"LOVE"
Excerpted from an e-mail from Zara.
A few days ago, I put a wedding picture of you two in Zess's album
and said "This is Uncle Adam & Aunt plasticann". She said (and I quote) "I
love them!" !
How can we possibly feed hyperactivity inducing finger JELLO to Little Zess who loves us. I'm racked with guilt.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Totally NOT Loaded
The following is a reconstructed conversation between plasticann, Zhor and a classmate [Mr.Z] about one of our other classmates, let's call him Mr.Loaded, at BIT.
Mr.Z: Oh yeah, Mr.Loaded is totally loaded.
plasticann: ...How do you know?
Mr.Z: His clothes, the kind if car he drives....
plasticann: He has a car? I don't have a car. Do you have a car?
Zhor: Yeah, you have a T-pass.
plasticann: Gosh and I thought I was living the life by upgrading to a Combo pass. Now I can ride the bus, not just the subway.
The following is a reconstructed conversation between plasticann, Zhor and a classmate [Mr.Z] about one of our other classmates, let's call him Mr.Loaded, at BIT.
Mr.Z: Oh yeah, Mr.Loaded is totally loaded.
plasticann: ...How do you know?
Mr.Z: His clothes, the kind if car he drives....
plasticann: He has a car? I don't have a car. Do you have a car?
Zhor: Yeah, you have a T-pass.
plasticann: Gosh and I thought I was living the life by upgrading to a Combo pass. Now I can ride the bus, not just the subway.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Shaping up to be a bad influence
Mama and Papa Z were in town for Thanksgiving from sunny NoCal. We enjoyed lots of desserts [lemon cake, apple cake, cheesecake, Beard Papas], food [all the fixin's], games [Bohnanza] and even a movie [RENT]. We heard lots of cute stories about precocious "Little Zess," who is no longer "Baby Zess" now that she's been supplanted by "Baby Zames." Granted she's two, Zess, apparently, does not know about "candy." She had a ball trick-or-treating this year, but was none the wiser when her loot mysteriously disappeared. There's also something fishy going on about TV, but our main takaway was no gifts of candy for Zess this Christmas. We don't think there's a party line on "JELLO," but before I forget, booze or cigarettes are also offlimits, child endangerment or something.
Mama and Papa Z were in town for Thanksgiving from sunny NoCal. We enjoyed lots of desserts [lemon cake, apple cake, cheesecake, Beard Papas], food [all the fixin's], games [Bohnanza] and even a movie [RENT]. We heard lots of cute stories about precocious "Little Zess," who is no longer "Baby Zess" now that she's been supplanted by "Baby Zames." Granted she's two, Zess, apparently, does not know about "candy." She had a ball trick-or-treating this year, but was none the wiser when her loot mysteriously disappeared. There's also something fishy going on about TV, but our main takaway was no gifts of candy for Zess this Christmas. We don't think there's a party line on "JELLO," but before I forget, booze or cigarettes are also offlimits, child endangerment or something.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
5. Time Tags
Maker of some of my favorite cool finds, Vessel has created a wearable speck of a digital clock called the Time Tag. Reviewers on Amazon do warn users to remember to remove the time tag before laundry time. This reminds me of a recent "discussion" Adam and I had about our household laundry protocol. I was unaware that pockets of clothes in the basket should be checked before washing, I've always assumed pockets have already been emptied prior to clothes landing in the basket. This miscommunication about laundry procedures meant I found a squishy lump in a pocket post washing and was afraid the lump would be something gross like a banana peel [not that Adam leaves bananas in his pockets]. It was a close call, but the suspicious squishy lump turned out to be a packet of Kleenex. Whew!
Maker of some of my favorite cool finds, Vessel has created a wearable speck of a digital clock called the Time Tag. Reviewers on Amazon do warn users to remember to remove the time tag before laundry time. This reminds me of a recent "discussion" Adam and I had about our household laundry protocol. I was unaware that pockets of clothes in the basket should be checked before washing, I've always assumed pockets have already been emptied prior to clothes landing in the basket. This miscommunication about laundry procedures meant I found a squishy lump in a pocket post washing and was afraid the lump would be something gross like a banana peel [not that Adam leaves bananas in his pockets]. It was a close call, but the suspicious squishy lump turned out to be a packet of Kleenex. Whew!
