Thursday, July 29, 2004

Great

Great. My blind aunt fell down her doorstep and fractured her other hip. She's now in the hospital and will have surgery at noon. Few years ago, she fell and broke one of her hips. This time, it's the other hip. This means she'll be in a rehab center for up to few months. Auntie June is a strong independent woman who doesn't like being dependent on anyone else for whatever reason. She's slowly learned to accept help from others because it means she can continue to be independent in her own way. Auntie June and I are very close. It's funny how the deaf person and blind person in a family, out of all people, are very close. We have our own way of communicating with each other and understand each other pretty well. We're both fiercely independent and prideful in our own ways. I hope that she gets thru this recovery without any complications. Maybe this will be the last straw that forces her to consider moving into an assisted living residence where she can continue to be independent but have assistance ready right down the hall as needed. We will see how things turn out.

Every Rose Has Its Thorns

Every rose has its thorns. This reminds me of a song Poison wrote during the 80's or 90s about how every rose had its thorns.

I learned this song during one of these silly mandated singing classes during my first year of full-time mainstreaming in Albany as a preteen. I would just stand there and mouth whatever I saw on the music sheet although I had no idea what the heck was being sung. When the teacher wasn't looking, I'd just not mouth-sing. I'd stare at other students singing and how the music teacher was into conducting and directing the class. I also focused on memorizing words to the songs on these music sheets since that was the first time I really became familiar with songs besides patriotic songs sung-signed during morning pledges to the American flag in class.

Back to how every rose has its thorns. While talking with a friend recently, we talked about how the analogy of each rose with its thorns = people with past scars, open wounds, and nurturing self without losing sight, courage, faith, and resilience.

As you may know, roses are beautiful flowers. Yet, all roses have their thorns. Even scars and thorns on these roses can be beautiful although painful. These thorns were part of roses, no matter what, as these roses grew.

No matter how the stem looks with broken-off, budding, and big thorns, the rose is always beautiful.  You may choose to remove these thorns. When these thorns are removed, scars can be left behind. It hurts less than before yet you still see the scars. You don't forget that the thorns were there before. Don't focus on the scars too much and lose appreciation of the whole rose. Yet the rose grows and blooms with and without thorns. It is not easy to feel the pain of these thorns such as past traumas, sufferings, secrets, and putting on a bravado when actually hurting inside. There's always been rose buds and blooming roses inside and outside. Never forget that there are roots, stems, leaves, and flowers within the rose. And, remember to prune as needed, including removing thorns and taking care of injuries so the rose can keep on blooming and thriving even further.  And, remember to smell the roses while you're at it.

Monday, July 26, 2004

Family Tidbits

Am watching "Clean Sweep" on TLC channel right now. It's amazing how much things pack-rat people accumulate within a period of time. My mom's one of them, a career pack rat.

Soon, my mother will be going to Paris on a missionary trip. She'll be doing "some work" with immigrants in the poorer sections of Paris. Afterwards, she'll fly to Budapest, Hungary to visit with Aunt Margie & Uncle Justin for a week or so. This means that my father will have the house to himself for 3 weeks and clean it up as he pleases without mom finding a reason to keep this and that for whatever reason. I'll probably visit him during one of these weekends to drop off my car for servicing and garaging. And, I'd like to spend time with my great aunt and grandmother as well as Dad. I'll have more time during August to visit.  

Friday, July 23, 2004

Hermit Crab Injustice

I recently stopped by a pet store to look for African Cichlid fish and other specific fish and reptile species. I passed a glass box full of hermit crabs and shook my head. The hermit crabs were in shells painted with the American flag, 4th of July wordings, etc. I remembered the first time I saw fake hermit shells. When I was little, I went to the boardwalk down in the Jersey shores. Neon-colored shells were big back then. Last year, during Christmas shopping with my brother, we passed an island kiosk filled with hermit crabs in shells of different themes. You could personalize the shells with your name, favorite pictures, logos, peace signs, rainbows, palm trees, country flags, and so on. I found these appalling. Whatever happened to enjoying the natural beauty of the shells the hermit crabs originally lived in? What kind of creature or products will be commercialized next? *shaking head*

If You Ever See...

