My eye is twitching now

Carol mentioned today according to a Chinese superstition whenever you feel anything twitching, someone was thinking of you. Good and bad.

And I also saw that it meant that something good was going to happen if it was the right. And something bad if it was the left.

Regret #18887

Not studying abroad as an undergrad.

I hear of stories of living abroad. Things learned. Experiences one had. The purchases, the things they missed. And the people they got to know.

Although it’s not too late. If the right job came along in another country (at least one where I can speak the language), I would do it. Although that’s me saying that now and not then. But what of it if I only will regret it later.

Nice parking job

I haven’t received any of these yet. But also most of the time, I don’t drive in the first place.

But when I do. Parking is one of my least favorite things to do. I admit that I don’t have the best intricate spatial knowledge in the world. So I rely on tricks I have learned in the past. Turn when your rear view mirror is past… Swing left before turning right…

Still you can’t help but feel sympathy for those who inadverdently parked three feet away from the curb rather than one. Or when they parked too close to the driveway. But then there are those (like cars in the Mission) who park in the middle of the street. Because they can.

In Mountain View…

I never thought I would be watching the BCS championship (not so good game), followed by Deal or No Deal…and worse of all, Billy Madison.

Ok, I did want to see a friend who was in town interviewing. But still.

Mindless entertainment for all.

Oh, Green Eggs and Ham and Sam

I do not like Green Eggs and Ham I do not like them Sam, I am I do not like them here or there I do not like them anywhere I do not like them in a boat…

This morning, Sam (not the furry animal thing in Dr. Seuss’ book), told me about his experience having green eggs (minus ham) at the Crumpet Shop at Pike Place Market this market. And my world was shattered to learn that green eggs really are not moldy eggs. A popular breakfast item (I have never seen it on my brunch escapades), green eggs are eggs mixed with pesto. Scrambled eggs mixed with spinach. I always thought that the eggs were moldy and that’s why Sam’s friend never wanted to eat it (at first).

Or perhaps eggs that were dyed green.

But mixed with pesto. I still wouldn’t eat it regardless. Fyi, I like my eggs sunny side up. Slightly runny.

Recording the moments after moments

In my days of webbing, I used to be more prompt with projects. What happened?

But I have finally finished the photolog for December 22, 2006 and December 29, 2006. Even though it is a pain to remember to take a photo as much as I can, it captures my whole day in detail. Every so often, I look back at the photologs I did 4 years ago and remember…my life really wasn’t that bad. I like that retrospective. Or at least, I start to wonder…did I really spend that much time in front of my computer? And something I always find interesting is how I am willing to post bad poses of myself. For the cause of photologgging.

So when’s the next one going to be?