I posted a picture of me holding a sketchbook with easily replaceable content. Hilarity ensued.
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I was originally going to post this on Twitter, but thought it would need more explanation and links than 140 characters would allow.
From the multi-colored mouth-spew of Flickr’s panda I found a tiny couple dancing on waffles that helped me find true romance.
Sometimes constraints help bring out the creativity in people, but it also makes them appear more crazy. This is one of those times that a short blog entry will encourage people to look at that Flickr set instead of making them un-follow me.
In Tagalog, Lolo means grandfather and Lola means grandmother. Usually these titles are suffixed with their names (Tom and Josefina), but as I spent more time with my paternal grandparents growing up than my maternal ones, they are simply called “Lolo and Lola”.
I was very fortunate to grow up in the same city as most of my extended family, but even more fortunate that my grandparents made family the highest priority. They are very generous and active in the community (they are members of several clubs and have received numerous, numerous awards for their contributions) but as a granddaughter I can just feel that if I was for want of anything in the world, they would try their hardest to give it to me. Why else would they have stocked up on sugary cereals (even those fun little self-serve boxes) they wouldn’t eat themselves, but in anticipation for their grandchildren coming over. Why else would they without fail always given me something to take home after a visit, whether it be a thoughtful gift acquired and saved until the next meeting, or my favorite food prepared lovingly in anticipation.
As I write informally for this blog post, I have to stop myself because if I don’t think there is enough internets to capture all the wonderful things Lolo and Lola have done for me and what they mean to me. Let’s rein myself back into the present and in standard blog writing.
Today my husband went on an outdoor excursion with his father, so I made plans to visit my grandparents to collect the remainder of the crabapples on their tree and to visit. It used to be that holidays and birthdays were the primary reasons for visiting, but I can always see how happy they are to see me and am making an effort to make my visits more regular. Several things today made me smile, and here are the top five of them:
- Lolo says the best things, and says them very matter-of-factly. In fact one of the highlights of my last visit with my cousins was that one of us (Geoff) is now starting to make “Lolo jokes”. Lola needed something to store the picked crabapples in, so emptied an occupied basket for our use. It had a ribbon on it from its last use. Upon seeing this, my Lolo remarked, “Well that’s really cute. But it’s not going to hold anything.”
- Matching clothes. I always wondered why my two aunts dressed very similarly, almost to the point of looking like twins. While I still don’t understand it, I have learned to accept that it is a “Lola thing” and has become very endearing. (An example of matching: a picture of my cousin and I wearing similar-to-the-point-of-matching dresses for my grandparents’ anniversary.) While picking crabapples I was getting annoyed and uncomfortable with branches and twigs getting caught in my hair. I asked Lola for a hat, and she returned with two matching ones, one for her, one for me.
- Remembering birthdays. I have a lot of cousins, and even though Lola is past her mid-seventies, she can remember the birthdays and even birthstones of each of my cousins. She was showing me her jewellry (that she said she’d give to her grandchildren when she dies and made me sad) and showed me a family ring set with birthstones of her children and grandchildren’s gemstones. I can barely remember birthdays and need to rely on Facebook for reminders, yet my grandmother shows that she cares by remembering the day each of her children and grandchildren were born.
- Food. If anyone knows me, they know I am a sitophile almost to the point of obsession. Food has been such an integral part of my upbringing, and Lolo and Lola’s house is so renowned for always having something cooking or cooked to offer anyone who enters. Whenever you leave their home, your clothes smell like food. I mentioned a while ago that sinigang was my favorite Filipino food, and now whenever I visit they make it for me.
- Wisdom. My grandparents have demonstrated through example what the importance of family means to them, as well as the importance of a good education and giving back to the community. But during these visits I have also been hearing little gems of wisdom that I want to keep. When asking Lolo about his preference between Obama and McCain, he mentioned that he admired McCain because of his military experience. ”During my time in the Philippine Military Academy I learned about decision making. When you make a decision, you follow through with it. If you make a bad decision, you continue to move forward but remember to not make that decision again. I have learned not to depend on others’ decision-making.” Moving forward and growing despite mistakes is much better than being immobilized by indecision.
- Yes, I said this would be a list of five, but do you really think I could stick to just five? This is like a bonus item for all the extra things I want to share:
- My grandfather eats Scotch Bonnet peppers. He showed me a large bag of them he keeps in the freezer to add to his cooking. He also puts chili peppers in his bottle of vinegar for extra heat. No blended-grandpa food for mine.
- My gradmother lost four pounds and has beautiful skin.
- My grandfather participated in a poetry jam written in Tagalog.
- My grandmother, despite her arthritis and knee surgery, performed an Indian traditional wedding dance.
- My grandmother does custom beading for her party clothes.
- I’m pretty sure my grandparents go to parties more often than me.
Staying true to the theme of this blog (randomness), this is a convoluted tale with no purpose at all.
I’ve coveted an iPhone since I started work at Applied. Lack of foresight has caused me to be locked in a three-year contract with Bell, which would cost me $400 to cancel plus entering a service plan with Rogers with a cell phone bill double what I pay now. An iPhone is not an appropriate purchase for me at the moment.
Next best thing? An iPod Touch. I managed to swing a used 16GB model that I can gleefully call my own and fill with apps and fun times. Of course, it needs a name. Here is where the story randomness begins.
My first introduction to the internet was for social purposes (which is my primary draw to it now), and my handle in chat rooms was Lady Neptune (being heavily influenced by Sailor Moon at the time and paying homage to my Piscean influences). When I got my MacBook Pro, I chose to name it “Despina” after one of Neptune’s moons. Fitting, I thought, since a moon in my mind is a peripheral and mobile thing. I wanted to name my iPod touch after another of Neptune’s moons, but after discovering the moon Nereid and its mythological connections, I thought it would be further appropriate to name my peripheral’s peripheral after these sea nymphs (also, I can use the names of the primary moons for computers as opposed to mobile devices). There are over ninety listed on Wikipedia.org, which might also be fitting given the fact that I’ll probably be cycling through iPods and iPhones as time goes on. I clicked on Erato. Not only is Erato the name of a Nereid, but it is also the Muse of lyric poetry. Did I also mention that Muse is my favorite band? I plan to name my eventual iPhone Galatea since it is another Nereid, the name of one of Neptune’s moons, and due to the name’s connection with Pygmalion, implies an obsessive love with an inanimate object that can be crafted to a desired form.
The end.
Can you imagine the thought process involved if/when I name my first-born?

