Friday, January 31, 2014
Monday, January 27, 2014
Thursday, January 23, 2014
But please don't get the wrong impression--she doesn't cook for me. She's like the head chef who barks orders and I'm the seven-armed underling. We come home after work, cook dinner, eat dinner, go back into the kitchen and cook lunch. Not a very good system, but I do get tired of deli sandwiches.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
A cartoon that covers all the issues:
- Extremely long names for coffee
- The husband has to do the ordering
- Anything that can be made at home shouldn't be bought (she does always make it better)
- Anything can be turned into milk, even the grass growing between the cracks on the sidewalk
Here's Jenny's recipe for a Starbuck's-style Green Tea Frappuccino, which will save you a few cents.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
This is an actual conversation, and it still cracks me up. Why, precisely, "$50,000?" Especially since Kora lessons would probably go for $30 a pop?
According to her, $50,000 is the average savings for middle-class Americans (yeah, right!), and once we achieved that, we can be free to our intellectual pursuits.
I could be unfaithful and get Kora lessons on my lunch hour, but she might catch on to the blisters on my fingers.
Shouldn't facebook be considered an intellectual pursuit?
And for the curious, here is my favorite subway performer with my favorite instrument, the Kora.
Friday, January 17, 2014
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Or just stick out your jaw like a gorilla.
Learning Vietnamese is about learning all the muscles and jaw movements you never knew you had. Also, learning that there are more vowels than can possibly be memorized. The U and the U eyelash are entirely different vowels yet they may seem exactly alike to Western ears. Then each one of these vowels are placed in one of five tones, which don't just make them sound pretty--they create entirely new vowels. And that was just one of our letters. So now you know--if you keep saying "thu" and no one ever understands you, ask to be punched in the stomach.
Monday, January 13, 2014
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Actually, she's much more picky than me so it works out, I just thought it was funny. She'll pick out the good bits from my plate and return them with the ugly bits.
I also like the idea of the priest shouting at me, letting me know what I'm in for.
I usually start with the things I don't like: over-boiled bok choy or pork bits that had been marinating for three days. So while I'm trying to finish them off and get to the good stuff, plop--the pile will keep growing by increments and meanwhile the good stuff I've been waiting for is diminishing. This is a usual Vietnamese thing, other people getting their chopsticks into your plate, but it's usually a respect thing, placing the choice bits and not the other way around. Also Hepatitis and H. Pylori sometimes.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
This Period Trakker could go on for another cartoon, and could technically go on for another two given last unmentionable December, we'll see how it goes--guys pretty much know this stuff anyway.