Flutterby - forgot to mention: OED = Oxford English Dictionary.
No1 - My parents are both very conservative and very liberal, depending on the issue. When it comes to education, they are all for it. They would never let anything stand in the way of me getting a PhD, if they could help it. When it comes to things like family and marriage, that’s a completely different story. They want me to get a PhD AND settle down with a Nice Korean Boy and have babies.
Must run off to office hours in Des Plaines. Kill me now.
People always look at me crossed eyed when I say we’ll probably be doing a trip in the next year or so…
Hell, when I went in 1981 it wasn’t any better or worse than now- in fact we had somewhat tighter security going through London en route to Ben Gurion because of all the IRA threats then!
To be honest, the time I spent in Israel, when I was 12, was the time I actually felt the most settled and secure ever… it’s amazing to be somewhere where you never have to explain yourself.
So the idea is you’re supposed to be educated out the wazoo, have a dozen degrees but heaven forbid you actually do anything with this education of yours?
Makes sense :rolleyes:
Not picking on your parents. There are far too many perfectly “good” examples of this attitude everywhere :mad:
Maybe if you left out the matzoh? Then again, given that this is the same cuisine that brought us Montreal-style smoked meat sandwiches, I’m willing to forgive all sorts of culinary sins (even bad fudge and kosher non-dairy creamer).
Don’t, you’re giving me cravings and I haven’t had a decent one in years (well, decent as you can get out here, I’ve never actually had one in Montreal so I can’t compare).
Damnit, now I wish I could just hop in the car and drive three hours to the place I used to eat poutine and Montreal smoked meat at all the time.
eats another spice snap cookie to stave off hunger until lunch hour
Okay, so here’s the elements as interpreted by a dream dictionary:
Glass House:
Flattery is likely to hurt you, threatened loss of your reputation.
Being Shot At:
Suggests that you are experiencing some confrontation in your waking life. You may feel victimized in some situation.
Airplane:
Indicates that you will overcome your obstacles and rise above to a new level of prominence and status. You may experience a higher consciousness, new-found freedom and greater awareness.
Liar:
To dream that someone is calling you a liar denotes that you will be irked by some deceitful person.
So, to sum up, I’ll experience confrontation that will make me feel victimized, possibly as a result of flattery by a deceitful person who irks me, but I will overcome and rise above to a new level of status… or something like that. :dubious:
I better have a talking to with my subconscious to make sure it’s all flowery fields and bunnies from here on in.
Has anyone seen **Taters **recently? I’m worried about her with the not eating and losing weight and intense exercise. If you’re out there, Taters, we’re thinking about you!
I don’t think I could live with my parents again, Haze. Starting around grad school time, I found that I couldn’t handle more than a few days at a time with them. But if it’d give you a break from worrying about visas and stuff, do what you have to.
Looks like today’s going to be another forecast fun day. Hope it goes as well as last week’s forecast day! ::fingers crossed::
dreams, as a rule, defy interpretation. They are nothing more than you brain “taking out the garbage”. And the only people who benefit from dream interpretation books are the one who write them. So, write a new one, changing all conventional interpretations into wild and crazy ones, make a fortune, then dream about how to spend your money.
The flowery fields and bunnies (I started to type bunnies and fields…) are never remembered though. At least for me. Most of the ones I remember revolve around being shot at (and one involved a glass house! but it was vampires shooting at us and we were trying to hide in the glass house… what does the dream dictionary say about vampires?).
Dreams are weird, and I usually keep a notebook near me to write them down (on the rare occasion when I remember) but I keep moving it away.
Maple fudge is awesome. Darnit you guys! Still an hour to lunch, and I have chili but now I really really really want some ooey gooey poutine and a montreal smoked meat with a crisp dill… sighs
My Dad is coming over to clean. Kill me, not Haze. He used to chase me (very slowly) around the house with the vacuum cleaner. Very tidy and obsessive-compulsive. And his best reaction to someone else doing something frustrating, like dropping a pot of soup on the floor, is…
“Why did you do that?” (Heavy Japanese accent, outraged tone)
I’m glad Mr. Lissar isn’t at home. He loves my Dad, but Dad’s weird quirks drive him nuts.
Baby’s asleep without opium. Must finish grocery list. Mork, I feel your pain. I like winter, and it’s getting too long. I should have opened all the windows yesterday. Did you know there’s an overnight Winter Storm Warning?
Caraway rye? And smothered in mustard AND pickles! Infidel! Everyone knows that the bread must be light rye and no other, and that the mustard must be HOT mustard, and the pickle always always always goes on the side.
