Back in San Jo.
2002-08-06 2am
Today, as part of day 3 of my mom's birthday celebrations,
we went to Bonaparte
Gardens, a small but well-done cross between a botanical
garden and an amusement park. We saw a bunch of nice
plants and me and Peter had fun with my dad's digital camera.
My dad took the pic above, with me, Peter, and my mom.
Peter and I had lots of fun sitting inside a large whirling clove
of garlic which (unintentionally) made amazingly beautiful
sounds. Too bad we didn't get to swing from the large whirling mushroom,
or ride on Bulgy the Goldfish.
The last time I updated this stupid page was the 24th of June, more than
a month ago. That was right after Yao-Fen and I had a blast in Portugal. While Yao-Fee Pou was at
a conference during the day, I got to
stay home in her 4th floor Antwerp apartment and use her
little white iBook, and the
bright northern sun was a refreshing break from the monotonous
oppression of the mid-Atlantic steamroom.
Now I am at home in San Jose. My mom's upstairs asleep, my
dad is getting ready for bed (a long process cuz he's half-paralyzed
and in a wheelchair), and Peter is at the kitchen table with
his little white iBook, messing with Reason.
A lot went on in the past month. I started smoking, I quit smoking.
Daniel became a licensed architect and got himself a little white
iBook, my mom turned 58, and Jing and
Giles left DC. I spun at the Blue Room (open turntables), I sent a
donation to a Christian missionary (whose sister has
big white iBook named Hwitey),
and a friend of a friend of a
friend overdosed on heroin.
I applied to a job at SF State (wish me luck !!) and Jenny and I
had discussions about having kids soon. A couple of
couples broke up. I missed the last Metro
and rode 15 miles on my bike at 1am, from Greenbelt to Adams Morgan.
I saw Puffy and I Am the World Trade Center with Steph.
Then there's the little stuff... 16 different beers... inkblots... cremesicle
screwdrivers... kisses stolen from friends... forged pool passes...
For completion, I must present my favorite Dutch words:
- prot <little fart that doesn't smell too much>
- tieners <teenagers>
- roken <smoking>
- witloof <it's yummy>
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