Image crisis

I am feeling rather blah and not altogether comfortable in my skin recently. I think I need a new hairstyle because I think that would help. It wouldn’t really do anything for my miserable fashion sense of the moment but one needs to start somewhere.

Every so often I will get these spurts when I feel like I really should get a sense of style and dress more, well, fashionably. Or hip. Or whatever. But then I never want to shell out the money and anyway, it’s not really that important. But sometimes it seems important and then I immediately want to look like Audrey Hepburn or Grace Kelly and I get all bummed out because that is just dreaming. Someone needs to write a book called “Fashion sense for Dummies”. Either that or, “How to Dress Like Audrey Hepburn in Ten Easy Lessons”. Or, “Everything You Wanted to Know about Looking Like Grace Kelly but Were Afraid to Ask”.

Somehow I think what I’m really saying here is I just need a lot of money to blow on clothes and a haircut that isn’t at Great Clips. Every, er, 6 months or so. Is that so much to ask?

I need a sense of style. Can’t someone just give me a style? Or a new hairstyle. Either would be OK. Why not call “What Not to Wear” on me? Then I could get several new outfits AND a new hairstyle all for free! I could go around in raggedy sweats or really bad Goth or what’s-that-brand-that-Target-sells-for-kids-about-13? and you could “catch” me on tape and I could pretend to be all “oh I’m so mad what’s wrong with what I wear?” and squeezing out some tears here and there and inside I’d be like, Sweet! Free clothes! New York City!  You guys really need to think about doing that for me. I’m up for it.


It was the worst of times, it was the worst of times

Or: whatever can go wrong, will.

Last night were the presentations that my students had to give for class.  The presentation was a summary of a college class that they observed at some point during the semester.

I got a late start leaving for class; kept forgetting things like my book bag, my phone, etc., etc. So I got there about 3 minutes before class was supposed to start.  Note that I say ‘supposed to’.

When I got there finally, I found out that the Internet was down and so therefore I couldn’t print out the materials I had emailed myself that I needed for class.  So I had to cobble together some kind of semblence of scoring rubric to use since that was one of the things I had emailed.

And then my laptop was acting screwy and through the course of the evening had to be restarted twice, once during one student’s presentation. And my computer takes FOR EVER to start up. Hand-cranking could not be slower.

We didn’t actually start class until 25 minutes after the hour. By that time, I had come to the conclusion that actually hooking up the Powerpoint projector to my laptop and getting that set up would probably be yet another exercise in the evening’s futility so…skip Powerpoint projector. just use laptop (which had to be restarted).

At this point, one of the students walked in. He’d had to go home because he had emailed his presentation to himself and couldn’t access it but he also had computer problems and had to call his friend to access his email and print out the presentation and bring it to school for him, all of which involved several phone calls upon receiving which he would exit the classroom and come back in to report on the status…during the other students’ presentations.  And on top of that, all the students were supposed to have a typed copy of the notes they were using for the other students to look at but he did not because, as he said, ‘it would have taken too long’. !!! I had told the class AT LEAST three times they needed to do this. It was worth 1/3 of the presentation points. And when I give him a zero, I know he will argue (this is the guy who also asked me why I didn’t email him when the college class was cancelled (they had the info on how to check the college cancellations) or why I didn’t email his professor for him to ask about him observing. Hello! Are you a grown up?!)

The 3 women did fine (of course). The one guy I had to cut short because he was fixin’ to go on for about 1/2 hour (it was supposed to be 10 mins max).  And really, his production is not all the comprehendable; lots of straining to understand.

Then the guy who didn’t have his notes. He kept correcting the other student’s pronunciation. Errrrrgggg! You are not the teacher!!!

This is the way the class ends: not with a whimper, with a bang. 

Happiness is:

A Girl Scout fudge covered peanut butter cookie in one hand and a frozen dried persimmon in the other. And also, being able to walk to the antique mall and score fun finds on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

I’m afraid my life is dreadfully dull at this point. I have no clever stories with which to regale you. But let us all take a brief moment and reflect joyfully that this is my last week of teaching; to wit, tomorrow is my last day of class and Thursday is the final exam. And I’m going to take brownies to my students on the last day because I am The Best Teacher Ever, even though I complain about it.

P.S.: Troy is heading into a grueling 4-week CPA review class. I figure I’m going to sign up for a Chinese language class while he’s doing that (there aren’t any Korean classes offered).

And that’s it from Our Little Town, OH

Here’s a phrase you haven’t seen before

Squid Sundaes Squid Sundaes (made with noodles and blood sausage) is a local specialty made with squid, carrots, onions, seaweed and spices mixed together, covered in egg yolk and fried.

(Sundae is really a Korean word that is pronounced “soon-day” and is a kind of blood sausage. but i thot the combination was classic. actually, it sounds pretty good, don’t you think? not that I’m a fan of soon-day but the other bits sound yummy….)


After I finished checking out at the grocery store and was leaving, the bag boy said, ‘You remind me of Jennifer Garner”. Yay! He was obviously smoking crack but it made me feel good, nonetheless.

Random eg0-boosting comments from 15 year old bag boys on crack-cocaine = A+++

Speaking of faith

So after reading this article, I got to thinking about how arbitrary is the faith that most of us follow. What I mean by that is, if I, a Christian, had been born in Muslim or Hindu or Bahai cultures to a family who followed those practices, well, most likely I, too, would be Muslim or Hindu or Bahai. And then you think about how a culture or society got started on the particular religious path it followed: forced or unforced proselytization.  Now I’m not discounting free will here; lots of people convert to different religion, esp. if they live in a free society. But the fact is that at some point or other, some invader may have come in and overrun your culture and forced your great-great-great grandparents to convert on pain of death and now you are blowing other people up because you believe you are following the only right way and that everyone else is heretical and must therefore die.

I believe that faith and religion plays an integral part in human life. But when you start killing people because of it, well, then it is just an excuse to justify your insecurities or desire for power or basic innate evilness.  Because if by some quirk of nature or Godly intervention you had been born to different parents, then you yourself would be on the other, the heretical, side.

At long last!

I finally finished crocheting this afghan. People, I only started the first year we went back to Korea this last time. That gives you a bit of an idea how long it has taken me to knuckle down and finish it!!


And it is NOT red, white and blue. It is maroon, navy and cream, thank you very much. (sorry the thumbnail’s so small; i tried enlarging it but it ruins the clarity: any suggestions?)

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