Great Author and Provocateur
I saw a link in the The Morning News this morning about this new book by Nicholson Baker about two men who talk at length about assasinating GW. This book, Checkpoint, is apparently something else. The CS Monitor describes it as making Michael Moore's F9/11 look tame in comparison.
I was actually planning on doing an entry on Nicholson Baker beforehand, because I had read a book of his over vacation with which I fell head over heels in love. His book, The Everlasting Story of Nory, about a nine year old girl who moves with her family from California to England is one of the most winning books I've come across in a long time. Nory is a curious, imaginative, well-intentioned heroine that is far from precious and I loved that a middle-aged dude had written the book (I promise, it's not pervy either). Anyway, I checked out Vox from the library (the article cited that Clinton got into trouble because Monica had given him a copy--apparently, it's "erotic"), but I'll be sure to look at Checkpoint as well.
In the meantime, run, don't walk, to get a copy of his Nory book.
Friday, July 30, 2004
Thursday, July 29, 2004
Sunshine of my cube space
There's a woman named Donna in our office who has an assistance dog named Petra. Petra is a sweet, doe-eyed yellow lab who is a cupcake of a sweetie, tail always wagging. As soon as Petra is "off-duty" (or out of her harness) she's free to wander around as she pleases and has quickly become the office dog. People will come in and find Petra's toys nestled in various parts of their offices. Last year she was always toting around a blue turtle, but now she seems to favor a squeaky plush pumpkin. Because there is reconstruction in other parts of the office, Donna has been relocated into the cube next to mine, so that means that I get to hang out with Petra all the time. I can't even tell you how awesome it is to have a big yellow lab poke in to say hello throughout the day or to step over a big snoring lump on the floor. As soon as you open the door to come in, Petra busts out to meet you, pumpkin in mouth--it is good for the soul. I need to take a picture soon so I can share.
There's a woman named Donna in our office who has an assistance dog named Petra. Petra is a sweet, doe-eyed yellow lab who is a cupcake of a sweetie, tail always wagging. As soon as Petra is "off-duty" (or out of her harness) she's free to wander around as she pleases and has quickly become the office dog. People will come in and find Petra's toys nestled in various parts of their offices. Last year she was always toting around a blue turtle, but now she seems to favor a squeaky plush pumpkin. Because there is reconstruction in other parts of the office, Donna has been relocated into the cube next to mine, so that means that I get to hang out with Petra all the time. I can't even tell you how awesome it is to have a big yellow lab poke in to say hello throughout the day or to step over a big snoring lump on the floor. As soon as you open the door to come in, Petra busts out to meet you, pumpkin in mouth--it is good for the soul. I need to take a picture soon so I can share.
Kara-OK
Last night for Annie's birthday we hit the lovely Rock It Grill in Oldtown. We planted ourselves at one of their sticky tables and hung in there for the night, in wait for the karaoke kings and queens. Please note: the bar is set high during the week nights at the Rock It. Of course there were a few dudes who came in a big group, and hit the stage to caterwaul "You've Lost that Loving Feeling," and fancied themselves charming. No. The real stars of the night are the people who take their karaoke SERIOUS (pronounced: "srrrrss").
There was one guy, one of our favorites, who had a great baritone voice and sang the hell out of country songs. He was big and black and Annie dubbed him "Toby Keith." Throughout the night we would ask eachother: "Where's Toby Keith?" because we liked him so much, and then we would spot him, and all would be well.
Another dude called himself "Mandingo" (yeah, I don't know) and he killed on "Georgia on My Mind." Dude sounded exactly like Ray Charles. Awesome.
The third guy (there was a LOT of men who went up on stage for some reason) had come by himself and was this well-coiffed young guy. He clutched the mike stand and sang like his life was ending--he started with Lisa Loeb's "Stay," and didn't even watch the teleprompter. He even talked up the crowd, it was awesome.