If you ever see me waving my hand out of the window of a mini-van, I've gone insane with suburbanitis. While talking with a close friend few weeks ago, she told me that she never imagined herself moving to the suburbs after living in a city for years. She was willing to buy a house, live in a quiet area, etc... One thing she promised herself to draw the line at was owning a mini-van. We did a pinky-swear and promised to never ever buy a mini-van. We all drew the line at that. If kids bring us to the suburbs for whatever reasons, we are never ever going to own a mini-van.

I call people who live in the suburbs Moo Folks. The suburbs is a Moo-Field. If you think about it, when you pass a huge field of cows, the cows look alike. You can't really tell one from another. That goes for people and houses in the suburbs too. The houses usually look similar in the suburbs or at least in neighborhood clusters. There isn't as much diversity, uniqueness, cultures, restaurants, etc in the suburbs in comparsion to cities and urban folks.  Yes, there is some variety within the suburbs. But, it isn't quite as diverse as city life and folks.

Strange Sighting

The other day, I walked past a guy holding a tennis racket that caught my attention. On the string section was a picture of the Star of David instead of the racket brand logo. What's next? Putting a cross or picture of Jesus on the string?

Martha Joke

Someone sent me a bad joke regarding an ad. It went, "Hey Warden! Break out the good china! Martha's in da house!"

Rainy Day

Rain, go away and come back another day.

Am at home drying off after walking 6 long blocks in the heavy rain. The only things missing were shampoo, conditioner, and soap. I could have taken a good shower outside and rinsed off in no time. At one point, I had to wait at an intersection because the frozen traffic (for Lincoln Tunnel) would not divide to allow a blaring firetruck through. I finally crossed the street and went into a deli as a temporary refuge from the rain. I was soaked wet. Then, I walked fast to my apartment. The first thing I did when I got home was to change out of my wet clothes and into warm cozy clothes. I'm now in my favorite striped flannel pants and Dad's old oversized polo t-shirt. The cats are sitting nearby. I'll probably go snuggle under the comforter soon for a short nap. I'm usually not a napper, but, since starting grad school, I love occasional naps. Sleep is precious these days.

As soon as I wake up, I've got to focus on my final paper and 2 midterm papers due by next Tuesday. That's 3-4 days away. Ack! :)

In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy my dry quiet solitude at home.

Saturday, July 17, 2004

Dog Drive

I took Hannah, my beloved silver grey Minature Schnauzer, out for a car ride after I finished helping my parents with their yard sale. Hannah was excited to be in a car with windows down enough for her to stick her head out in the wind as the car went down winding roads. If it was still light out after running errands, I would have taken her to the beach for a romp. I hadn't been to that specific beach since I took my other dog, Charlie, there for her last beach romp and farewell before she was put to sleep 2 years ago. Anyways, Hannah and I went down to the Black Rock Pike to stop by few stores before heading home. It was too dim and dusky for me to drive to the beach. I really enjoyed seeing Hannah happily sticking her head out and wagging her small tail at each person and dog the car passed. By the time we got home, she was tired and went directly to the front door. It took her 9 years to learn how to go straight to the front door without taking long detours through neighbors' yards or anywhere else.
 

Today, while helping my parents with their yard sale, I observed the kind of people who came to the sale. The folks who came in Jaguars, MB, and BMWs were usually the most frugal and cheapest shoppers. The ones who came in older cars and American brands often delighted at the quoted prices and bought more. One rich guy took forever walking around looking at everything while playfully swinging an old wooden bat he eventually bought. It was fun watching the little kids run around and delighting in touching and feeling different things. One small boy found a hat with a fuzzy yarn ball atop, and he just stood there rubbing the ball on his cheek with an appreciative smile. When a mother found sparkly twirling batons with long shiny strings, her daughters ran over with huge eyes and played with them non-stop. Many older ladies were dropped off by their male companions/drivers. The drivers went up the road to the circle thing and came back to park and wait for the ladies to return to their cars. Interesting. The folks were friendly. Their reactions to finding out that I was deaf or hearing my voice answering their lip-read questions/gestures widely varied. Some were sympathic. Some just didn't know what to say, grinned, and walked away. I quickly learned who wld probably do that. Whenever they approached me, I simply pointed them to my parents to talk with them about prices, etc. Some folks just liked to talk with my parents for a long time. Overall, many things were sold. 80% of what wasn't sold by the end of the day went directly to Goodwill and Salvation Army. (Thank goodness because my mother kept on finding things she liked and wanted to keep instead of selling.) 20% of the stuff were put in the basement for storage until the next sale in the fall.
 

