July 2011
7 posts
The mother tongue, sort of
“Typewriter” was one of the answers (or rather, questions) on Jeopardy today, prompting my dad to reminisce about my mom’s old typewriter in Shanghai. “She was typing in English 20 years before you were born,” my dad joked to me.
“Yet I still think in Chinese,” she replied.
I never consciously thought about which language my parents think in, but of...
I met up with an old friend today. We reminisced over bonding in high school about what we thought was real and significant - today we tried to remember what it was and couldn’t. I realized how she’d grown in the past two years in ways that I don’t think I could have imagined in high school, and it made me happy. I think maybe it gave me hope for myself, too.
Though I feel like...
The Good Short Life →
I don’t know if it’s because I keep reading that my childhood is over in Facebook statuses and Tumblr posts, but I really feel like it’s true this time. It seems like this is one of the last things I had to hold on to - I graduated from high school, I went to college, I’ve been “encouraged” to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life - and now...
OMGRYFFINDOR →
This is effing AWESOME. If you don’t have time to re-read in the next week (omg! 1 week), this should do just fine.
*Thanks, Sam :)
Basking in Russia's Love Long After a Musical... →
I think for some Russians, the Tchaikovsky Competition might be the equivalent of the Super Bowl.