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Way Meta
Steve & Co. went to Magnolia's for Zang's b-day. The following is a reconstructed conversation by way of Steve at Magnolia's
George: You know that plasticann blogged about Magnolia's
Steve: Really, what did they order?
George: They ordered three dishes for four people.
I'm impressed with George's memory of inane details and honored that he does read this blog afterall. Happy Birthday Zang!
Steve & Co. went to Magnolia's for Zang's b-day. The following is a reconstructed conversation by way of Steve at Magnolia's
George: You know that plasticann blogged about Magnolia's
Steve: Really, what did they order?
George: They ordered three dishes for four people.
I'm impressed with George's memory of inane details and honored that he does read this blog afterall. Happy Birthday Zang!
Friday, November 18, 2005
Beard Papa Take 2
I was feeling footloose and fancy free on Wednesday so I went down to Government Center and snagged a box of Cream Puffs for Adam's office, 9 vanilla and 3 Belgian chocolate. The cream puffs went pretty fast, but not fast enough in my opinion. I tried the chocolate and I think the vanilla is still the best. The following is a reconstructed conversation/situation about a married couple, Andrew and Val:
Location: The office where the cream puffs are.
Adam: Hey Andrew, did you get one of these cream puffs?
Andrew: No, I'm glad I stopped in again before I left.
[few minutes later...Andrew comes dashing back into the office]
Andrew: I have to get another one of these for Val.
Adam: Oh, is this one for her?
Andrew: No, it's for me, she's eating my cream puff.
On the flip side, the following is a conversation recontructed using details from Andrew and Val.
Location: Andrew and Val are in their car pulling out of the parking lot heading home.
Andrew: Val, this cream puff is really good, you wan't a bite?
Val: [polishing off the cream puff] this is really good.
Andrew: [pulling out of the parking lot] I'm going to get another one.
Val: But, we're on our way home.
Andrew: Let's pull around the corner and I'll run in the front door.
Andrew drives around the corner and sprints in for yet another cream puff. See first conversation for details. The End!
I was feeling footloose and fancy free on Wednesday so I went down to Government Center and snagged a box of Cream Puffs for Adam's office, 9 vanilla and 3 Belgian chocolate. The cream puffs went pretty fast, but not fast enough in my opinion. I tried the chocolate and I think the vanilla is still the best. The following is a reconstructed conversation/situation about a married couple, Andrew and Val:
Location: The office where the cream puffs are.
Adam: Hey Andrew, did you get one of these cream puffs?
Andrew: No, I'm glad I stopped in again before I left.
[few minutes later...Andrew comes dashing back into the office]
Andrew: I have to get another one of these for Val.
Adam: Oh, is this one for her?
Andrew: No, it's for me, she's eating my cream puff.
On the flip side, the following is a conversation recontructed using details from Andrew and Val.
Location: Andrew and Val are in their car pulling out of the parking lot heading home.
Andrew: Val, this cream puff is really good, you wan't a bite?
Val: [polishing off the cream puff] this is really good.
Andrew: [pulling out of the parking lot] I'm going to get another one.
Val: But, we're on our way home.
Andrew: Let's pull around the corner and I'll run in the front door.
Andrew drives around the corner and sprints in for yet another cream puff. See first conversation for details. The End!
Monday, November 14, 2005
The Zakuns Take Manhattan
Adam and I stayed with MGDub this weekend and we had a blast. I'm already missing MGDub, but it sounds like she's learning lots of cool stuff in film school. MGDub was a lovely host generously feeding us tea and english muffins, but Adam and I learned early on in our visit that some items were "off limits." These food items, mini cartons of orange juice, were "imported" from Allentown and supposed "unavailable" in NYC so they had to be "rationed." The following is a reconstructed conversation about MGDub's mini OJs.
plasticann: Have you checked if D'agostino's has the mini OJs? We've walked by two of them in the last few minutes.
MGDub: No! The mini OJs are no where to be found. They don't even have the plastic jugs of OJ, they only have cartons.
plasticann: Well, you've only been to two stores in your neighborhood, surely somewhere someone has mini OJs and OJ jugs. Hey, there's a D'agostino's across the street.
