
Dr. Li and I went out to Chinatown for dinner last night, and we stumbled across one of those new Star Wars themed mailboxes--pretty cute huh?
Adventures in halfiedom!
You'd think it was life or death, the way they're concentrating on those tiles! Also, please notice that our new friend Johnny (closest to the camera) is a halfie! We definitely need some halfie guy friends, don't you think?













When we're old, we'll probably feel the same way about pictures from our youth.
Apparently, it's just been rereleased on DVD in a 25th Anniversary Widescreen Edition. It seems Peter Beagle was shafted out of getting much money for it, so if you want to buy it (anyone? anyone?), buy it here. The other fun thing about anonymous New Jersey town neighboring Raritan was the creepy Shoplifters Beware poster we found in a window.
Scary, right? Both arms are so skeletal, with those malformed hands! I knew crime didn't pay, but who knew that it could twists your limbs like some disease only the debauched bachelors get in those Victorian novels! If that's what shoplifting does to you, I'm out!
There they are, a sight from my childhood: detached, single-family homes, each on an acre plot! I didn't get pics (why? why??!!) but some of Wai Gong's neighbors got very excited about Easter, and decorated their lawns with all kinds of lawn furniture - bunny statuettes, large hanging banners shaped like carrots. Since we won't be back before Easter, I guess I missed my chance to document. I don't know if any of the summer months have holidays that engender the same level of lawn decoration. We can only hope. Wai Gong's house, as you can see here
does not have lawn furniture. I guess since he's eighty-five, we'll give him a free pass on hauling out bunny statuettes. But it was nice to be in such a spread out physical environment after being in the city for a few months. You forget what life is like when there aren't ten people in every square foot. Plus, you know, grass. Something about it made me very tired - both days I was all yawny and groggy. Tara thought that maybe we were constantly overstimulated in the city and so the suburbs gave us a chance for all our senses to take a break. Greg thinks that somehow there's more oxygen in the suburbs and it makes us tired, as opposed to all the toxins and pollution in the city, which, what, acts like caffeine? Well, okay, he's not a scientist.
Here's Julia under a painting by Wai Gong's deceased wife. I wanted it to be a subject of a picture of its own since it tends to upstage everyone else in any attempt to have it as a backdrop. And below is a painting of the artist (Wai Gong's wife) when she was young.