| - I was 4.3 kg when I was born. (almost 10 lbs!?! whaaat?!)
- how to do my own threading (ladies, holla! that's money in the bank)
- how to make korean pickles
- how to make korean porridge
- that the extra 10 minutes from the airport to the new house is an extra 10 minutes my parents can give me the once (or twice) over and then lecture me about the need to bear many, many children
- what i've been doing wrong in making my beef stock
- instead of oink pigs in korea go gkoorl (i'm not sure how to spell that sound)
- my friend has a very cute baby
|
| |
| has anyone heard of a song... whose first lines kind of sort of go:
"I'm sorry you don't love me... but thank you for your time"?
HELP!!!
|
| |
| One of my favorite things about Los Angeles is the Largo. It's a great, intimate little space where I've seen some fantastic musicians play. I get introduced to a lot of great music, hear wonderful standards, and just really see these incredibly talented performers play music for an appreciative and silent audience. The largo has a strict no talking, no texting, no cell phone during performances policy which makes for a fantastic audio experience. The sad part is that you can't pull out your camera to record stuff. So, let's say you go to the Largo and hear a cover song you love (which I did last night) but you've never heard of it before. You catch a couple lines and commit them to try and google (which I also did) but then google can't give you even the barest of hints as to the title or the original singer.
So basically now I have two lines from a song stuck in my head and no way to find out more about it. this is driving me a little bit nuts. I don't even know how to further try and investigate! argh! this is going to drive me batty.
|
| |
| 
More specifically all the paperwork that follows death. And who will I entrust with my internet passwords so that they can go and shut down my this and other online accounts?
|
| |