I saw the notification in Twitteriffic and was outraged but thrilled but laughing at the same time.

The original tweet:
The result, from Twitter is Penis:
UPDATE: I wrote the kind people at Twitter Is Penis an email, and they even wrote back to me!
I used to draw a lot. Now I don’t so much anymore. I want to draw something, but don’t know what. If anyone reads this and submits a comment containing an idea of what to draw, I’ll draw it and share it in my next post.
@humantorch wins:
I love soma.fm’s Groove Salad more than Oprah Winfrey loves bacon.
I usually don’t wear a watch. I always have my cell phone with me (even if I don’t answer it, heh) and if not I’m always near a computer. After reading free Oxygen magazines I’ve determined that I should probably find out what my real heart rate is when I do cardio, since the machine downstairs is broken. It says that I’m at 70-90, but that’s more or less what a person’s resting heart rate is. Anyways, we went to Sport Chek at Beacon Hill and I picked up a Mio Shape watch.

Mio Shape
The box had a price sticker stating $149.99, but the computer at the till said $39.99, so I’m pretty sure I lucked out with this purchase. Not only does it have a heart rate monitor, but I can also track my calorie intake and expenditure, compare it to my target caloric intake, AND it tells time.
I’m looking forward to trying this out during my morning cardio routine tomorrow. In the meantime I’m reading the extensive health and fitness suggestion manual that came with the watch, and trying to determine if a resting heart rate of 56 is healthy or if I’m really a zombie.
— Edit August 24 —
Whohoo! The chart at the bottom of this heart rate page suggests that I am not a zombie and even lists me as “athlete”! While I still want to chalk up this reading as being tired right now and not having my coffee today, I’ll take what “truth” I can get from the internet.































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