I'm staying in town to focus on schoolwork and finally cleaning up that bedroom I no longer recognize. It's not such a pigsty compared to others. I'm usually a neat freak when it comes to bedrooms. But, this one is a tornado-stricken zone for me right now. That will change very soon.
 

My internship will end in about a month. I've really learned a lot during this internship and really enjoy the team I'm interning with. They're seasoned workers who are still learning and growing as workers.  No matter how old you are or how many years you have as a social worker, you still make mistakes, learn from thyself, clients, workers, and the world, ask questions, deal with biases, and are very human. They've known each other for a while, so it's nice to see a coalition of workers who work as a team with complementary skills, trainings, interests, and backgrounds. It really helps me to talk with different workers and learn about their interests, what works and doesn't work for them, their assessment and clinical styles/trainings, and just them as people. Part of me doesn't want to leave. I can imagine working there after graduation. On the other hand, I overall feel ready to leave and move on to a different internship site for more challenges, growth, and training in a different kind of setting with different supervisiors/styles.  The more I learn about differences, the more similarities I see in different lights/angles on different levels within the social work field. It's kinda like a kalidescope (sp?).
 

I think I'll drive back to NYC tonite while there's not much traffic. I love coming into the city at night and seeing the twinkling cityscape and people who walk down the streets at later hours. NYC is so alive 24/7.  

Thursday, July 15, 2004

"Make Nice"

Unfortunately, the R-Men are coming to town. Last night, I passed a sign across from the Madison Square Garden that said below a picture of Ed Koch: "Republicans are coming, make nice." I did a double look and reread it on another sign down the block. Make nice? What exactly did that mean? Make nice out of what? New Yorkers are usually regarded as Democrats save for few pockets of Republican neighborhoods, corporations, etc. Why tell New Yorkers to "make nice?" I'm gonna shrug that off and just keep on walking.

Evening Escapades

Last night, I went to the other side (New Jersey) for a brief escapade. After few adventures in the burbs, returned to NYC. I always get a rush, a sense of peace, and grin like a 5 year old whenever I see the cityscape and enter the city. Home Sweet Home!

Just before entering the Holland Tunnel, an accident took place in the intersection before the toll booths. The lights became red for at least 10-15 minutes. We slowly creeped millimeters down to get a glimpse of what was goign on while watching small yet tall vehicles with huge sirens zoom back and forth across the intersection. They looked and moved like blown-up playskool toy vehicles. After the minor accident was cleared, traffic finally slowly flowed into the one-laned tunnel. The other lane was closed due to construction. I counted about 5 flatbed trucks with port-a-potties hoisted on the beds for the construction workers. It was quite dusty in the tunnel.

We stopped by a place to grab a quick snack. A homeless man in the place was quite animated with other customers. When my friend went to throw out the trash, he gestured to her in an en-vogue style with his hands going up-down then out-in and so on. Looked like he was dancing in the air. At least it was better-looking than the finger wiggling movements dumb hearies make when trying to imitate sign langauge. He was more dimensional and used his arms and facial expression alongside his hand movements.

New Species: Diving Pelicans in Arizona

Peculiar Postings

Bam! Diving pelicans plague Arizona streets
Endangered birds mistake sidewalks, roads for lakesThe Associated Press

Updated: 9:49 a.m. ET July 09, 2004PHOENIX - More than 30 endangered brown pelicans have crashed onto sidewalks and roads in Arizona, mistaking the heat-induced shimmer of the paved surface for lakes and creeks.

“They try to land on the water, but it’s asphalt and it’s ‘Bam! That doesn’t feel so good,”’ said Sandy Cate, director of the Arizona Game and Fish Department’s wildlife center at Adobe Mountain in north Phoenix.

During the past two weeks, the injured pelicans have been found from Yuma to Phoenix, the department said Thursday.

The pelicans have been treated mostly for dehydration and emaciation.

Wildlife experts believe the endangered birds are experiencing a food shortage along the West Coast and are heading to Arizona to find fish.

The sun’s reflection, mixed with hot and cool layers of air create mirages, and the birds mistake smooth pavements for water.

