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  • random notes:

    -my legs hurt a little, and it's likely running related... so i will be
    going to see a sports med physician on tuesday of next week. i want to
    do whatever it takes in order to be able to get back out there and run hard.
    good for me though, i did go to the gym tonight and did low-impact
    cardio, and some strength training. i must keep active somehow in lieu of running.

    -it feels soooo good to walk into my apartment on a blazing hot day today knowing that the AC was blasting all
    day. it feels splendid. little things. it's the little things.

    -it's summer! corn on the cob! strawberries! i love it!

    -i walked by a bum today, and he hollered at me, "heeeeey, baby." i
    kept walking, refusing to make eye contact with him which he reacted to by
    saying, "chink ass bitch. keep walking you chink." i stopped and contemplated turning around so that i could kick him in the shin... but i kept on walking. is it wrong to get upset at
    a bum for calling me a chink? i'm not quite sure.

    -why not air these commercials? i don't get it. we're talking about promoting safe sex in a fun/funny manner. come on. best said by a marketing veep @ the company that makes lifestyles condoms, "we always find it funny that you can use sex to sell jewelry and cars, but you can’t use sex to sell condoms." touché. touché. and speaking of condoms- i ordered a snack from delivery service, dc snacks, and at the bottom of the bag of goodies they brought me was a condom. the first time this happened, i thought it was an accident or a joke. but i think it's a regular thing for them. i suppose it's part of their charm. dc snacks is good service though- orders over $10 get free delivery. their prices are a little inflated, but it's a damn convenient service and they are quick, quick, quick!

  • and now, a long posting...

    happy father's day.
    i had a wonderful and lovely day today with my family yesterday
    although i had been a little introspective over the weekend, reflecting
    a bit on the topic of parental units.

    let's start first with last year's scene:

    i am dating
    this guy, and we meet up for a bite to eat. i remember it is the
    NBA finals, so we are sitting in the bar of the red robin on seattle's
    waterfront, eating our burgers, and watching the game. midway
    through the meal, remembering it is father's day, i ask if he
    called his dad. he says yes. and then he asks if i called
    mine.

    i am a
    little taken aback by his question, so i
    respond somewhat defiantly with an, "uhhhhhhh, no." it is one of
    those,
    "duh" type of responses where you give a sharp stare back... and this
    isn't me just being my sometimes overly sassy self. the situation certainly warranted my response. so, i look at him like he has lost his mind,
    and then i sit there quietly for a few minutes. he notices my shift in
    demeanor
    and asks what's wrong. i bite my lip, and finally cave.

    "the reason i
    didn't call my father today," i start in, "is because i can't." another pause. i take a really deep breath. "if you
    recall, he passed away several years ago. so no, i didn't call him. it isn't possible"

    of
    course, apologies begin to ensue for he feels horribly that he has
    forgotten this detail of my life. me, i sit somewhat shocked as it
    isn't just a minor detail. i recap for him the times we've spoken of
    him passing, of the fact that he's no longer here... he remembers, or
    at least perhaps he pretends to, and apologizes again. i am still
    surprised by the faux pas as the vital stats of my parental units...
    it's kind of significant.

    fast forward to present day. i get a
    chuckle out of that incident because i can't imagine how mortified one
    would be to realize they've forgotten the vital stats of someone's
    parent, particularly someone they are dating.

    anyhow, here are some of the things i've had occupying my mind over the weekend...

    one thing that happens when you lose a parent at
    a "younger" age- or at least for me this is the case- is that you become keenly aware of others who have
    experienced something similar. you don't ever assume that anyone has
    both parental units still in tact because you know that others make
    that assumption about you more often than not, and you don't like having to
    explain that that isn't the case.
    for
    example, i don't think i ever ask people, "and where are your parents?" people ask that question all the time of younger individuals when they know they have moved from somewhere or are new to an area. and, i try to be sensitive when it comes to asking people what are
    they doing on mother's/father's days and i actually try not to bring it
    up anymore unless i know with certainty that someone has a positive
    relationship with their parental units who are alive and well.



