This photo was taken during my layover in Tokyo. Showers in the airport!!
1. I am usually the tallest person around—including men.
2. There is yummy food everywhere—including street/junk food.
3. I walk around the malls wondering why I flew halfway across the world to buy brand names we have back home.
4. I like the comfortable silence I can have with my mom and my grandmother sitting eating lunch at home.
5. I still love my mom more than anyone in the world.
6. Taipei pollution is worse than New York City (wtf?).
7. I really felt my middle class oppressor role when we had lunch with indigenous Taiwanese friends and they all ate their dishes completely clean and joked about our leftover food.
8. Taiwanese men are cute.
9. I really like being around all Asians. And I like gawking at the lone white guy. OMG!
10. Realizing what a relief it is to not have to experience racism constantly and be in the minority.
I often check my search queries to see what people googled that led them to my site. Today’s searches were particularly fun:
I think those titles pretty much sum up my last few months’ entries quite well.
On a personal note, I met up with the BF tonight and he was walking around like a turtle—slouched over with his neck sticking out. It turned out he hurt his back while sitting down at work. SRSLY?
So I did everything tonight that he usually takes care of, like washing the dishes, cooking dumplings and I even gave him a long massage. He was in heaven. I recall giving him a massage before but apparently not this good. He was amazed that I could be so sweet in taking care of him and wanting to do so. I told him that I was afraid that men would take advantage of it so I’m usually very careful to not show any of it and almost do the opposite at times. But we’d been doing so well during the last week or so (ever since we finally did a counseling session together—just us two—exchanging time listening and talking) and I felt so close to him that I really wanted to take care of him; versus several months ago when I was practically mad with him for being sick. Oops.
So I might have just had the best foie of my life last night. I first discovered fois gras 4 years ago when I first moved to New York City. My good friend Don brought a whole chunk of it home and we spread it on toast. I had never tried such a thing in my life—having grown up with a vegetarian dad—and just thought it was the most devious, heavenly thing I ever ate.
Then I went through a dry spell lately where all the foie I tried was just no good. They were all more or less kind of dry and just too foie-y. You don’t want your fish to taste fishy. You don’t want your foie to taste like over-exploded duck fat either.
So then the BF finally took me to the Moroccan restaurant, L’Orange Bleue, and I simply loved everything we had. We had french onion soup and foie, of course, for appetizers. The french onion soup was practically as good as the one we just had at Balthazar on my birthday—great flavor, lots of cheese and croutons. The foie—surpassed my expectation. It was fresh and refreshing; smooth and magical; more than satisfying and almost calming. Then I got my Tajine Citron Olive with chicken and he got the Tajine Berbere with lamb. Turned out the lamb was absolutely scrumptious and melted in your mouth (who knew?) so the BF let me have it! I even took the rest for lunch today and it was still absolutely amazing. Incredible. (And what a generous BF!) There are times when good food makes the whole meal experience truly spiritual—and this was one of them.
Today a friend reminded me to write an article about something I cared about even if I felt there was already an article out there on the very same thing. She reminded me that even though there have been many conversations swirling around this topic that I would still provide a unique voice. I truly appreciate this reminder from a new acquaintance and friend; that no one else has the exact same things to say as I do and reminded me all over again why I blog and why I speak out. I want people to hear from an Asian American woman and to encourage other young women to speak out I need to model it first. Yay!
Lots been going on in the news world lately as usual. Life was a lot easier before I got into keeping up with the daily news. But after the Women’s Media Center’s Progressive Women’s Voices program, I have been quite addicted. Though a bit less now than before. At first I was so stressed I couldn’t even go to the bathroom as easily as before. It’s better now, but still not great.
In Shiuan’s World, the Verizon strike is still happening. In the last week I’ve run into strikers twice–at Bryant Park and today at the World Trade Center. Both sides have complaints about the other. Verizon officials said phone lines had been deliberately cut in Washington, D.C., Maryland, New Jersey, New York and other places. Unions say that several strikers have been struck by managers’ cars. WTF?
In personal news, I will be traveling to Taiwan at the end of August and need new luggage as my one and only carry-on luggage is too big and the wheels do not roll. Well, they move but they don’t roll. So I got this new one:
It is truly lightweight and rolls perfectly! Yay!