Monday, July 12, 2004

Farts

*foof* *foof* *faoof* *bam* *bang!* *faf* *fof*

I've been releasing sudden machine-gun fart bubble at least once daily for the past 2 weeks. I haven't figured out why. I've gotten used to it. I just hold for the right moment and release my scentless ammo. Tonight, while walking home in the rain and looking at window displays, I decided to go into Duane Reade to buy toothpaste. I was looking at cards for friends when I felt my ammo load up. *FAF* I kept on looking at cards as if nothing happened. Then, I looked to my left and saw a lady trying to keep a straight face. I *foffed* as I walked down the aisle and gave another person nearby a strange look as if accusing that person of releasing noisy ammo air bubbles into the air. Me bad. I'm not going to see these people again, so what's little *faf* music to enlighten them over the elevator music playing from the speakers in the drugsore.

Fireflies

When walking around the deck at a friend's parents' home, I gasped as I saw twinkling lights in the dark. Fireflies! I completely forgot about them. We jumped and walked around catching and releasing them. They're such beautiful beetles. There's nothing like walking barefoot in tall grass watching the firefly light up their flirty lamps. Fireflies light up because they are flirting and wooing for prospective fuckmates. Then, they get it on and take care of business. What a beautiful way to flirt and fuck right in nature.

Sunday, July 11, 2004

Blessed to be Well-Endowed

On Friday, my endowments helped protect me from further injuries. It acted as cushions as I fell down a staircase at the LaGuardia airport. Now they're sore as hell and swollen. I'd take swollen sore breasts, cuts, and bruises anyday now over broken ribs/bones or chest internal injuries from falling down a concrete staircase.

Sleeping Mummy

My roommate's white cat is sleeping like a mummy. She is lying on her back with her paws curled like a mummy. If her paws went out any further, she'd look like a dog that dropped dead and stuck its legs straight in the air.

Thursday, July 08, 2004

Good NY Times Article - The New Cosby Kids

July 8, 2004
GUEST COLUMNIST
The New Cosby Kids
By BARBARA EHRENREICH

t was such a dog-bites-man story that I almost skipped right by: Billionaire Bashes Poor Blacks. The only thing that gave this particular story a little piquancy is that the billionaire doing the bashing is black himself. Bill Cosby has been attacking the poor of his race, and especially the youthful poor, for a range of sins, including using bad words, "stealing poundcake," "giggling" and failing to give their children normal names like "Bill." "The lower-economic people," Cosby announced, "are not holding up their end in this deal."

They let me down, too, sometimes — like that girl at Wendy's who gave me sweet iced tea when I had clearly specified unsweetened. She looked a little tired, but, as Cos might point out: How hard can it be to hold a job, go to high school and care for younger siblings in all your spare moments while your parents are at work?

But it's just so 1985 to beat up on the black poor. During the buildup to welfare "reform" in 1996, the comfortable denizens of think spas like the Heritage Foundation routinely excoriated poor black women for being lazy, promiscuous, government-dependent baby machines, not to mention overweight (that poundcake again). As for poor black youth, they were targeted in the 90's as a generation of "superpredators," gang-bangers and thugs.

It's time to start picking on a more up-to-date pariah group for the 21st century, and I'd like to nominate the elderly whites. Filial restraint has so far kept the would-be Social Security privatizers on the right from going after them, but the grounds for doing so are clear. For one thing, there's a startling new wave of "grandpa bandits" terrorizing rural banks. And occasionally some old duffer works himself into a frenzy listening to Cole Porter tunes and drives straight into a crowd of younger folks.

The law-abiding old whites are no prize either. Overwhelmingly, they choose indolence over employment — lounging on park benches, playing canasta — when we all know there are plenty of people-greeter jobs out there. Since it's government money that allows them to live in this degenerate state, we can expect the Heritage Foundation to reveal any day now that some seniors are cashing in their Social Security checks for vodka and Viagra. Just as welfare was said to "cause poverty," the experts may soon announce that Medicare causes baldness and that Social Security is a risk factor for osteoporosis: the correlations are undeniable.

And the menace posed by the elderly can only get worse, as ever more of them sink into debt. What's eating up their nest eggs? In many cases, drugs. How long before the streets are ruled by geezer gangs mugging us to support their insulin and beta-blocker habits?

