Monday, May 16, 2011

karma points


i just scored big (HUGE!) karmic points by returning a wallet to its rightful and very relieved owner.

yesterday, i went for my usual run in rock creek park and while i was stretching by the various exercise stations, on one of the signs posts, i noticed a black wallet with a very awesome bike screen print on the front. wondering if it was left there intentionally by the only other person in the vicinity--at the time he was swinging on the still rings. what a misleading name: still rings!--i let it be. but when the man ran by without so much as a glance at the wallet, i knew that it was up to me to do the right thing.

it wasn't as easy as i thought it would be track the owner! he had a very common name (matthew bailey) and my facebook search posted nothing. my linkedin search was also a bust and even though i had what i thought was his current address on his voter registration card, i came up blank in finding a contact number. so, i tried the next best thing. i called his dad. in washington state. from his driver's license, i was able to find a home phone number using his parent's address and once his dad realized that i wasn't part of the mafia or trying to scam him, i was given mr. bailey's cell phone number, in washington dc.

the story ends well. he met me in dupont and i happily returned his wallet. some high fives were also exchanged and i felt pleased doing my good samaritan and sleuthing act of the day.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

after a big fall...

these are the moments i wish i could bottle up and drink like an elixir of magical happiness and satisfaction when i'm feeling debbie downer or needy and moody. however, i also recognize that not having such a continuous stream of fairytale fabulous-ness is what makes me enjoy, savor and TRULY honor such moments with a full, appreciative heart and open mind. and let's be real. suffering is a natural aspect of life and sometimes, those less-than-ideal opportunities are just as ripe for growth and knowledge.

this morning, after waking up slowly in moira's lovely apt, i realized that i didn't allow myself enough time for a leisurely stroll to meet amanda near dupont circle. because of this, i picked up the pace and began to jog. (now i know the reason why i don't wear my chucks when i go running!) i was going at a nice clip when all of a sudden, i tripped on an exposed and raised crack in the sidewalk. what didn't help the situation was that chucks have big toe uppers, which sadly got all too easily caught in the shifted cement. i was running happily and a second later, i was on the sidewalk with my yoga mat tossed lightly to the side and a throbbing pain in my left wrist. turns out my watch took the brunt of the fall and i completely bent the closing latch, as well as scuff the shit out of the side of a few stainless steel panels. oopsa. interestingly enough, i chuckled at such a clumsy fall (face it! falls are funny! and when you actually see a person falling, it's HILARIOUS!--of course, as long as they don't seriously injure themselves...) and picked myself up, got the dirt of my shoulder, and quickly walked--no more running!--to Q and connecticut where amanda was waiting for me.

once in her car, i surveyed the damages and in the beginning i was so bummed out about my watch, that i didn't realize that the biggest sore wasn't my wrist, it was my right knee. i had skinned it and didn't see it until i sat down in the front seat. it was bleeding, but not too badly. amanda offered to stop at cvs to get some medical supplies, but, it wasn't anything that good ole soap and water couldn't handle once we got to the embassy.


on friday, amanda sent me an invitation to attend a free pilates session at the rooftop of the swedish embassy also known as house of sweden. (whenever i get my own space, i'm calling it house of chong.) say WHAT?!? giddy at this golden opportunity we got to the embassy in georgetown bright and early and after the parking meter emptied amanda's change purse of it's coinly possessions, we made our merry way (me still laughing at my fall and amanda joining me in the giggles!) to house of sweden. (i love that. house of sweden.) along the way, a trio of bikers passed us and while we waited for them to clear the sidewalk, we happened to pause by a group of pepco workers. i tripped (again!) on the grate and one of the workers, commented, "be careful! i see you already hurt yourself once! you don't want to do it again!" hahahahaha! true enough! and then, without skipping a beat, the other worker offered me a band-aid and i gladly accepted. after he located the band-aids (2) and one iodine antiseptic packet, he even was so kind as to offer to put the band-aids on me! how creepily sweet. i declined the offer but thanked him for the band-aids. the kindness of strangers makes me so happy!


once we were on the rooftop, we reveled in the sunlight (warm!), view (awesome!) and the general excitement from other participants (cute!). the pilates session was a fabulous start to a glorious saturday and a blissful reminder of how many sweet opportunities there are in the district. it's so good to be here.