The best thing about all of these guys and others like them was that as SOON as they were done with their number, they would make a beeline for the playlist and sign themselves up for another one. Annie quipped that they should just sing while standing at the playlist to make it more efficient.
I am not the type to sing karaoke, but I love that people do--there's something vulnerable about the weeknight crowd at least. They put a part of themselves out there and I respect that. The good thing about the Rock It crowd, as well, although most look like they stepped in from the Blue Collar Comedy Tour, is that they're universally supportive, if not appreciative of everyone's efforts. Just note, if you're going up there, avoid the Righteous Brothers, because I'll be the one booing you.
Last night for Annie's birthday we hit the lovely Rock It Grill in Oldtown. We planted ourselves at one of their sticky tables and hung in there for the night, in wait for the karaoke kings and queens. Please note: the bar is set high during the week nights at the Rock It. Of course there were a few dudes who came in a big group, and hit the stage to caterwaul "You've Lost that Loving Feeling," and fancied themselves charming. No. The real stars of the night are the people who take their karaoke SERIOUS (pronounced: "srrrrss").
There was one guy, one of our favorites, who had a great baritone voice and sang the hell out of country songs. He was big and black and Annie dubbed him "Toby Keith." Throughout the night we would ask eachother: "Where's Toby Keith?" because we liked him so much, and then we would spot him, and all would be well.
Another dude called himself "Mandingo" (yeah, I don't know) and he killed on "Georgia on My Mind." Dude sounded exactly like Ray Charles. Awesome.
The third guy (there was a LOT of men who went up on stage for some reason) had come by himself and was this well-coiffed young guy. He clutched the mike stand and sang like his life was ending--he started with Lisa Loeb's "Stay," and didn't even watch the teleprompter. He even talked up the crowd, it was awesome.
The best thing about all of these guys and others like them was that as SOON as they were done with their number, they would make a beeline for the playlist and sign themselves up for another one. Annie quipped that they should just sing while standing at the playlist to make it more efficient.
I am not the type to sing karaoke, but I love that people do--there's something vulnerable about the weeknight crowd at least. They put a part of themselves out there and I respect that. The good thing about the Rock It crowd, as well, although most look like they stepped in from the Blue Collar Comedy Tour, is that they're universally supportive, if not appreciative of everyone's efforts. Just note, if you're going up there, avoid the Righteous Brothers, because I'll be the one booing you.
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Are You Kidding Me?
Target is selling a Kaballah red string for $26. That looks like an easily home-made dealie. That just got me thinking: everyone I know is getting Kaballah red string for their future holiday gifts. (via lotsofco)
Target is selling a Kaballah red string for $26. That looks like an easily home-made dealie. That just got me thinking: everyone I know is getting Kaballah red string for their future holiday gifts. (via lotsofco)
Live from Boston
Oh man, Salon's featuring Neal Pollack's blogging from the Dem Convention. Hi-larious.
Here's a sample that tickled me:
July 27
Hello, Mr. and Mrs. America, and All the Ships at Sea!Some impressions from the press room: Janeane Garofalo is shorter than I expected, but also taller, and she drinks orange juice. NPR reporters spend a lot of time looking very seriously at their computer screens, typing, typing. Those are all the celebrities I saw. People, please stop criticizing my convention coverage. I'm doing the best I can, given my inexperience, lack of sources, and complete misunderstanding of how the political process works. After security removed me from the hall, I got invited to a party thrown by the Oklahoma delegation, but they disinvited me just because I happened to mention that I think political conventions are "a great place to score some cooze." Meanwhile, why isn't Michael Moore getting more attention?
(Warning: You may need a subscription to Salon to read it, but maybe not.)
Oh man, Salon's featuring Neal Pollack's blogging from the Dem Convention. Hi-larious.