Haze, about 5 years ago I decided to sell my house, move back in with my parents and join the Peace Corps. Getting from my house to the Peace Corps was supposed to take about two years. Well, I never joined and am still here at home! Anyways, just wanted to tell you that it is a bit of an adjustment, but it can be done. You definitely have to weigh the costs with the benefits.
I am SO AGGRAVATED right now. I called the doctor’s office this morning. Apparently the reason that no one called me back yesterday was because there’s only one person who can make referral appointments and she was off yesterday! So, anyways, they told me that she would call me back sometime this morning. Well, morning is gone and nobody has called me yet. It’s highly likely that I’ll head out to the emergency room this evening to circumvent the system of dumbasses that I seem to be stuck in now. I did have a slight fever this morning, I’ve been slightly nauseous throughout the day and the underlying problem hasn’t gone away either. I am so sick of this!!!
LiLi - I’d heard there’s a storm coming. I’m not looking forward to it. I was just rejoicing over the fact that yesterday’s warm temperatures and evening drizzle melted a fair bit of snow, and now we’re going to have it all put right back again. March is just one of those schizophrenic months. I take comfort only in reminding myself that this is all just the harbinger of spring, and nothing beats the new-growth smell of spring.
Flutterby - I had chili for lunch too. I love poutine, but only with real honest-to-goodness gravy. That packaged, caramel-coloured, artificially-flavoured seepage they serve up at most fast food burger joints just does not cut it at all.
mmouse - Never mind, I’m giving myself[ cravings for maple fudge, and I have none to partake of. sigh Montreal smoked meat is best described as peppered pastrami. At least, that’s what it comes closest to for me. I always buy that stuff instead of plain old pastrami 'cos it just makes a better sammich.
Manha[sup]2[/sup] - Light rye? How … pedestrian. Caraway seeds give it a wonderful, savory flavour that does nothing but enhance the overall experience. Light rye is so bland by comparison. Now the mustard – I can actually go either way, yellow or hot, depending on mood. Right now for example I could kill for one with hot mustard. I’ve been craving me some for a while actually. The pickle – I like a bite with each bite of sandwich, so slicing the pickles just eliminates one step in the eating process, thus making it more efficient. Of course, pickle-on-the-side also offers the option to have a bite without pickle, so it does have its advantages. But in that case, it must be a large, garlicky kosher dill with plenty of crunch, for no other pickle is worthy.
:eek: I certainly hope I’m not still there after next year.
It’s not the moving in with my parents part that I’m worried about. If it gets to be too much I’ll just get my own place in Seoul. It’s going back to Korea and having to leave my life here that is somewhat depressing. The entire 11 years I was in Korea, I never, even for a moment, considered settling down there. I was always preparing to come back to the US. And now I have to go BACK. GAH.
It’s not like I was miserable in Seoul, either. It was fine, although obviously I’d rather not live there if I can avoid it. I guess the part that’s making me feel so crappy about the whole thing is that I’m more or less out of options. My status as a non-resident alien is making it difficult for me to settle down here without bending over backwards and jumping through hoops. And I can’t help feeling that it’s unfair, because immigrants who can barely speak the language are getting visas left and right, while I, with an MA from a respectable American school and a better grasp of the English language than most, am unable to get a visa because of the field I’ve chosen to work in (teaching college English).
It’s just really frustrating.
But I’m trying to look at it in a positive light. I’ll be earning a shitload of money and get to spend a year with my family and friends. And I do miss my mom.
Anyway, I’ll shut up now. I really just need to resign myself to the inevitable and make lemonade with the lemons life has thrown at me, to be trite.
Mindy, if you ever find yourself in the wilds of Vaughan, the Centre Street Deli makes a damn good smoked meat, served complete with vinegary coleslaw and kosher dill. Mmmmm.
There’s going to be a storm? AGAIN??? Ugh.
That’s it, I’m going to bed and I’m not getting up again until May is here. I’ve just about had it with this craptacular winter and its neverending snow.
{{Pie}}. Please go see the doc. Nay, a different doc, so that you can get a second opinion on what the heck is going on. I’m such a wuss that I run to get antibiotics at the first sign of UTI… I can’t imagine going for days with that kind of discomfort!
I’m going to pretend that no one has mentioned fudge because I’m watching what I eat and should avoid sweets… la la la… I’m not liiiiiisteeeening.
Then again, given that this is the same cuisine that brought us Montreal-style smoked meat sandwiches, I’m willing to forgive all sorts of culinary sins (even bad fudge and kosher non-dairy creamer).