
The stress of late had rekindled love of old hymns. (“Love Me to the End,” from Help My Unbelief by Red Mountain Church)

The stress of late had rekindled love of old hymns. (“Love Me to the End,” from Help My Unbelief by Red Mountain Church)
I am so excited to have finally found a vegan recipe for Korean cold noodles. This, coupled with Maangchi’s dongchimi recipe, would be fantastic to try for the summer.

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So, I started out listening to classical music to help me think, and the more tired I got, the more synthetic it became.

Was looking for uke music over the weekend, and this one just made me happy.
I finished my 30min documentary yesterday on my east coast Hawaiian cultural school. It was developed in iMovie with a handheld camera and an old Mac tower. By the 25th minute or so, my computer just couldn’t take it, so I’m amazed that it even got done at all. (The fact that the last 5 minutes were really messed up, notwithstanding.)
The thing is, I want to make a documentary again, so do I really want to cross that off my list?
Throughout our conversation, Clinton is stern with American women: It’s time to stop complaining and bickering and step up to the plate. I tell her she sounds like Sheryl Sandberg, the Facebook COO (and onetime official in the Clinton administration) who’s made news by telling women to quit moaning about how the Man is keeping them out of the corner office and address their own “ambition gap.”
Clinton agrees: “I know Sheryl and have the greatest regard and affection for her,” she says. “She sees women, as I have over the course of my career, who are perfectionists and never think anything they do is good enough, and they’re competing against men who think everything they do is star quality…. I could sit here and say, ‘Am I the smartest person to have ever been secretary of state?’ Well, I don’t know. Thomas Jefferson was secretary of state. I have no idea. ‘Was I the smartest person who ever served in the United States Senate?’ Well, you don’t know those things. You can’t ever know them until you actually get out there and try. And it’s the trying that’s the most exciting part of the whole journey.”
Check out these sushi dolls from Bebe Love Okazu’s blog. That is straight genius of the over-achiever level.
The saddest thing in the world isn’t really the goodbyes; it’s being straight-up cut out of someone’s life before a goodbye could even happen.
Another lei, using the same stem-wrapping process I used for my fresh lei.
Did you know that when you make a lei, the test of a good lei is that it will not fall apart when it smacks against something hard? Kind of like a good relationship. In fact, the Hawaiian lei is the symbol of embracing love, and the pua (flower) is synonymous to a beloved child.
I’ve made many a craft lei, but this is the first time I’ve ever made a lei out of living materials.* Notwithstanding the awkwardness of picking leaves and flowers off what might have been my neighbors’ plants (in the dark of night, no less…), the experience is completely addicting.
I already love plants, but gathering leaves and flowers around home just made me appreciate all the more how amazingly lush and beautiful Virginia is, especially in the spring time. Each leaf and flower had different textures, shapes, and colors, and they are completely abundant in our neighborhood… There’s just so much life, and such a diversity! And also, I have no allergies, so that’s a plus.
* Edit: oh, actually, this would be my second living lei. The first time was in college — my friends and I made leis out of the bougainvilleas that grew all over our campus… again, we did it in the dead of night, for some reason; I guess it was the only time none of us were in class.
My costumes are starched, and my leis are chilling in the fridge. All set for tomorrow’s Cherry Blossom performance.
I was hanging out with some married women today (and a bride-to-be), and one girlfriend confessed that she’s started taking prenatal vitamins and doing pre-pregnancy yoga exercises in preparation.
WHAT?! I thought… because when I’ve thought about having babies, the first thing that pops up in my mind is, I better get started now on sewing up some baby diapers and building that murphy bed and making some career decisions…
“You might also want to consider putting yourself on the waiting list for some of the preschools in the area,” another friend suggested. “It’ll take years to move up the list.”
Because this is what society has come to.
I am not even pregnant yet. Also, it is really frightening to hear people who make way more money than me saying they really can’t afford more than two kids. In my mind, I was picturing this suburban lifestyle of school and braces (and glasses) and maybe a couple of tennis lessons, and roadtrips every now and then… And suddenly this seems out of reach for a middle class married couple…
Something is really, really wrong with all of this.