I've been toying with the idea of resurrecting this blog. Sure, I'm not the strongest writer. But enough of my friends have Blogspot accounts that I feel that my comments to them would be more legitimate if I had posts of my own. So: please leave a comment for this entry whenever you read this; that will be my gauge of how worthwhile it will be to continue this. Now, for some actual content:

Why I love my parents, part 1:
In addition to being totally liberal and understanding and letting me do with my life what I see fit (atypical of Asian parents, many of whom indoctrinate their children with their own ideals), the following exchanges of the past week illustrate just how awesome and sharp my parents are.

1) ME: Mom, I'm going to Madison this weekend to watch the Wisconsin/Davidson game.
MOM: Oh, don't forget your Pepsid! [Note: Pepsid AC, by some unknown mechanism, inhibits the Asian flush associated with alcohol consumption]. The fact that my mother instantaneously made the connection of "Madison --> game on TV at a bar --> alcohol --> minimize social stigma by taking a drug for off-label purposes" makes me very happy.
2) My parents gave me porn star sheets, by which I mean black satin sheets. I don't know what exactly they expected my reaction to be. Unfortunately, the feel is just too weird and after a half week trial period I have switched back to cotton.

Mom and Dad, you are amazing. Consider this my heartfelt salute (despite the fact that you will probably never read this post).