    something else- i wonder whether people ever
    notice that i grow silent or that i don't contribute to certain
    conversations.
    like
    a few weeks ago, i was sitting around
    waiting for a meeting to start and a colleague began talking about how
    she's the biggest "daddy's girl."
    she tells us about all the festivities she has planned for her dad
    on father's day and others join in with anecdotes relating to their
    relationships with their
    fathers or commentary about gifts they plan to buy... me however, i
    just
    couldn't find a way to
    contribute to the conversation so i sat in silence, mustering a small
    smile and a nod here or there. i think i also let out what i felt to be
    the
    obligatory "ooooh" and
    "aaaaah" where appropriate.

    inside though, i sat there
    wondering if it were possible for me to contribute to the conversation
    at all. would it be weird to say my father
    was
    , or we used to,
    speaking in the past tense? would people understand that me speaking in
    the past tense means i can't speak in the present tense because it just
    isn't possible for
    he isn't here?


    i'm never really shy about telling people, when appropriate, that he
    passed away several years ago. it isn't that difficult although sometimes i find it hard to frame it, especially in the context of a conversation like that. i don't
    know these people very well, and so i didn't know how to communicate
    it. in the end, it just didn't seem necessary.



    and while i'm on this topic, it gets more and more weird to say... it
    was two years ago, three years ago, four years ago, and now almost five
    years ago. and how i count the years is perhaps even more odd. it
    happened around my birthday, so i always subtract the years from my
    age.


    on a lighter note, what i love this year
    is that i have the opportunity to celebrate my siblings on mother's day
    and father's day as they
    each have become a mother and father respectively this year. it's
    exciting to
    celebrate with them, and simply celebrate them as they have entered
    this new phase of their lives. and i like being able to devote the day
    to
    them even if it's in a simple, small way. how nice is it to live near
    family again.

  • 9.54 miles in total but it was run in halves- ran to a field for softball... but by the time i got there, i was too tired to play. hung around for a bit and then ran back home. my leg hurts a bit more. i have to lay low for a bit. the route:

  • i'm winding down at la officina and trying to get myself out of here, but real quickly...

    i've been shocked reading about a DC area judge/attorney who has sued a korean couple who own a NE DC dry cleaner... for a whopping $54 million over a matter related to a disagreement over a pair of pants that Roy Pearson, the judge/attorney, submitted to be altered at Custom Cleaners. the whole matter pisses me off, frankly. so, they may have lost a pair of his pants- that's possible. but that fact is in dispute still. and shit happens anyways. airlines have lost my luggage and you move on. the facts of the case can be found here. it's a waste of tax payer money that this case is in court, and it's a tragedy what this is doing to the Chungs. the lawsuit has pretty much put the them in financial ruin and they are contemplating a move back to Korea. a legal defense fund has been started for the chungs. more info here.

    a decision is likely to be issued next week.

  • time to get rid of this funk! i just came back from lunch and it's hard not to be uplifted and cheery when you're around those who are in such good spirits. i think i'm going to try to end this week with a bang. let's do it.

  • let me ramble for a few moments.


    i've been in an on and off sour mood for a majority of the day (now
    yesterday. thank goodness). i dunno what the entire cause of this funk
    was. little things would uplift me here and there. but at the end of
    the day, i felt beat. defeated. frustrated. jaded. the only two things
    i wanted to do upon leaving work that i knew would be great remedies
    were to go look at and hopefully buy some shoes- i went home with two
    new pairs of flip flops- and then i thought i could get a nice long run
    in. sort out some thoughts. sweat out the funk literally and
    figuratively.



    eagerly, i got home, changed, and stretched. running was so full of
    promise - it was nice and cool outside, breezy which in turn would mean
    minimal sweat and discomfort which hopefully would translate into a
    long, long run. the sun was close to setting, so i thought a twilight
    glow as i ran through the streets of DC would be absolutely perfect.
    but as i hit the pavement, i found that i couldn't last at a slow, slow
    pace for greater than probably a mile. it hurt too much. so i walked,
    and walked... i won't even map it because i know it was a short,
    pitiful distance. the pain in my legs- which surfaced on sunday
    evening- hasn't disappeared. and i'm sad at the thought of seeing the
    weekend come and go without getting any mileage in.



    in lieu of the run, i grab some eats. i come home. i decide i would
    catch up on some domestic chores. i crack open a bottle of wine as a
    hopeful alternative unwinding mechanism. and yes, i'm relaxed now. my
    body is, at least. and it's great to have a fresh stock of staple
    clothing and foundation garments. but i'm still feeling a little funky
    as i think about work and the people around me. and i get increasingly
    tense as i consider what i don't want to accept that i think i'm
    dealing with at work- someone who is of the old boys club mentality.



