Gong!
Title holds double meaning.
First meaning: welcome back to the blog. I know we’ve not chatted for a spell. I missed you. Feeling’s mutual? How sweet. Let’s dance. Second meaning: I know which Vietnamese place in Times Square to never recommend to anyone, ever. That’s right, mom, I had one choice case of food poisoning from a couple wayward spring rolls Friday night. Gah. The experience involved several lessons and firsts…
- My first 101-plus fever in recent memory. Those who know me know my memory.
- I learned how tempting it is to blog about things you shouldn’t blog about. And I resisted, successfully. Until now. Well, at least I won’t tell you what it looked like! Ewwww…
- Even though my e-doctor says I should’ve gone to the hospital after the temp went above 101 and stayed above 100 for three days, determination to live and work normally will prevail. Take that.
- When you get better, your absentee ballot finally arrives!
Today, I voted for America’s next president. It was great fun for me and my favorite houseguest. Evidence at right of the voting booth I fashioned using my shower and a pirate flag I happen to have.
Rock the vote. If I can do it from Hong Kong, you can do it from there.
My amigo Dan runs a sweet blog on college media, College Media Matters. Today, he shines the spotlight on yours truly, once a college journo. Check it!
As for me and myself, I was playing Jenga with Rosi at The Wheel. Yeah I was. Read the rest of Rosi’s report on the evening, and see more great photos. Or just click on the picture.
Here’s me: A 26-year-old assistant news editor at The Wall Street Journal Asia who once walked the streets of West Lafayette with her best friend Annemarie dreaming of our future together as marine biologists, with more pets than should be allowed in a residential space, even if there is a permit for numerous creatures great and small. As we walked around the Purdue University campus we caught ourselves several times walking so fast we were almost jogging. We’d laugh, slow down, get back to our plans. Before we knew it, we were tearing along the sidewalk again. I love my friends.
How did I morph from that daydreaming 9-year-old to the person I am today? Why is yellow my favorite color? Why do I like applesauce so much? (more…)
Ξ October 2nd, 2008 | → 3 Comments | ∇ Food |
I’m about to finish off the fruitiest fruit salad I’ve ever eaten, and this includes the spread at the Knight New Media Conference I attended in San Francisco last year. Was that just last year? And did I really just consult Facebook to confirm that? Yes, and yes. Zang!
I would upload a photo for the world to see, but I left my camera on Cheung Chau (tell me if this doesn’t make you start singing “I left my heart in San Francisco”), and two return trips were fruitless (har, har! I thought only he made jokes like that). Instead, I’ll let you picture it.
Ingredients: Watermelon, Hami Melon*, Papaya, Dragon Fruit, Grapefruit, Grrapes, Mango, Orange, Kiwi, Strawberry.
(Red, pink, darker shade of pink, white with black spots, red-pink, purple, creamy orange, orange, green with black spots, red)
Every piece so far has reached perfect ripeness. Some tantalizingly sweet. Some bitter. Some just plain interesting (that’s the dragon fruit talking). Succulent. Juicy. Three pieces remain: kiwi, dragon fruit, orange. I think I’ll eat them in that order. Kiwi first because it’s my least favorite of those three. Then the dragon fruit, because it leaves a bit of a residue that the final bite, orange, will clean up nicely.
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Yes, perfect.
* Hami melon:
I thought it was a canteloupe slice until I read the packaging. Now I know. It seems they come in different shades, from orange to pink.