Here's a sample that tickled me:
July 27
Hello, Mr. and Mrs. America, and All the Ships at Sea!Some impressions from the press room: Janeane Garofalo is shorter than I expected, but also taller, and she drinks orange juice. NPR reporters spend a lot of time looking very seriously at their computer screens, typing, typing. Those are all the celebrities I saw. People, please stop criticizing my convention coverage. I'm doing the best I can, given my inexperience, lack of sources, and complete misunderstanding of how the political process works. After security removed me from the hall, I got invited to a party thrown by the Oklahoma delegation, but they disinvited me just because I happened to mention that I think political conventions are "a great place to score some cooze." Meanwhile, why isn't Michael Moore getting more attention?
(Warning: You may need a subscription to Salon to read it, but maybe not.)
Tired Today
I woke up this morning muddled and sleepy and wanting to head back into deep slumber, but I tried to shake it off and shambled into work. I look like I just woke up: my outfit sucks, my hair looks unbrushed, I didn't have time to put on anything on my face besides lotion, and I'm carting around these bags under my puffy eyes. MMM, lovely, right? Seriously, I can't even tell you how much my outfit sucks. I'm wearing this dress from the Gap Outlet that looks like it's circa 1993, and a white button down shirt that shrunk in length along the way so it looks like a matador's jacket. Jesus.
I woke up this morning muddled and sleepy and wanting to head back into deep slumber, but I tried to shake it off and shambled into work. I look like I just woke up: my outfit sucks, my hair looks unbrushed, I didn't have time to put on anything on my face besides lotion, and I'm carting around these bags under my puffy eyes. MMM, lovely, right? Seriously, I can't even tell you how much my outfit sucks. I'm wearing this dress from the Gap Outlet that looks like it's circa 1993, and a white button down shirt that shrunk in length along the way so it looks like a matador's jacket. Jesus.
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Now this I can respect
Republicans and Democrats snipe at eachother by releasing goofy pictures taken of the candidates. Hot.
Republicans and Democrats snipe at eachother by releasing goofy pictures taken of the candidates. Hot.
Derrieres in Motion
Jonathan was cracking me up this morning. I sent him the link to the photos from the wedding, and about this photo, I got the following email:
From : Jonathan
Sent : Tuesday, July 27, 2004 4:07 PM
To : Kristin
Subject : Re: Photos from the wedding
I took a look at the photos through your blog. Very cool. For
some reason, in the photo of you and I, my face looks very
shiny. I guess I was sweating. Also, in the photo of Clarence
and I, my ass looks unusually big. For the record, I DO NOT
have a big ass.
I wrote back:
J, your email about not having a big ass cracked me up. I need to check out that picture again of you and Clarence, but I totally didn't notice any big asses!
And in turn, received:
From : Jonathan
Sent : Tuesday, July 27, 2004 4:38 PM
To : Kristin
Subject : Re: Photos from the wedding
Thanks for being so nice, but the photo makes it appear my
ass could knock over small children.
I don't think that I need to report that Jonathan does not have a big ass in the least. He is quite a slender man, and there are no child-bearing hips or big asses attached to him.
Jonathan was cracking me up this morning. I sent him the link to the photos from the wedding, and about this photo, I got the following email:
From : Jonathan
Sent : Tuesday, July 27, 2004 4:07 PM
To : Kristin
Subject : Re: Photos from the wedding
I took a look at the photos through your blog. Very cool. For
some reason, in the photo of you and I, my face looks very
shiny. I guess I was sweating. Also, in the photo of Clarence
and I, my ass looks unusually big. For the record, I DO NOT
have a big ass.
I wrote back:
J, your email about not having a big ass cracked me up. I need to check out that picture again of you and Clarence, but I totally didn't notice any big asses!
And in turn, received:
From : Jonathan
Sent : Tuesday, July 27, 2004 4:38 PM
To : Kristin
Subject : Re: Photos from the wedding
Thanks for being so nice, but the photo makes it appear my
ass could knock over small children.