MGDub: Should we go in and check?
Adam: Yeah! Let's do it.
...wandering around inside the stores...
MGDub: See, no OJ anywhere.
Adam: Maybe over here. Look, they have jugs of OJ and mini OJs.
MGDub: I can't believe it.
plasticann: [laughing]
Adam: Let's see what else they have here, maybe we can get MGDub those breakfast bars she claims don't exist in NYC.
...in the breakfast bar aisle...
MGDub: See, they only have the Apple Cinnamon and I don't like those.
Adam: Well, this label says they carry strawberry, they just ran out so you should check back.
MGDub: It's too far from my apartment, it has to be 3 blocks away for me to check back.
...later in the evening...
MGDub: I still can't believe they actually sell mini OJs.
Note: Because I blogged about the mini OJs, I've been warned ahead of time that MGDub will be telling an embarrassing story about me.
Adam and I stayed with MGDub this weekend and we had a blast. I'm already missing MGDub, but it sounds like she's learning lots of cool stuff in film school. MGDub was a lovely host generously feeding us tea and english muffins, but Adam and I learned early on in our visit that some items were "off limits." These food items, mini cartons of orange juice, were "imported" from Allentown and supposed "unavailable" in NYC so they had to be "rationed." The following is a reconstructed conversation about MGDub's mini OJs.
plasticann: Have you checked if D'agostino's has the mini OJs? We've walked by two of them in the last few minutes.
MGDub: No! The mini OJs are no where to be found. They don't even have the plastic jugs of OJ, they only have cartons.
plasticann: Well, you've only been to two stores in your neighborhood, surely somewhere someone has mini OJs and OJ jugs. Hey, there's a D'agostino's across the street.
MGDub: Should we go in and check?
Adam: Yeah! Let's do it.
...wandering around inside the stores...
MGDub: See, no OJ anywhere.
Adam: Maybe over here. Look, they have jugs of OJ and mini OJs.
MGDub: I can't believe it.
plasticann: [laughing]
Adam: Let's see what else they have here, maybe we can get MGDub those breakfast bars she claims don't exist in NYC.
...in the breakfast bar aisle...
MGDub: See, they only have the Apple Cinnamon and I don't like those.
Adam: Well, this label says they carry strawberry, they just ran out so you should check back.
MGDub: It's too far from my apartment, it has to be 3 blocks away for me to check back.
...later in the evening...
MGDub: I still can't believe they actually sell mini OJs.
Note: Because I blogged about the mini OJs, I've been warned ahead of time that MGDub will be telling an embarrassing story about me.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Igloos
A reconstructed of an incredibly insightful class discussion debunking cultural misperceptions. The innocent are somewhat protected.
Zhor: Well, a cultural myth about Alaska is that we live in igloos. No one lives in an igloo.
Zheng: Don't penguins in cartoons live in igloos?
Zielo: Penguins can't build igloos, that's silly.
Zhor: No, penguins do not live in igloos. No one lives in igloos, it's just not true.
Zheng: Penguins don't live in igloos???
Thanks to Zhor, I'm aware of the cultural taboos of Alaska and I know never to mention igloos and penguins to an Alaskan.
A reconstructed of an incredibly insightful class discussion debunking cultural misperceptions. The innocent are somewhat protected.
Zhor: Well, a cultural myth about Alaska is that we live in igloos. No one lives in an igloo.
Zheng: Don't penguins in cartoons live in igloos?
Zielo: Penguins can't build igloos, that's silly.
Zhor: No, penguins do not live in igloos. No one lives in igloos, it's just not true.
Zheng: Penguins don't live in igloos???
Thanks to Zhor, I'm aware of the cultural taboos of Alaska and I know never to mention igloos and penguins to an Alaskan.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
4. What Zess won't be getting for X-mas
Since we already got her one of these cute retro tricycles for her birthday, I can put this tricycle on my list. Zara reports that Zess is a bit too small for her tricycle, her feet don't touch the pedals, but she enjoys sitting on the tricycle. Grandpop Zakun plans on modifying her tricycle with some blocks so she can pedal around the house.
