Ramen , Pho and Pad-Thai

All of these noodles are the most nostaglic food for me.

Over the last few weeks, I ate, cooked and reheated them every other day. They are not only delicious but long and tasty. I cannot resist them.

It is not helpful to think of the authentic taste of the above dishes which I can find in Thailand. There are a few good D.C. shops that serve a decent Ramen, Pho and Pad-Thai.

Every meal, my focus is to enjoy the noodle moment as the broth, vegetables, meat and long noodles keep me engaged in every bowl. I have developed a special relationship with a Pad-Thai seller at a Chinese restaurant on P Street. I feel more mindful when I order these dishes and try to really taste the hidden ethnic flavor in each bowl. I love the sacred time when I eat Asian dishes. I feel like having a casual dialogue with my high school friends. I love the flavor and the nuances, which are inevitably good.

The chopsticks bring me the flow of soothing food for my stomach and my soul.

I love Ramen, Pho and Pad-Thai

TAN

WE ARE ONLY HUMAN

I read a poem by Mary Jo Bang, and my spirit is lifted, my breathe is sweeter, and I love to live my life once again.

Here is one of my favorites:
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WE ARE ONLY HUMAN

Nighttime amnesia.
The dream becoming
Cartoonish and mint-sequined.

A caboose climbing an emerald hill.
Daily we tend the garden.
Daily we weave

Our lashes like little flags
In a cordial wind. I? Who isn't
Ever I in a circular now.

The toothbrush is ready.
The mouth comes to meet it.
Life begins and goes on.

The fall is always waiting.
We're the alwasys drifting above.

by Mary Jo Bang

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Facebooked

Everyone(who is younger than 40 years old) who I know of at least has a Facebook page, including my husband (well, he is 42, but who's counting?) Wait, am I old school or what? I don't have Facebook.

"You don't have Facebook?" one of my husband's friends asked me in a joking tone, yet I felt weird to tell him the reality.

"No, I don't."

I felt embarassed and hesitated to share with friends or acquaincetances that I don't have a Facebook page. Such an old-school person like me, refusing to be on a network or be connected, be seen, be known of, or on another level, refusing to follow the current trend.

Hey, wait a minute ... I am blogging. I have a public journal. I am not completely old or old school. I select very carefully on what trend I would like to follow.

I have to admit that, being in a fast-paced technology-driven society, you have to be firm and strong on what kind of technology will facilitate your life, and not create an embrassing experience. Learn from technology and use it well to serve your purposes. I don't think you should struggle to keep pace with everything that is out there.

I am a Blogger, not a Facebooker.

TAN