I don't think that I need to report that Jonathan does not have a big ass in the least. He is quite a slender man, and there are no child-bearing hips or big asses attached to him.
You do your thing
Anne wrote in her blog today about an interesting NPR piece and mentioned this Montgomery Gentry video that we saw on CMT this weekend (we lay there for a couple of hours on Friday afternoon taking in country music videos--it was awesome) that was PRICELESS. You must try to catch this video if you can (same title as this post, I believe): it involves strapping a deer to a truck and driving through the city, smirking at the cityfolk, crosses, flags, and taking baseball bats to drug dealers. Awesome stuff. We were dying.
Anne wrote in her blog today about an interesting NPR piece and mentioned this Montgomery Gentry video that we saw on CMT this weekend (we lay there for a couple of hours on Friday afternoon taking in country music videos--it was awesome) that was PRICELESS. You must try to catch this video if you can (same title as this post, I believe): it involves strapping a deer to a truck and driving through the city, smirking at the cityfolk, crosses, flags, and taking baseball bats to drug dealers. Awesome stuff. We were dying.
Photos are up!
Photos from the Sullivan/Martin wedding are up online! I've separated it into two albums--photos from Friday (rehearsal and after) and then photos from the day and night of the ceremony and the reception. Although I was obnoxious about taking photos, I'm glad to have them--these past few years have passed without me taking enough pictures to remember them and I feel regret over that.
I took more group shots than a sorority formal, y'all.
Here's a shot after the wedding of the Ladies, and then here are the Ladies with the Bride at the Alumni House.
Here is the F.O.G. Reunion shot (this is one of many).
Anne, Christie and myself at dinner (which was cut woefully short for me), which is a frame-worthy one, as is this one of Christie and me.
I love this dancing shot. Yes, I believe that Anne's beloved "Pour Some Sugar on Me" was playing. I also like this shot of Clarence and Jonathan shaking it like a Polaroid picture.
And then there were a slew of shots taken at Paul's, before AND after I spilled cheap beer all over Jenny (sorry, Jenny). Among the many: Anne and Stefan; the lervly bridesmaids; Grace and Zack harkening back to those Scott stories; James, Nathalie, and Jenny; Bryan, Anne, and Jean-Paul; and finally, I love this one of Des, James, and Grace at the end of the night.
Good times, good times.
Photos from the Sullivan/Martin wedding are up online! I've separated it into two albums--photos from Friday (rehearsal and after) and then photos from the day and night of the ceremony and the reception. Although I was obnoxious about taking photos, I'm glad to have them--these past few years have passed without me taking enough pictures to remember them and I feel regret over that.
I took more group shots than a sorority formal, y'all.
Here's a shot after the wedding of the Ladies, and then here are the Ladies with the Bride at the Alumni House.
Here is the F.O.G. Reunion shot (this is one of many).
Anne, Christie and myself at dinner (which was cut woefully short for me), which is a frame-worthy one, as is this one of Christie and me.
I love this dancing shot. Yes, I believe that Anne's beloved "Pour Some Sugar on Me" was playing. I also like this shot of Clarence and Jonathan shaking it like a Polaroid picture.
And then there were a slew of shots taken at Paul's, before AND after I spilled cheap beer all over Jenny (sorry, Jenny). Among the many: Anne and Stefan; the lervly bridesmaids; Grace and Zack harkening back to those Scott stories; James, Nathalie, and Jenny; Bryan, Anne, and Jean-Paul; and finally, I love this one of Des, James, and Grace at the end of the night.
Good times, good times.
Monday, July 26, 2004
Another visit to the doctor
Another $100 spent
Another shot taken
Another appointment made
Another piece of my soul being crushed.
Okay, that's a bit excessive, but I always loathe going to the doctor. I'm always creeped out by the people in the waiting room of this particular doctor's office as well. Today, I was eyeballed by a middle-aged dude wearing cut off jean shorts (red flag #1) and black socks with velcro sandals (red flag #2).