All right, before the AARP issues a fatwa against me, could we please acknowledge that the demonization of welfare recipients wasn't based on reality either? Contrary to the stereotype, welfare moms in 1996 averaged two children per family, not six, and in surveys always expressed a desire to work, should child care become available. Incidentally, only a minority of them were African-American.

As for the black youth who so exercise Cosby, their pregnancy rates aren't "soaring," as he reportedly claimed; in fact, they're lower than they've been in decades. Ditto with crime rates. And if Cosby's worried about poor grammar and so forth, why isn't he ranting about the Bush 2005 budget, which would end a slew of programs for dropout prevention, recreation and school counseling?

Or, if he's looking for tantrum fodder, what about the fact that a black baby has a 40 percent chance of being born into poverty? You can blame adults for their poverty — if you're mean-spirited enough — but you cannot blame babies, and that's, in effect, what we're talking about here.

As the sociologist Michael Males, who monitors youth-bashing outbreaks, told me: "Younger black America today is struggling admirably against massive disinvestments in schools, terrible unemployment, harsh policing and degrading prejudices, and they're succeeding amazingly well. They deserve respect, not grown-up tantrums."

But it must be fun to beat up on people too young and too poor to fight back, or the elderly rich wouldn't do it. Cranky old rich people: now there's a demographic group that qualifies as a genuine Menace 2 Society.

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

Surprise....surprise....surprised?

From the newsroom of the Washington Post, Washington, DC, Tuesday, July 6,
2004 .....

Federal Jobs for Disabled Drop

20 Percent Decrease Since '94 Surprises Analysts, Advocates

By Christopher Lee
Washington Post Staff Writer

The number of federal employees with severe disabilities has declined by nearly 20 percent over the last decade, challenging the long-held notion that the federal government is a haven of opportunity for such workers.

In fiscal 2003, federal agencies employed 25,551 workers who were deaf, blind, mentally ill or mentally retarded, or had other serious disabilities, according to the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission. That was a 19.8 percent decrease from 31,860 such federal workers in fiscal 1994, the EEOC
found. The steady decline far surpassed the 7.6 percent reduction in overall civilian federal employment during the period, to 2.42 million workers (including the U.S. Postal Service).

The trend was among many employment issues highlighted in a new annual EEOC report on the federal workforce. The decline is important because the federal government always has striven to be a model employer that is open to everyone, said Catherine McNamara, a lawyer and adviser in the EEOC's Office of Federal Operations.

"The community of people with disabilities is a huge, untapped resource of many, many talented, qualified people who are not being drawn into the workplace," McNamara said. "And as the federal government faces more and more of a challenging world and it is dependent on its employees to meet those challenges, we're going to need to tap as many areas of talent as we can."

The contraction of the disabled federal workforce by nearly one-fifth surprised analysts and advocates for the 54 million Americans with disabilities. Nationwide, 35 percent of individuals with disabilities report being employed full or part time, compared with 78 percent of those without disabilities, according to a recent Harris poll.

Experts both inside and outside the government say they are not sure what accounts for the falling federal numbers. They theorize that more employees retired or left for jobs in a private sector that has grown more welcoming of disabled individuals, that federal recruiting efforts tapered off due to downsizing or that fewer employees are disclosing their disabilities.

"It's certainly a rather shocking decline," said Brewster Thackeray, a spokesman for the National Organization on Disability, an advocacy group. "I'm surprised because our impression has been that the government is making a sincere effort." Doug Gallegos, acting director of the Office of
Affirmative Employment at the EEOC, said officials are studying the issue.

"There has been a lot of downsizing of the federal government. That may play some role in this," he said. "There has been a lot less hiring by the federal government, too, in the last 10 years. The fact that people are doing less hiring may mean that they are not recruiting as much and not recruiting . . . persons with targeted disabilities. But it's kind of preliminary at this point and we don't have anything solid."

Historically, the federal government has been considered a model in attracting and accommodating disabled workers.

The government extended civil rights protections and employment
opportunities to disabled individuals long before the 1990 Americans With Disabilities Act guaranteed equal opportunity for them in public accommodations, private employment, transportation, and state and local government services.

The Rehabilitation Act of 1973 banned discrimination against disabled people in federal hiring and required agencies to develop affirmative action plans to hire and promote more people with disabilities. It mandated that agencies provide "reasonable accommodations," such as interpreters or modified work schedules, to help disabled workers do their jobs. And it required agencies to buy, develop and maintain "accessible electronic and information technology," such as voice recognition software and computer screen readers.

