Hello, unicorns! I’ve been full of piss and vinegar regarding the GOP and anti-choice activists this week, but there are lots of science and entertainment stories I’d like to cover here too. Let’s get started:
When I was ten years old, I decided I would no longer eat pork. Partly brought on by the appreciation for the animal itself, I realized that I’d never much liked pork to begin with. Rather than say to people something like, “Well, I hate pork chops, but sometimes I end up eating sausage when my mom makes red beans and rice,” it was easier to eliminate it entirely.
Hello, my fellow glitter unicorns. I hope the weekend was fantastic. I had dinner on Friday with my bestie at the little Thai place about a 5 minute drive from my house. It has the best pad thai that I’ve had since I came home from Thailand. To my dismay, I found out that the restaurant is shutting down and moving forever away because the plaza is being torn down and replaced with a Whole Foods. I wouldn’t be so mad if it was a Trader Joe’s going in, but alas, I must continue my search for decent Thai food I can order for takeout on the regular.
Anyway, on to the news… Read More News in Asia
“I’m breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus/This is it, the apocalypse/Whoa.” -“Radioactive,” by Imagine Dragons, aka the official song of 2013.
This was the one book on the Man Booker Prize shortlist that I wasn’t particularly excited about. But then it was right there in front of me in the library, so it moved up on my reading list. Afterwards, I still wasn’t particularly excited about it. So here I am, trying to put my feelings of meh-ness into coherent sentences.
On Saturday, my five-year-old son said to me, “I know you’re Santa.”
Before I saw the Dalai Lama speak at the Long Beach Convention Center this weekend, I lacked concrete expectations. I have never read any of his books, I haven’t listened to any of his speeches or watched any videos. All I knew was that he was Buddhist, everyone calls him “His Holiness”, and he is supposedly good friends with Richard Gere (a fact from my mom, who is similar to me in that she likely knows more about Richard Gere than the Dalai Lama). Read More His Holiness and Us: How We Can All Be More Like The Dalai Lama
During a trip to Disney World in April 2009, I suffered a massive cold. Almost all of us did – my husband, my daughter (then five years old), my mom and myself. Only my 18-month-old son escaped with just a runny nose, but then he had his own porta-crib away from the rest of our germs. All that recirculated air, we said, before downing more Disney-priced Sudafed. Still, it was a vacation, and the adrenaline helped us power through. Soon after we were home, everyone recovered”¦