Stuff

"Actually this is just a place for my stuff, ya know? That's all, a little place for my stuff. That's all I want, that's all you need in life, is a little place for your stuff, ya know? I can see it on your table, everybody's got a little place for their stuff. This is my stuff, that's your stuff, that'll be his stuff over there. That's all you need in life, a little place for your stuff. That's all your house is: a place to keep your stuff. If you didn't have so much stuff, you wouldn't need a house. You could just walk around all the time. A house is just a pile of stuff with a cover on it. You can see that when you're taking off in an airplane. You look down, you see everybody's got a little pile of stuff. All the little piles of stuff. And when you leave your house, you gotta lock it up. Wouldn't want somebody to come by and take some of your stuff. They always take the good stuff. They never bother with that crap you're saving. All they want is the shiny stuff. That's what your house is, a place to keep your stuff while you go out and get . . . more stuff! Sometimes you gotta move, gotta get a bigger house. Why? No room for your stuff anymore." - George Carlin

Switching gears

The construction should be finished as of 5 pm today. The remainder of the week will likely be filled with some much needed cleaning.

There still remains numerous details that have yet to be finalized with the Los Angeles reception--cakes to be tasted, floral arrangements to be approved, wedding favors to be designed. It is probably a good thing we are only expecting some 70 people to attend.

For now though, my main objectives for the next ten days are first to tan my legs and second to tone my arms. It is unfortunate that much of the grooming that will ensue prior to next Wednesday will feel like more of a chore than a treat. I always grow resentful before special occasions because it becomes very apparent that it takes much more effort for women to look presentable.

Many people have been inquiring about who I will bring to the reception. I usually tell them that no one has asked to be my escort. I suppose these people forget that I am more Chinese than not, and that bringing a date would definitely mean something. I will admit that there is a man who is dear to my heart, but I fail to feel compelled to share any part of the matter with the other 70 people participating in the celebration.

For now, I am down shifting to fourth, accelerating towards that finish line, all by myself.

Must love sisters

So frustrated by my sister's lack of a significant other, one of her best girlfriends purchased a six month subscription to eHarmony.com on her behalf this past week. My reaction: "Oh my goodness, I am not the only one who feels this way."

Since 2003, when she ended her relationship with her then most awesome-est boyfriend of 2.5 years, my sister has been consistently short-term dating a lieu of guys with one thing in common--bad for her.

EHarmony only deems suitable about 75% of their matching services applicants. Payment alone is not enough. So, I quickly inquired "Have you filled out the surveys? You know, they reject people." She replied "Really? I am already talking to 11 different guys."

So, here it is. My sister, my very beloved sister, is at last acquainting with men who might be good for her. I am most happy.

And since I suppose this blog with its readership of three, one of whom is the aforementioned most awesome-est (ex)boyfriend, is as good a place as any to advertise my own sister, here is my pitch: sister of 5'7" 125 lbs. 27 years-old Chinese American heart-of-gold female attorney seeks male companion for said sister. Must be good to her and for her. Picture for picture.

My name is Chi-Ling and I approve of this message. ;)

overwhelming

A house remodel, job promotion, brother's wedding details, Los Angeles reception and LSAT preparation--all while living out of my car in the past three months.

And now, insomniac nights.

argument against the man

While tackling some logical reasoning questions the other night, I somehow strayed off into consideration of ad hominem tu quoque arguments. One tangent led to many more and I soon found myself applying the concept to hypocritical statements. My mind started spinning.

All of a sudden writing people off was unsound. The implications of this application on my views toward substance usage and child rearing seemed to me refreshing. And then it hit me, what this all might make of my stance on organized religion and its followers' actions.

For a single moment, my world seemed to stop.