CSI SVU OMG KTHXBAI

You know, when in real life they identify the reality TV celebrity’s murder victim by the serial numbers on her breast implants, life has officially become too tawdry for its own realism.

Last week, I ran into my ex-boss and his wife while I was running in the Central Park. We parted on good terms, but it was still rather awkward, mostly due to my nigh complete inability to make any small talk at all. He’s in the energy game now, certainly a burgeoning field.

Bought a sledgehamer via Amazon to use as an assymetrical weight.  My ex-roommate and I have dubbed him "Sir Harold Sledgey."  We swing, or I swing him.

You know, I learned something…

I learned something new about sink traps and u-bends yesterday: namely, that they exist. Also that if they dry out, they can be the source of unpleasant odors from the pipes and sewers below. This is oddly gratifying to know. Plumbing is kind of interesting, isn’t it?

New Toy

My parents purchased an Excalibur dehydrator for me to cure me of my DIY tendencies to build a jerky dryer out of cardboard, wooden skewers, and a light bulb. Fair enough. We’re just now trying to figure out the placement/electrical outlet conundrum.

Apparently, there’s all sorts of drama at my old martial arts school, with black belts getting suspended right and left. I’m glad I’m not there. It would break my heart. Again.

One of my (non-martial arts) friends is actually revolted by my former martial arts master’s behavior; she says it’s too Asian, and that Americans would be disgusted with it. She mentioned that

As Po-eun said, “I would not serve another master though I might be crucified a hundred times,” so now I serve no master. Having abdicated my right to practice them, I’ve forgotten all the patterns, perhaps willfully so.

I don’t suffer from the proverbial phantom limb pain anymore, but I haven’t yet found a psychic replacement.

August 2

Today I have been in this country as an adopted member of an American family for 32 years. Thanks, mom and dad!