Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Results from an online test:
Sunday, February 22, 2009
I had dim sum today with the Ex and B-Boy.
A couple walked in and sat at the table next to us. One dim sum lady pushed her cart to their table and asked it they wanted chicken feet. The conversation went like this:
DSL: Hello! Would you like some chicken feet?
Woman: Ew! These things are chicken feet? And why is it red?
Man: What else you got?
DSL: Baby squids, pork stomach.
Man: Uh.. the squid, I guess. Honey, you want pork stomach?
Woman: Ew! Why would I want to eat some animal stomach?
DSL: It's pork. Here's your baby squids.
Man: OK. How do I eat them?
DSL: You want hot sauce?
Man: What's this?
DSL: Hot sauce. Very hot.
Man: And this?
DSL: It's soy sauce.
Man: (starts to point at everything on his table) What's this?
DSL: Red vinegar.
Man: And this?
Man: (lifting teapot lid) And this?
DSL (exasperated): IT'S TEA!!!!
Woman: That's all we get to eat? Some mini-squids?
DSL: You choose from other carts.
Man: Ooh! Aaah! I get it now! You guys bring the food to us and we choose.
The DimSum Lady pushed her cart away, cursing and rolling her eyes, then froze when she caught my eyes, but I was smiling broadly so she relaxed and smiled back, shaking her head. When she passed our table, she whispered to me: "They know nothing!"
Friday, February 20, 2009
Popular urawaza include picking up broken glass from the kitchen floor with a slice of bread, or placing houseplants on a water-soaked diaper to keep them watered during a vacation trip.
Other low-tech tricks include the following:
Suppose your remote car door opener does not have the range to reach your car across the parking lot. Hold the metal key part of your key fob against your chin, then push the unlock button. The trick turns your head into an antenna, says Tim Pozar, a Silicon Valley radio engineer. Mr. Pozar explains, “You are capacitively coupling the fob to your head. With all the fluids in your head it ends up being a nice conductor. Not a great one, but it works.” Using your head can extend the key’s wireless range by a few car lengths.
If your printer’s ink cartridge runs dry near the end of an important print job, remove the cartridge and run a hair dryer on it for two to three minutes. Then place the cartridge back into the printer and try again while it is still warm. “The heat from the hair dryer heats the thick ink, and helps it to flow through the tiny nozzles in the cartridge,” says Alex Cox, a software engineer in Seattle. “When the cartridge is almost dead, those nozzles are often nearly clogged with dried ink, so helping the ink to flow will let more ink out of the nozzles.” The hair dryer trick can squeeze a few more pages out of a cartridge after the printer declares it is empty.
* Japanese term for clever lifestyle tips and tricks
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
You don't have to read this post, or believe what it says. I just wanted to tell the story for the records, that's all.
Last Sunday was the 6th week ceremony/prayer session at the pagoda. As you know, I'm a very skeptical Buddhist and I consider these types of ceremony as superstition at worst and as kabuki/theater at best. As soon as I arrive at the pagoda, I bow three times in front of the huge Buddha statue to show my respect for the Buddha's teaching, but after that, I don't participate in the chanting. I go through the motions: bow, stand up, sit down, etc. with the crowd, but otherwise I just sit there and meditate or daydream until the end of the service.
But last Sunday, as the chanting was droning on, I was falling half asleep when suddenly two powerful waves of cold went down my spine, making me shudder violently. I sat up, wide awake, but nothing else was out of the ordinary, so I stopped paying attention again. Later on, the families of the deceased went in a smaller room in the back for a special ceremony. That's when the thought suddenly hit me that next week will be the seventh and last week, and that I will never be back at this pagoda again, except once a year to visit my mother's urn. I was struck with an acute sense of loss and I started crying, the first time I cried since my mother's death. Then, I just KNEW that my mother's spirit has finally left the intermediary bardo and that she's on her way to a future life. I KNEW that the shuddering I felt before was my mother's final embrace before she left and her way of saying goodbye.
Elvis has definitely left the building.