Well, I’ve been at my parents’ home for two weeks now. I won’t say my visit with my family has been easy all the way through, but I am finally glad I came home to see them. The arguments we’ve had have led us to a somewhat better understanding of one another, and led me to a better understanding of the value of acceptance of what you can and cannot do for other people. I’ve also seen my sisters and their husbands, and my dreadfully adorable nephew, photos of whom are soon forthcoming. He’s a great kid, tough as hammers …
Month: July 2005
On Family
I said I would post about my visit to my family, but I am putting it off until tomorrow. I will be able to upload a few pictures then, and be able to write more. My back is killing me, and I need to go do some stretches and relax. More tomorrow.
Movies
I’m not going to go into deep commentary, but will touch upon a few movies I’ve seen lately: The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to The Galaxy: 4 stars out of 5. Not as bad as the worst reviews claimed, but nowhere near as good as the books or the bits of the radio plays that I’ve heard before. The War of the Worlds: 3 stars out of 5. Sorry, but if it were set in a Victorian or Edwardian milieu, this movie would have been wonderful. Set in the present, it was just… anachronistic. Aliens that can travel across intergalactic space, set …
Reading of Late: Books #15-18 of my Lunar New Year List
Well, back at my parents’ place, I’ve been reading a lot. I mean, this is my holiday, and what do you know, I’ve got about 13 boxes of books that I haven’t seen in a few years all gathered in the garage. There are also five boxes missing, including a box of my old compositions— almost all of the music I ever wrote has been officially lost and seems gone for good, though I am happy to say most of my extant juvenilia made it here safe and sound—the stories I wrote in elementary school made it, but not my …
Never Again?
This week’s Friday Five question is mine: What are five things you’ll never eat or drink again, if you can help it? I do not believe I am very picky when it comes to food. I was, when younger, but when I moved to Korea, I suddenly was confronted with the fact that I had either to adapt to a completely unfamiliar diet, or eat only the worst of Western foods—for, in Korea as I am sure of many other places, the best of Western food has made no inroads, while the crappiest, most fatty, worthless junk food of the …