Sunday, July 17, 2011

Bye Bye Marie

It was around my birthday, June 18, that I found myself needing Marie Callender's more than ever.

I have long been a fruit pie fan and while not much of a pie chef, Marie has always been there to satisfy my hunger.

Everywhere I have ever lived, Marie has been there for me. I never thought I would be without her. But it was on my birthday this year, that my appetite found itself abandoned and truly alone...without Marie to comfort me.

This was the scene at my local Marie Callender's:


Horrible! Devastating! Where did it go? How could this be?

But I was not immediately dismayed. That is, until I looked up other locations only to find that there were no other locations to be found. In fact, Marie Callender's was no longer operating in Washington. I was truly disappointed.

To make it worse, the rest of the chain was promoting one of its whole pie month sales. Slap in the face.

I guess I'll just have to move.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Quirky Miriam: Pen Requirements

I am a pen snob. Any sort of writing, from simply filling out a check to making an entry in my journal, the writing implement I use must meet certain criteria.

First, if it is a ballpoint pen (original pen design using liquid ink), it must allow for smooth writing capabilities. Yes, smooth, just like a baby's bottom. To be specific, it must literally glide across the paper with ease requiring very little effort on my part. If I run into any resistance between pen and paper, the pen becomes dead to me and will promptly be replaced.

Second, if the pen is a rollerball pen (ballpoint-based more common with water-based liquid or gelled ink), the pen must not leak, blot or clump. This type of pen, too, must be smooth. If I can hear the pen making it's way across a piece of paper, it too is dead to me.

Third, the pen must make continuous lines unless picked up from the paper to indicate a space or otherwise necessary blankness. When the ball of the point does not roll without ease or the ink fails to flow, such breaks in writing will occur and will then be deemed unacceptable pen performance.

Fourth, the pen must commence writing upon immediate contact to the paper. You would be surprised how many of both ballpoint and rollerball pens stall at the point of touch down and the disbursement of ink does not occur until well into the first letter. It is unbecoming of a pen and totally annoying.

Fifth, the pen must have a manageable grip. For me, I prefer a barrel with a small-to-medium diameter. I am impartial to rubber gripping, but do appreciate a soft hold.

Sixth, spinnability. I like to twirl my pen in my fingers. The pen must have just the right balance at the end and the tip to facilitate swift twirling in the fingers with minimal probability of dropping. Note: It's no longer just an Asian thing. Lots of people do it. I just happen to be Asian and I always spin my pen. It is otherwise very common.

Below are examples of my favorite pens both past and present:

Paper Mate - Stick Ballpoint Pen
Through grade school, this was my pen of choice. It met all of the above requirements and just seemed to hug my lined school paper that I fancied so much.


















uni-ball® Roller Pens
Later in high school I discovered the uni-ball. Excellent for spinning though I found the pen's writing performance would deteriorate any time I dropped the pen on its tip. But overall, smooth and near-perfect for writing.










Pentel R.S.V.P. Ballpoint Pens

Best twirling pen on the market and near-flawless writing capability. I feel free when I use this pen. In college it was my pen of choice along with the uni-ball.










Pilot® G-2 Retractable Gel-Ink Pens

For quite some time, I resisted this pen. I had seen it in the hands of so many that I didn't want to believe it could perform to my standards. It just seemed so cliche. But, one day, in a pinch, I reached for the pen and never really put it down. While it has very poor spinnability and will blot and bleed if the tip is ever damaged, it is comfortable in the hand and offers a smooth motion. Also, replacement ink is easily accommodated.





Honorable Mention

Yasutomo Niji Grip 500 Mechanical Pencil
Since we're talking about writing implements, I believe that there is a pencil worthy of mentioning. All should bow to this mechanical pencil. The Niji Grip 500 retractable pencil was a gem of its day. I remember yearning for one but feeling the disappointment at the $7 price tag, a high price to pay for a pencil. The one major downfall of this pencil is the poorly constructed rubber grip, which over time, stretches out and becomes loose on the barrel. But other than that, it is mechanical pencil engineering at its finest.

