Saturday, May 21, 2011

      ( 11:55 AM ) teahouse

Yeah, I don't think this rapture thing is going to happen today.

I should have known it this morning, when I called my parents in Asia. It was 10 p.m. there, and still no earthquakes.

I feel like I should ask for my money back, or something.

I guess I'd better go and do laundry, do the dishes and get some work done - all things I'd been putting off in case it did happen.


Saturday, May 14, 2011

      ( 12:21 PM ) teahouse
The Edge

There is nothing, I repeat, nothing, sketchier than Newark Penn Station after 11 p.m.

I was there last night, and here are some of the things I saw:

1. A homeless man in a shouting match with the proprietor of a bodega, after the proprietor caught the homeless man trying to stick some candy in the pocket of his old, ratty jeans.

2. Another homeless man lying on the floor on his side, asleep and with his buttocks entirely exposed.

3. 3 women who looked like Eastern European prostitutes, milling around near the turnstiles and eating bags of pretzels.

4. Another man crouched near the turnstiles, unzipping his pants and engaging in what looked like humping on the turnstiles.

5. A midget in a green leprechaun hat, yelling about how the end of the world is coming next week.


Wednesday, May 04, 2011

      ( 8:28 PM ) teahouse
Quiet Contemplation

I guess we have President Obama to thank for knocking the unemployed woman who married into the welfare family off the front page of what seemed like every newspaper in the world.

Yes, almost 10 years after the 9/11 attacks, Osama bin Laden has been discovered and summarily eliminated.

I fall into the category of people who do not feel celebratory about this, and who were unsettled by the images of Americans rejoicing in the streets upon hearing the news.

Celebrating someone's death is icky. No matter how evil that someone was. It just smacks of hubris. In a movie, the celebration scene is always followed by a scene of those celebratory people getting their asses kicked.

So I can't rejoice in someone's death, even if that someone is my enemy. That just seems like it would be, well, un-Christian of me.

But I understand the pent-up emotions a lot of people are dealing with.

I just hope for a future of peace and better understanding in the world. And I hope, like the hydra of legend, we don't find that after cutting off one head, many more have grown in its place.


THIRTYSOMETHING (!!) year old Asian American New Yorker, lawyer, amateur musician, curious girl taking a bite out of the Big Apple. Don't mess with me - I'm short and I look demure, but I carry a big purse. And I've just embarked on the journey of married life in Manhattan.

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