I thought I saw someone I knew last night on facebook – and so I added them as a friend. Facebook doesn’t let you see someone’s profile unless you are already a confirmed friend with them OR you went to the same college (and sometimes even then not). I looked at her profile today and discovered… I don’t know who the hell this girl is. Apparently she went to school with me just like the girl I thought she was…but…she clearly isn’t. Then I remembered the girl I thought she was is named Darbie…not Darcie (this girl’s name).
Do I remove her from my friends list? Does SHE remember ME even though I don’t remember her…or is she just padding her list of friends?
Another case of netiquette…. Maybe the netiquette maven can help me out…
The situation with facebook gets even more complicated when you consider all your old female friends in high school or college are married and have different last names now.
oh well, back to studying for the GMAT … which is now rushing at me with determined speed.
Sunday afternoon I went to LACMA with Aaron, Ethan and Alicia. I finally found out what those “BCAM BORN” signs are all about that have been on LA light posts for months. BCAM stands for the Boone Contemporary Art Museum. I don’t think the building was even there when I was at LACMA last fall. The goal of Mr. Boone (the founder of SunAmerica) was to make Los Angeles the world’s center for contemporary art. To do so he bought up many of the iconic pieces that art historians love to champion as breakthroughs in contemporary art. These include famous pieces from the likes of Jeff Koons, Roy Lichtenstein, Damien Hirst, Ed Ruscha and Richard Serra.
Although it was cool to see these pieces from my college art texts in person – I still did not find much “art” in a lot of them. I actually found the Chicano art movement exhibit in the American Artists part of the museum much more interesting and engaging.
Yesterday I got my blood test results back. We went down the list and I was perfectly normal in every category… checking off the list… no viral infection at all (I had thought maybe I had mono)…
wait… what is this one… right at the end…the very last one… TSH levels are low. What does that mean?
Apparently it means my thyroid gland is overproducing the hormone T3. A condition called Hyperthyroidism. They are giving me an ultrasound on my neck Tuesday to look for a tumor or enlargement of the thyroid – and then they’ll give me an “iodine test” to test the functioning of my thyroid gland.
I was telling one of my very good friends this news today and he told me that he was let go at his job this morning.
We all must have a really bright future to go through such tough times right now…
I read this story this morning and it pained me. It seems that even after a massive failure of the system – organizations never learn. I mean, hello, you’ve got another depressed Korean man telling people he bought a gun AT VIRGINIA TECH!
But even more-so the reason this guy killed himself is probably the saddest of all. I’m sure anyone with a beard and/or turban felt the same way in the months after 9-11. How hard is it for a college to be pro-active? Perhaps this goes back to the larger issue of the changing role of a college in nurturing young minds. Less than fifty years ago many colleges were still thought of as a secondary parent for a child. Dorm rules were much stricter in monitoring male/female interaction and college administrators were thought of as trusted advisors by the parents of the students. Today, as Chef says,”Don’t do drugs kids. There is a time and place for everything. It’s called college.” College is seen today as the means for every young person to “find themself” (apparently it wasn’t important for previous generations to find themselves).
I’m not sure what part of “finding yourself” VTech thought buying a gun was for Daniel Kim.
Also…. how often does JND Pawnbrokers get young Korean guys wanting to buy pistols?
On Sunday Beverly, her mother and I headed to the Antelope Valley Poppy Reserve. I had never heard of it before, but after telling people where I’d gone they all had heard of it before and heard it was great. Well, it was great, although not as great as some other parks I’ve been to (Red Rocks).
For some accurate photos click here. I may have some of our own photos up next week – as they were all on Beverly’s camera.
I often felt like part of the Windows XP homescreen development crew as we walked around in these picturesque fields. Toward the end of the day my allergies started to kick in from all the dust blowing about (the soil in the Valley is almost desert-soil). Beverly and her mother were more exhausted from the heat (in the 100s I think).
For 27 years I played a game with myself. That game was: How long can I get away with not having my own suit? I wished I had one a few times before (Andrea’s wedding, mixer at the British CG’s estate, etc.), but on Saturday I had an admissions interview for the MBA program at UCLA and I knew it was game over.
So, with four hours to go until kick-off -Beverly and I walked into 3-Day Suit Broker in Beverly Glenn and picked one out. Or I should say she picked one out… I just had veto power over every decision.
The next day we visited Beard Papa. It was my first time and her second. We agreed that the filling was actually a little too plentiful – and the strawberry pastries had the only standout flavor. After eating so bad for breakfast we finished it off with a trip to the west Los Angeles farmers market for some fresh fruit. Later Beverly would cook “Coke Chicken” – which I’m placing at #3 on her all time cooking list behind pasta and curry chicken.
Friday night I met up with Kent and Melody at Manna. It was the second time I’d met Kent there in probably six months. This time though they had the Korean equivalent of Heineken girls walking around in little outfits next to a big green bottle mascot. Kent played their little game and won a GB USB drive. When he told the waitress later that he was going to take the beer (that he had to buy to play the game) home with him for later she said it was not allowed… and so she would take back the beer and take the charge off the bill. Yet – we still got to keep the USB drive….so if you’re ever at Manna…now you know how to get a free gift!
Afterwards we went to Chapman Plaza for karaoke at Bliss Cafe. The song book had maybe 5% English songs and 95% Korean, but I’ve become accustomed to such things at these (Asian) karaoke establishments. We ordered spaghetti and it was actually very good (they put in red and green peppers).
My father posted a comment to my last blog entry – and it sounded so compacted full of goodness that I wanted to post it on “top.”
“Pearls are made thru constant stress on the oyster.”
He was being a great dad and trying to cheer me up during this great time of stress – but later it occured to me.. “don’t they have to kill the oyster to get the pearl?” …but maybe I’m completely wrong.
I also thought of a few other pieces of wisdom yesterday.
Perhaps when considering a mate- imagine yourself stranded on a deserted island with them with no hope for rescue. Will it be an oasis for the both of you – or hell? If you could/can get along with all the nuances of modern “society” out the window then you’ve got a good thing going. I think a lot of people are probably too distracted to either see the quality of who they are with – or see that they need someone else.
Lastly – when getting a haircut – always go to the barber that has the worst haircut…after all – if everyone at the shop cuts each others’ hair… the best barber would have the worst haircut!