Such laws, as well as federal hiring policies, have helped Mary Jean Secoolish and thousands of others with disabilities carve out successful careers in public service. Secoolish, who is deaf, is a supervisory attorney in the EEOC's Office of Federal Operations and has worked full time for the agency since 1985.

EEOC managers have always been supportive, Secoolish said. But her
introduction to federal service, as an intern at the Justice Department in 1980, was not a positive one. Secoolish's boss learned she was deaf when she introduced herself on her first day, her government-provided interpreter in tow.

"He doesn't realize that the interpreter interprets everything he says," Secoolish recalled in an interview. "[H]e turns around and he says, 'What am I going to do with her?' "

Secoolish eventually won the boss over with her hard work, and later workplace experiences were better. A supervisor at EEOC once quashed complaints by subordinates that Secoolish was getting favored treatment because she did not have to review legal cases with audiotaped depositions.(She handled cases with transcripts instead.)

"I never failed to pull my share of the work, and he knew that," she said.

Although Secoolish considers the federal workplace receptive to people with disabilities, she said officials could do more to publicize job openings and the special rules that allow disabled applicants to bypass much of the cumbersome federal hiring process. "The application process to government jobs is very intimidating," she said. "I don't think that they advertise that they are looking for people with disabilities." Melanie Brunson, executive director of the American Council of the Blind, said newer technology used in government offices is not always
as accessible to disabled individuals as it should be. And one of the biggest problems is a lack of awareness by human resources officials of the capabilities of people with disabilities, Brunson said.

"No matter what the law says, I think there's a certain number of people who are going to shy away from hiring somebody with a disability because they are not going to know how to cope with it," she said.

W. Roy Grizzard Jr., assistant secretary of the Office of Disability Employment Policy in the Labor Department, said the success of the Americans With Disabilities Act, which opened many private-sector doors, may help explain the decline in disabled federal workers.

"A lot of those people are being hired in private industry," he said.

The Bush administration, through the New Freedom Initiative, is promoting opportunities for disabled people by increasing access to technology, integrating disabled people into the workforce, and expanding educational and transportation options, Grizzard said. One such effort is a recruitment program that this year will provide more than 340 students or recent graduates with summer internships in government offices, he said. About 15
percent of the participants get permanent government jobs, Labor officials said.

Agency leaders also are personally encouraging the hiring of individuals with disabilities, he said. A May 24 memo from Labor Secretary Elaine L. Chao and Defense Secretary Donald H. Rumsfeld urged agency heads to take part in the summer jobs program.

"There is a concerted effort in this administration to begin to turn that ship around," Grizzard said. The federal employment Web site, USAJobs (www.usajobs.opm.gov), has assistive technology such as screen readers to ensure that job listings are accessible to everyone, said Michael Orenstein, a spokesman for the Office of Personnel Management.

Also, OPM Director Kay Coles James has proposed changing hiring rules for people with disabilities to remove a requirement that the Department of Veterans Affairs or a recognized rehabilitation agency certify that job seekers are disabled, he said. The proposal would allow other federal agencies to certify a disability in some cases.

"If it's clearly obvious that the person has a disability, then why run them through the wringer of having to get things certified?" Orenstein said. "It's bureaucracy at its worst."

Peter Blanck, a law professor who is director of the Law, Health Policy & Disability Center at the Iowa College of Law, said employment opportunities for the disabled need to be improved across the board, and the federal government is no exception.

"The government has typically been a model for hiring and accommodating and has led the way for the private sector," he said. "And my hope would be that in the federal government we would not be seeing negatives."

© 2004 The Washington Post Company

Living as a Well-Endowed Woman

A friend of a fellow blogger recently talked about life with big breasts and the luxuries that came with having big breasts (e.g., bra/breast-shaping options). I related with her since I'm well-endowed myself. I wear minimizer bras to make my bosom buddies look smaller. When I wear a bra that shows my true size and gives a wonderful lift (e.g., when going to parties or out for the night), my stomach suddenly looks smaller, and I look like I'm lifting myself to heaven when in truth I'm just revealing my true size, shape, and sensuality. It's as if my breasts came out of the closet and showed its true size and nature. Clothes do funny things to reveal and disguise your body and true shape.