Since we already got her one of these cute retro tricycles for her birthday, I can put this tricycle on my list. Zara reports that Zess is a bit too small for her tricycle, her feet don't touch the pedals, but she enjoys sitting on the tricycle. Grandpop Zakun plans on modifying her tricycle with some blocks so she can pedal around the house.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
3. Where is Coco Going?
Unlike Bitter With Baggage Seeks Same [BWBSS], this one's actually appropriate for kids. For the sassy adults, stick with BWBSS, it's a classic.
2. Going For The Bronze
The Sequel to BWBSS...enough said.
Unlike Bitter With Baggage Seeks Same [BWBSS], this one's actually appropriate for kids. For the sassy adults, stick with BWBSS, it's a classic.
2. Going For The Bronze
The Sequel to BWBSS...enough said.
Friday, November 04, 2005
That time of the year will quickly be upon us...
...holiday gift giving. I was all out of ideas last year because two years ago, I counted down 100 gift ideas on this blog. This year, I'm aiming low by counting up so we'll start with idea number 1 and see how far this goes. Now that I'm a MBA student "busy concocting ways to further contribute to society's ills and bolstering capitalism," I do not promise that gifts will make the list only after this year's recipients have received that particular gift. Simply put, I have purchased zero gifts and I don't have a solid plan of action this year. Gift cards to the grocery store may be a distinct possibility. I'm sure Little Zess and Baby Zames would love the a gift card to their local grocery store. Afterall, babies need to drink milk and organic is pretty pricey. On the upside, I'll post photos of gift ideas thanks to the technological improvements. [drumroll please]
1. The Cubes
Kinda like a "dollhouse," introduce your child to reality with their own cubicle.
...holiday gift giving. I was all out of ideas last year because two years ago, I counted down 100 gift ideas on this blog. This year, I'm aiming low by counting up so we'll start with idea number 1 and see how far this goes. Now that I'm a MBA student "busy concocting ways to further contribute to society's ills and bolstering capitalism," I do not promise that gifts will make the list only after this year's recipients have received that particular gift. Simply put, I have purchased zero gifts and I don't have a solid plan of action this year. Gift cards to the grocery store may be a distinct possibility. I'm sure Little Zess and Baby Zames would love the a gift card to their local grocery store. Afterall, babies need to drink milk and organic is pretty pricey. On the upside, I'll post photos of gift ideas thanks to the technological improvements. [drumroll please]
1. The Cubes
Kinda like a "dollhouse," introduce your child to reality with their own cubicle.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Random Musings About Social Behavior
I was sitting on a bench at school yesterday when I spotted a plastic folding table across the way. I dragged it over to the bench and two of us used it as a desk. Soon, a third joined our official looking laptop row. As we tapped away at our respective computers, countless classmates started to stop by and ask, "Are you signing people up for an activity?" It reminded me of a chilly winter night when MGDub and I got locked out of her car in Harvard Square after seeing The Hours. We had to huddle in one of the parking lot attendant booths to avoid the frigid weather as we waited for the locksmith to come. Sure enough, people started stopping buy to pay us for their parking. Years ago, plasticmom and I were in Japan waiting in line for a afternoon tea buffet. We were early so we just stood around outside the entrance. Twenty minutes later, we noticed a neat line had formed right behind us, upt the stairs, around the corner and down the hall. The orderly behavior was very impressive.
I was sitting on a bench at school yesterday when I spotted a plastic folding table across the way. I dragged it over to the bench and two of us used it as a desk. Soon, a third joined our official looking laptop row. As we tapped away at our respective computers, countless classmates started to stop by and ask, "Are you signing people up for an activity?" It reminded me of a chilly winter night when MGDub and I got locked out of her car in Harvard Square after seeing The Hours. We had to huddle in one of the parking lot attendant booths to avoid the frigid weather as we waited for the locksmith to come. Sure enough, people started stopping buy to pay us for their parking. Years ago, plasticmom and I were in Japan waiting in line for a afternoon tea buffet. We were early so we just stood around outside the entrance. Twenty minutes later, we noticed a neat line had formed right behind us, upt the stairs, around the corner and down the hall. The orderly behavior was very impressive.
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