Another $100 spent
Another shot taken
Another appointment made
Another piece of my soul being crushed.
Okay, that's a bit excessive, but I always loathe going to the doctor. I'm always creeped out by the people in the waiting room of this particular doctor's office as well. Today, I was eyeballed by a middle-aged dude wearing cut off jean shorts (red flag #1) and black socks with velcro sandals (red flag #2).
Happy Birthday, Daddi-o!
I still need to get you a present. My poor dad--freshman year I gave to him for Christmas the free William and Mary shirt distributed to all incoming freshman (some of you will remember which one I'm talking about). Klassy, I know. Dad loved it, though, and he wore it all the time. That is one fine father figure to one classless daughter.
I still need to get you a present. My poor dad--freshman year I gave to him for Christmas the free William and Mary shirt distributed to all incoming freshman (some of you will remember which one I'm talking about). Klassy, I know. Dad loved it, though, and he wore it all the time. That is one fine father figure to one classless daughter.
Sunday, July 25, 2004
Mrs. and Mrs.
Bryan and Des's wedding was a fantastic success! Desiree looked stunning in her gown and Bryan looked dapper in his tux, and it was a moving and intimate ceremony in the Wren Chapel. Embarassingly, I had never been inside it in all of my years at W&M, but I was glad to see it for this occasion. Anne and I got down to Williamsburg on Friday, and the festivities began with rehearsal and dinner and the cocktail hour at the Bed and Breakfast that was nearby.
What was particularly great about the wedding was that all of my favorite people from college gathered for it. Christie and Stefan came from Conneticut, Grace came from New York, Zack and Jenny from mid-move; it was also the first time that the entirety of the FOG gathered since...graduation? Jeebus. I took lots and lots of pictures and perpetrated my camera and flash on the night, so I'll post those tomorrow night when I'll be able to download them.
I am also happy to report that my poem recitation was not the superfastrecitation that I feared. I breathed in and out and tried to enunciate and read slowly. The one snafu was that my shoes were particularly loud on the way out and the clack-clack-clack was made worse when I decided to trot back to my pew seat to get the noise over with. If that was the worst of it, though, I don't have anything to complain about.
Bryan described the cake to me beforehand, btw, and I am happy to report that the carrot cake that I tried was awesome. So was the dancing (they played "Bizarre Love Triangle"!), and the crab dip, and the Hospitality House soaps that smelled like lilies, and the reception site on the patio of the alumni house.
Anne and I decided to prolong the weekend of fun, and stopped in Richmond on the way back to have lunch with Bill at the Baker's Crust. It was fabulous, as expected, but may I just say the the signage and roads into Richmond from 64 are completely whack. I was cursing up a bluestorm over the idiocy of it all.
Anyway, thanks to Des and Bry--now married--for the great weekend and I hope that they're enjoying their much-deserved honeymoon. I'm a bit sleepy right now, and could use an early night, but I'm a not a little sad that this event has passed. Now I just need to pressure some other friends to start looking into getting married so I can look forward to another great party.
Bryan and Des's wedding was a fantastic success! Desiree looked stunning in her gown and Bryan looked dapper in his tux, and it was a moving and intimate ceremony in the Wren Chapel. Embarassingly, I had never been inside it in all of my years at W&M, but I was glad to see it for this occasion. Anne and I got down to Williamsburg on Friday, and the festivities began with rehearsal and dinner and the cocktail hour at the Bed and Breakfast that was nearby.
What was particularly great about the wedding was that all of my favorite people from college gathered for it. Christie and Stefan came from Conneticut, Grace came from New York, Zack and Jenny from mid-move; it was also the first time that the entirety of the FOG gathered since...graduation? Jeebus. I took lots and lots of pictures and perpetrated my camera and flash on the night, so I'll post those tomorrow night when I'll be able to download them.