    issues of race and class surface. i become lost in trying to sort such
    out. and i'm sitting here thinking to myself, i don't dislike white
    people, i really don't. but old boys club, old boys attitudes... it
    makes it hard for me to like old, white men at times. i've had the
    pleasure, correction, i actually have the pleasure of working with some
    great, intelligent, humble and hard working old white men... but of
    course there are exceptions to every rule. and unfortunately, this
    particular old white man doesn't even realize his actions. he doesn't realize what he has been the beneficiary of. he doesn't realize what he is perpetuating and the affect it has on the others who get the short end of the stick. he doesn't
    know that while he may intend well in the sick and twisted way of continuing to perpetuate what he was shown and what he benefited from, his impact is
    off. way off. i want to break the circle, intrude in the club, and let others in who want in. and when you couple that old boys mentality with the fact that this particular
    fella is also oft' times incompetent, it's hard to get motivated to go
    to work tomorrow and deal with it, or rather, him. i am looked to for help. to solve
    related issues. to help counsel him as a leader. to help his staff deal with him as their leader. but i
    have little desire to be affilated in anyway because toxicity from such a situation is contageous. like a plague. and it makes me sour. and i don't know if i'm big enough, professional enough, to put aside his
    ignorance and see him as a person and see the challenge and just do my job. i think i need some grace right now.



    more on this later. or maybe not. i need to brush it off my shoulders. why i care so much, i don't know. i wish i didn't however.

    good night.

  • i want to go to running camp. note to self: go check out new running shoes this weekend.

  • sweet josie.

    my big bro and my newest niece:


    baby josie sleeping:


    my bro, my josie, and new big sister chloe:

  • some thoughts before i go to sleep, prompted be several different conversations today:

    -do we have a finite amount of love to give? in other words, do you consider the love you have to give like a pie chart where you allocate certain amounts to people or things and it adds up to 100 and then you're at maximum capacity? or is our love and ability to give and show love infinite? can you give love equally to as many people as you want without sacrificing the quality of your love? i'd like to think that in order to love well, and show great amounts of love, you don't have to minimize the number of people you have around or confine it to a select few. i'd love to think that you can love many people equally and at the same time in a tremendous and wonderful and explosive manner regardless of the quantity. i'd like to think our love is boundless.

    -fun is what you make of it. the comment to me was this: "i live vicariously through you. your life is a good bit more fun than many others." it took me aback slightly to hear that. but the truth of the matter is that fun just doesn't happen. it doesn't, does it? my reply was that i have fun because i make the effort to find it and have it. you have to make things fun to have fun.

    - there seems to be a scale of sorts when it comes to our attitudes towards love and relationships. it starts out with naivety and idealism. following a negative or jarring experience, perhaps we become realistic about the like. yet on that place in the scale- where one is realistic- you still are optimistic and even a little eager to love and be in a relationship. sliding down further on the scale you find the jaded. these are the people who have seen enough, been through enough, that they no longer look for love and relationships. in fact, you just don't care that much and divert your attention elsewhere. you are open however to the idea if it were to fall in your lap. you are not eager about the idea, but you are open to it.

    and then lastly you have the cynical end of the scale. you are pessimistic. you are a hater. you haven't learned any lessons from the past and there certainly isn't a silver lining to any of the clouds in your life. you can't be happy for others when you see that they've found joy and are experiencing the highs of love and a good relationship. you are bitter.

    where one falls on the scale depends of course on their past experiences... and i imagine that one slides further down the scale towards cynicism as more negative experiences happen. but can one move back towards naivety? is that possible? i'd like to think that i'm probably somewhere near the realistic part of the scale. i'm optimistic about the idea of love and a relationship. not quite eager but open and optimistic about it all. i just hope i never become cynical though.

  • cafe citron for drinks and eats... and then larry's ice cream for dessert. i felt sick at cafe citron- it was either the wings i decided to inhale, or the margarita pitchers we gulped down... either way, i thought i was going to throw up. despite my nausea, i decided to have some ice cream anyways. delicious choice. one scoop of green tea, and one scoop of oreo. i love time with my gal pals though. we can talk about everything and anything- lactose intolerance and the inconveniences of such when dating... hahaha, hilarious.