Someone once asked me if I had names for my breasts. The truth is that I don't. I don't name my breasts like some people name their cars or other assets. I simply call them my breasts. Don't get me wrong. My breasts are definitely assets for me. Naturally, there are drawbacks to being well-endowed. Yet, the benefits certainly outweight the drawbacks.

Drawbacks
(1) the need to adjust breast positioning in bed,
(2) being extra-careful when cooking or repairing something, especially when not wearing a bra to rein them in or at least provide an extra layer of protection,
(3) extra weight,
(4) search for the perfect supportive bra that doesn't leave a strain on your shoulders, ache your back, or hurt anywhere....and is comfy to wear without looking like a grandmother or someone who bought a cheap non-supportive bra at kmart.... and the price is within a reasonable price range,
(5) risk of discovering people who might just appreciate your breast size a little too much and more than the rest of you during sex,
(6) dealing with gravity a little sooner than less-endowed fellow women....

Benefits -
(1) It's okay to blame any slight weight gain on your breasts
(2) Attention
(3) Cleavage
(4) cushion/padding when something hits you in the chest
(5) will continue this during a future blog....need to get going.

Poodles

What is it with rich people and poodles? Yesterday, I watched the Travel Channel's "Ultimate Luxuries," a show about millionaires who pay plenty for luxury, privacy, and excessive pampering. I support the notion of enjoying the rewards of wealth. However, I have never quite understood why some folks have a tendency to go for poodles. What do these poodles symbolize? I don't get it.I just don't see what the poodles symbolize as "prized pets" other than being dogs. Is there history behind poodles place in society dating back to earlier centuries? There are other canine breeds of greater caliber, prestige, and class than poodles.

Tuesday, July 06, 2004

Ideal NYC Apartment

* Location: East Village, Gramercy Park, Union Square South, Midtown West/Clinton Hills (away from Theatre district), Upper West Side, & Morningside Heights.
* Amenities: Central AC, both wood and carpet floors, ample closet space, good light appliances, windows, balcony or courtyard, 2+ bedrooms, separate kitchen, bathroom with full-size tub and shower, living room, and foyer.
* Pets allowed (including fish tanks)
* Has elevator
* Conveniently located near subway lines, stores, dog runs,and neighborhood spots ... on a quiet tree-lined street with diverse neighbors, families, children, and on and off-street parking options available

Interesting Tidbits

For those of you who know me, I love documentaries and watching certain channels - PBS, Discovery, National Geography, etc. Last week, while vegging out on the couch after completing a big final paper, I unwinded by watching National Geography Channel's "Nightmares of Nature." a roommate walked into the room and shook her head with a huge grin when she saw what I was so excited about and watching. The show caption said that it was about "reptiles and amphibians are feared for their ability to kill humans." It presented fascinating facts and dispelled myths about certain creatures that humans are often scared of. I'm terrified of spiders yet can't help watching documentaries about them. I love snakes yet feel scared about them when watching them on TV sometimes, especially after visiting that snake exhibit at the San Diego Zoo few years ago. That visit was the first time I truly felt fear toward some snakes. Anyways, here are interesting tidbits I'd love to share with you.

* Rattlesnakes are deaf. They sense and relate with the world through "reading" heat, vision, etc.

* Most snakes are not venomous at all for humans. Few snake species have fangs too far in the back of their mouth to be able to bite humans.

* 8000 snake bites take place throughout North America annually. That includes Canada and Mexico. Snakes bite only in defense, and they do not deliberately attack or seek out humans.

* Cobras span out their hood only as a way of communicating to back off. They cannot strike further than the length of their hood. They don't jump 20 feet, let alone 7 feet, in air toward you.

* People rarely die from tarantula bites. Those who do are children who are much smaller. People who are bitten usually feel sore at the bite site for up to 12-48 hours, depending on the specific tarantula species. It's sore because the tarantulas have much larger and thicker fangs than their spider counterparts. Their vemon work only on small creatures. We don't die from their venom which isn't really venomous to us human beings. People who die actually die from an allergic reaction to the tarantula's hair. Tarantulas release their rear hair as a defense before biting or in reaction to something. Most who die are spider lovers who kissed their spiders (on their hair) or stroked from the wrong angle when the spider released their hair as a defense. For others who aren't allergic, they just itch and scratch for 1-2 days.