I am also happy to report that my poem recitation was not the superfastrecitation that I feared. I breathed in and out and tried to enunciate and read slowly. The one snafu was that my shoes were particularly loud on the way out and the clack-clack-clack was made worse when I decided to trot back to my pew seat to get the noise over with. If that was the worst of it, though, I don't have anything to complain about.
Bryan described the cake to me beforehand, btw, and I am happy to report that the carrot cake that I tried was awesome. So was the dancing (they played "Bizarre Love Triangle"!), and the crab dip, and the Hospitality House soaps that smelled like lilies, and the reception site on the patio of the alumni house.
Anne and I decided to prolong the weekend of fun, and stopped in Richmond on the way back to have lunch with Bill at the Baker's Crust. It was fabulous, as expected, but may I just say the the signage and roads into Richmond from 64 are completely whack. I was cursing up a bluestorm over the idiocy of it all.
Anyway, thanks to Des and Bry--now married--for the great weekend and I hope that they're enjoying their much-deserved honeymoon. I'm a bit sleepy right now, and could use an early night, but I'm a not a little sad that this event has passed. Now I just need to pressure some other friends to start looking into getting married so I can look forward to another great party.
Friday, July 23, 2004
I have a new favorite animal: The Wombat! I flipped past a show on Animal Planet last night where it featured a woman raising an orphan wombat, and I about stroked out.
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Williamsburg Wedding
This is the grand weekend of the wedding of Des and Bryan, the celebration that we've all been waiting for. I'm breathlessly looking forward to this because:
1.) Des is one of my closest and dearest friends, ever since those green days when we lived across the hall from eachother in Brown.
2.) Bryan has turned into one of my dearest friends.
3.) Together, they're great.
4.) Most of my friends from college will be there as well, so it will be a reunion of many sorts.
5.) I hear that the food and drink will be nothing sort of amazing at the reception.
6.) It's always fun to return to Williamsburg, and its various watering holes and eateries (because it is all about that).
Anne and I head down tomorrow to get started on the fun. I'm bringing my new digital camera to document everything, so expect links to photos when I get back!
This is the grand weekend of the wedding of Des and Bryan, the celebration that we've all been waiting for. I'm breathlessly looking forward to this because:
1.) Des is one of my closest and dearest friends, ever since those green days when we lived across the hall from eachother in Brown.
2.) Bryan has turned into one of my dearest friends.
3.) Together, they're great.
4.) Most of my friends from college will be there as well, so it will be a reunion of many sorts.
5.) I hear that the food and drink will be nothing sort of amazing at the reception.
6.) It's always fun to return to Williamsburg, and its various watering holes and eateries (because it is all about that).
Anne and I head down tomorrow to get started on the fun. I'm bringing my new digital camera to document everything, so expect links to photos when I get back!
Fat Cats
I feel like corpulent kitties have been popping up in my life lately--well, more than usual. James featured them on his website today, Bill emailed a digital picture of his roommate's roundish feline, and Robin sent me an email titled the same as this blog entry, asking me if I had seen "Anger Management" (I haven't yet, but I understand that there is an obese cat involved who wears outfits, so I'm in). This is all a good thing.
I feel like corpulent kitties have been popping up in my life lately--well, more than usual. James featured them on his website today, Bill emailed a digital picture of his roommate's roundish feline, and Robin sent me an email titled the same as this blog entry, asking me if I had seen "Anger Management" (I haven't yet, but I understand that there is an obese cat involved who wears outfits, so I'm in). This is all a good thing.
Fourth of July, 2004 (On the Yangtze)
On this day, we were boat-bound for the entire day. The way the cruise deals with this is by scheduling lots and lots of sessions which passengers can attend for their edification. My mom was a major joiner and went to every session, save for "Chinese 101" (although I told her that she should have attended and kicked the ass of everyone else there). The best part is that she forced Erik to attend all the sessions as well, from the session about fresh water pearls to the session on the Three Gorges. Erik was predictably sullen about being forced to go, and every time he dared to voice protest, my mom would bark at him: "Erik! Learn something!" I loved that.