I shun all other pens that do not meet the above criteria. I am always pleasantly surprised when I pick up a pen, free, borrowed or otherwise, that makes the act of pen to paper so enjoyable. Among good pens and bad pens, there is a difference and we have a choice.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Daddy Oh Sings

You know my mom sings and she is nothing short of amazing, even at the age of 70. Then, on the other hand, there is my dad.

Recently, I hooked up the Korean karaoke system my parents bought long ago. At one point it worked, then sat stagnant for quite a while. It is now up and running and my dad couldn't be happier.



The song he is singing is a well-known Korean folk song. One beat off. Then two, then three, then just waaay off. Bless his heart.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Gotta Love Those Chinese

One of my favorite memories from my mission was going into moon-goo's (book/stationery stores) and digging through all of their cute little paper pads, pencil boxes, pens and markers, and stationery to find the best and greatest in poorly constructed English phrases printed on merchandise. Usually, there would be a few sappy lines from romance movies and most of the time it would just be hilarious and misguided attempts at well, English. I don't have any examples with me, I'd have to unearth my storage boxes from the mission days to locate anything, but go into any Asian store and you'll find all kinds of examples of exactly what I'm talking about. There's even a website for great collectibles and sightings: http://www.engrish.com/. Classic.

So, of course the other day when my sister-in-law showed me an artifact of her mission days and an Engrish diamond in itself, I could hardly contain myself. For those of you who aren't members of the church, you may not recognize the point of humor in this seemingly normal ice cream wrapper, but for those of you who are members, you'll either think "Blasphemy!" or die laughing outloud:

Look closely. What do you see? It's not in the writing per se, but along the same lines as the Engrish missteps, it's in the imagery...

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Faster Than Speeding Bullet

I went to a movie with my dad last night and we had some time to kill. While waiting, I thought it might be interesting to introduce my dad to air hockey. He's not much of a gamer, but I figured he could handle it.

With only minimal explanation he picked it up pretty quick. Aside from a constant reminder not to put his free hand on the table (ouchie if he got smacked with the puck!), he didn't do so bad.

It wasn't long before I was up 3-0 in which he commented, "Miliam, you are very speedy."

In the end, I schooled him 5-1. I did ease up on him to keep the game going, but, he did get one legitimate goal that wasn't a gimme. He was pretty proud and even used some fightin' words, "See? Don't underestimate me. Daddy is good."

Good game, dad. Good game.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Lost in Translation, Unfortunately

I have always said my parents give me the best material for my blog. Living at home for the past six months has definitely proven that statement to be true. They say the darndest things!

Most recently, my mom told me a great story that could only be the result of, well, my parents.

Lately, my mom has been feeling a pain in her right side that for over a week has not gone away, nor gotten any better. She has visited her doctor twice and has had several x-rays and tests to try to determine the problem causing all of the pain. While the situation isn't very funny, a story that emerged from it is...so let us proceed!

My conversation with my mom a couple of days ago:

Miriam: What did the doctor say?
Mom: It is okay. But daddy, you know, he very nice, but sometimes I do not need his help.
Miriam: What happened?
Mom: So couple days ago, after I went doctor, she called me to tell me about my x-rays. She said that maybe my stool is hard and I am constipated. So, she tell me medicine that I should take. But, I feel that daddy understand better her English, so I gave phone to daddy. So, he talking to her and he write down medication name and then he hang up. What did daddy write down? Enema.
Miriam: Oh mom. I'm so sorry.
Mom: I know. I hate it. So daddy buy enema and for one day I use it. And all flushed out. Very uncomfortable, but I think maybe I can feel better, but still, mommy hurt lots. It's not get better. So, I call doctor again and I ask her maybe I need another medicine and suddenly she very surprised when I talks about enema. She says, "What? Enema? Why are you using an enema?"
Miriam: (Hahahahahaha!)
Mom: Really, daddy very nice, but sometimes he helping me makes me very mad!
Miriam: So what did the doctor prescribe?
Mom: She tell me not enema, but MiraLAX. It is powder, put water and drink. Daddy, he write down name, but in his mind, he thinking enema. Oh, daddy, he not help me!
Miriam: Hahahahahaha!

My poor mom.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Double Dream Hands

My goodness. I cannot stop laughing!