Monday, July 28, 2014


So apparently, in this my 38th year, my body has decided to get serious about weight loss.  I'm not serious about it seeing as how I don't actually need to lose weight.  But my immune system has concluded that my weight is in the "unhealthily over" category.  That's the only conclusion I can draw from the fact that recent testing confirmed what I had already begun to suspect: I have developed food allergies to rice and dairy, the two foods categories that I love the most and eat the most of. Bananas and tuna, two other foods that I love, though maybe not as much, but still quite a lot, are also gone.

I suspected the bananas, too, because my mouth itched whenever I ate one, but I kept telling myself it was a reaction to pollen and could be safely ignored.  Not so much, apparently. Given that I routinely consumed two bananas a day for my snacks, this has obviously caused me a degree of inconvenience.

Maybe this is a result of getting old. 

Not that I think I'm old.  But some people put anyone who is closer to 40 than to 30 in The Olds group, so, yeah. Maybe my body belongs in that group. Maybe it's just decided, "welp, we've had a good run, but we can let things go to hell now." You know, how some people (like me, for example) stop ironing their clothes as carefully, or stop making sure their clothes even match (also me), or who wear their hair in a bun every day for a month straight because it's easy (and that's me again).  My body is doing the equivalent of wearing socks with Crocs.  

I don't know what I'm going to do for my go-to meals in the future, but for now, I am eating a lot of ginger candy.  "Wait," you say, "you already ate a lot of ginger candy."  That is technically true.  So I suppose what I should have said was that, in comparison to how much I used to eat, I am eating much, much more.  And that means I am eating All The Ginger Candy. If you can't find any in your local stores, it's because I've bought them all.

But all is not lost because I am not, thus far, allergic to coffee.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Movie Preview: No Tears for the Dead

This summer, the new movie "No Tears for the Dead" will come out in Korea and, hopefully, here in the States as well.  It's directed by Lee Jeong-beom (이정범), the man who directed "Ajusshi/The Man From Nowhere," which you know I loved. It stars Jang Dong-gun (장동건) and Kim Min-hee (김민희), two actors I really like.  It looks similar to "Ajusshi" in that it seems to fit into the slick, dark action movie category.  And from the trailer, it even sounds like Lee got Jinsil of Mad Soul Child to do the theme song again.  

The only thing that's giving me pause is the fact that I think his tattoo says "crack whore." Um, what?

Yep, count me in. 

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

I remembered I have a blog.

[WARNING:  I didn't proofread this.]

You guys. Work. Amirite?  Yeesh.  Sometimes I wonder why I went to law school. So that I could do nothing but work, for pay that doesn't make up for having no life?  And then I remembered that it was also so I could take on massive student loan debt.  Good decision, me! 

It could be worse. I could hate the job itself, which I don't usually, although it does sometimes feel like I'm stuck in some weird play where I'm the only sane person.  I guess that would make it like "The Office." Which, yeah, that sounds about right.  On the other hand, it does make for some intense bonding with the normal ones of the legal world.  When a lawyer you're just getting to know relates an interaction with a non-normal one and then asks, "That's weird, right?"--instant kinship! You have found one of your people. 

Of course, we're all strange to some degree, that seems to be the one unifying quality of lawyers everywhere.  It just depends on where you fall on the spectrum of strange.  Like, are you picky about what type of pen you use? That's cool. That's acceptable. But some lawyers, they're just odd.  If one of us Normals is at a social gathering and runs across a socially awkward person with obviously low emotional intelligence, we are never surprised to find out they're a lawyer.  I think on some level, we know it before we were told.  And the worst part is that they don't know they're odd. They will tell you the odd things they think and do but do not understand or perceive how uncomfortable they're making you. Sometimes they get that people don't seem to like them as much as other people are liked, but they are totally baffled about why.

Work has been pretty good for the past couple of months, if only because I refuse to be annoyed by little things.  You know the video for Fiona Apple's cover of "Across the Universe"? Where all kinds of chaos is going on around her, and she's just ignoring it?  That's me. Not all the time, but I'm working on it. Jai Guru Deva and all that zen jazz. 

I do have my moments--like this week, when I emailed a coworker for input on a case, and her response made it clear that she hadn't actually read more than one or two sentences in my email.  And then I responded to correct her, and she responded in a way that showed once again, she had not read my emails. And I have to have her input on this case. I'd been emailing her because sometimes when I speak to her face-to-face, she does the same thing--she listens to a few sentences, makes up her mind about what we need to do, and then ignores anything else I say about it because it doesn't fit in with the opinion she's already formed. So,  yeah, I get rage-y there for a minute. Ok, several minutes.  Fine, hours. But then I remind myself that give way too much detail in my emails, and probably she just gets tired of wading through it.  And then I tell myself that if one of us is going to get annoyed, it's not going to be me, so I'm just going to keep emailing her or talking to her about the same thing until she finally listens to what I'm actually saying.

One area in which I am not doing so well on the calm front is at home.  This is because about a month ago, one of my neighbors--I don't know which one--started playing their music a little too loud, and they just kept going. For real, I don't think they've turned it off at all.  And because I'm cursed with a terrible kind of hearing where I can't understand what the person sitting next to me at the restaurant table said but I can hear every single annoying sound within a block, I hear it.  RR cannot hear it at all. 

"You can't hear that?"
"Hear what?"

That's the conversation we have minimum three times a week.  One of us is definitely going to go crazy if this keeps up.