One the shticks that Erik used on our trip was acting like he thought that we were in Japan. This slayed me every time. There was a map of China during the session on the Three Gorges Dam, and Erik talked about how he should have raised his hand and said: "I thought that Japan was an island?" At one point, my mom ordered Erik to write my dad an email (using the very undependable wireless Internet service). The email that he wrote is as follows:
From :
Erik
Sent :
Sunday, July 4, 2004 11:27 AM
To :
Dad
Subject :
you may not know me, but i'm your son
hello father dearest, i'm on this boat. and we're sailing down this river. and the boat's floor is prettywarped. but other than that, japan is really cool. we visited the yangzhe mountain (or something to that effect) THERE'S HBO IN OUR ROOMS! I SPENT THE BETTER PART OF LAST NIGHT WATCHING "DIVINE SECRETS OF THE YAYA SISTER HOOD." it was awesome. i cried a little in the end, feeling more in touch with my feminine side. how virginia? cicadas still comin? i hear it's the fourth of july. how's that goin for ya? seen those lakers? kristin got a pirated copy of fareighneasdkjfeight 9/11 if you want to see that. and we all chipped in for a souvenir for you. IT'S AN IOU!! with love i'd like to end this email a haiku. and my signature...
im going to count
syllables in the last line
1 2 3 4 5 Love, erik
Perhaps things had become dire, but Erik was cracking my shite up throughout the trip.
During the session on fresh water pearls, the presenter had cracked open an oyster and let the resident kids go to town in prying out the pearls of its meaty flesh. The fact that this was a recently living creature along with the slimy scenes of the insides being hacked totally made me want to toss my cookies. Blech.
On this day, we were boat-bound for the entire day. The way the cruise deals with this is by scheduling lots and lots of sessions which passengers can attend for their edification. My mom was a major joiner and went to every session, save for "Chinese 101" (although I told her that she should have attended and kicked the ass of everyone else there). The best part is that she forced Erik to attend all the sessions as well, from the session about fresh water pearls to the session on the Three Gorges. Erik was predictably sullen about being forced to go, and every time he dared to voice protest, my mom would bark at him: "Erik! Learn something!" I loved that.
One the shticks that Erik used on our trip was acting like he thought that we were in Japan. This slayed me every time. There was a map of China during the session on the Three Gorges Dam, and Erik talked about how he should have raised his hand and said: "I thought that Japan was an island?" At one point, my mom ordered Erik to write my dad an email (using the very undependable wireless Internet service). The email that he wrote is as follows:
From :
Erik
Sent :
Sunday, July 4, 2004 11:27 AM
To :
Dad
Subject :
you may not know me, but i'm your son
hello father dearest, i'm on this boat. and we're sailing down this river. and the boat's floor is prettywarped. but other than that, japan is really cool. we visited the yangzhe mountain (or something to that effect) THERE'S HBO IN OUR ROOMS! I SPENT THE BETTER PART OF LAST NIGHT WATCHING "DIVINE SECRETS OF THE YAYA SISTER HOOD." it was awesome. i cried a little in the end, feeling more in touch with my feminine side. how virginia? cicadas still comin? i hear it's the fourth of july. how's that goin for ya? seen those lakers? kristin got a pirated copy of fareighneasdkjfeight 9/11 if you want to see that. and we all chipped in for a souvenir for you. IT'S AN IOU!! with love i'd like to end this email a haiku. and my signature...
im going to count
syllables in the last line
1 2 3 4 5 Love, erik
Perhaps things had become dire, but Erik was cracking my shite up throughout the trip.
During the session on fresh water pearls, the presenter had cracked open an oyster and let the resident kids go to town in prying out the pearls of its meaty flesh. The fact that this was a recently living creature along with the slimy scenes of the insides being hacked totally made me want to toss my cookies. Blech.
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