fascinating.

the other day, i met another guy whose food habits surprised me. he lives in sunset park section of brooklyn and i asked him if he likes the variety of authentic ethnic foods that sunset park is known for. i referenced mexican food (i love mexican food) and he told me that he doesn't like to eat non-asian food. i took that comment as an insult to mexican food and fired back that i don't like chinese food. there was an awkward pause. apparently i'm very good at creating awkward moment. yay me.

summertime!

today actually felt like summer. the sun was out, the air was warm, and not a cloud in sight. it was lovely. especially after the shitty summer we have been having. so today i decided to take a walk through central park when a guy walks past me and asks if i'm taking a hallucinogen or some other drug. i didn't know how to respond to that so i just gave him a weird look and kept walking. then as he's walking away, he says "you must be on a hallucinogen because why else wouldn't you find me attractive?". um. maybe because you asked me if i'm high? just throwing that out there. you know, as a possible reason.

father's day

today was fathers day so i gave him a call. but he said he couldn't talk long. he was in the middle of a golf tournament.