Friday, April 29, 2011

bouncy ball



jaina loves being sung to while bip-bopping on the bouncy ball. i believe i was singing michael jackson's "man in the mirror" to her when this was taken. as of right now, she's not particularly picky when it comes to musical selection, but i think she'll always have a connection with enya. (wink, wink, jin!)

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

soup love.



i love soup. it's (usually) hearty, nutritious, delicious, and fabulously satisfying. i came across this italian saying and wholeheartedly agree!

sette cose fa la zuppa--soup does seven things.

1. relieves your hunger
2. quenches your thirst
3. fill your stomach
4. cleans your teeth
5. makes you sleep
6. helps you digest
7. colors your cheeks

to soup! SOUP!

Friday, April 22, 2011

completely unexpected

*originally written 12/06/2010. revised and completed, today.*

as a teacher, i try to come up with new ways to illuminate the same subject. there's nothing worse than a stale activity to disengage students from wanting to learn more. for as long as i can remember, i've loved words. i am what you would call a logophile. in this final month of teaching, i wanted to emphasize more of the fun aspect and less of the burdensome of learning and using vocabulary words. to demonstrate the fun, i created a quiz game like atmosphere by having teams of two work together to see which duo can accurately state the most vocabulary words in one minute.

to add to the suspense, the teams were also chosen randomly and with everyone's cell phones' timers set to 60 seconds, my students were transformed from vocabulary dissidents to word nerd competitors. IT. WAS. AWESOME.

i knew the activity would be engaging, but i was pleasantly surprised to realize that it was spot on, on other levels. 1) my students were motivated to remember the words more solidly. 2) they were reviewing the words as they were in game mode. 3) they themselves knew whether they had studied well enough or not. in sum: accountability and responsibility.

the activity also brought about some unexpected emotions. after the game, i had my students play another game--a test, in fact!--with higher stakes. using the same vocabulary cards, i held them in my hand like a deck of cards. each student had to choose a vocabulary word and state the definition. if it was correct, (for the first word) they received 100%. if they got the second word correct, they received 90%, so on and so forth. in my second saturday class, only one student, brian received a 90%. now, let me tell you, brian is not a dumb kid. he's incredibly fluent and funny, but to be honest, he is a bit of a slacker. he's one of those kids that doesn't apply himself to the best of his ability but is confident regardless.

after he received his 90%, he begged me to try again, to try for a 100%. i refused, stating that rules are rules and once you waver for one person, impartiality is jeopardized. truthfully, his average vocabulary score is usually in the 80's so, knowing this, i thought that he would be pleased with a 90%! to my astonishment, he took this very seriously. maybe a bit TOO seriously and he began to cry. WHOA. I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING FROM A MILE AWAY...and neither did any of the other students. we were all puzzled and stunned to see the class clown, break down, unashamedly in front of everyone.

to alleviate his stress, i took him outside the classroom (i instructed the other students to continue studying their vocabulary words) and into a smaller consultation room so we could talk it out. he told me in between deep breaths that he felt really embarrassed and ashamed that he was the only student in the class that didn't get 100%. i reassured him that while i understood wanting to be like everyone else, he still received a good score and that even though vocabulary scores are important, they're not as important as actually knowing and using the words correctly, which he did during the activity. i also told him that luck is not always in our favor and that in unlucky times, what we can do is remember that instances like these are not nearly as important as they seem. after a few more deep breaths, he calmed down and class resumed without any more calamities.

i learned a couple of valuable lessons that day. i realized my own prejudice with a student who i didn't think would demonstrate such visceral emotions and then, once he did, was really touched that he felt that comfortable and safe in our classroom to expose his vulnerabilities. perhaps, i am reading too much into the situation, but, it made me realize yet again, how much we expect the same thing from each other on a daily basis and how that sense of expectancy is so limiting and completely unrealistic. it is good to challenge our own ideas of who people are and then, be surprised by the depths and capabilities to feel and understand.

it's okay.

i've noticed recently, that all too often, family members (myself included) tend to be too short, curt, rude, and impatient with each other--get this!--when they don't have to be. our habitual reactions to our family members--those who love us when we are less than our ideal selves, or perhaps more accurately, those who love and support us completely, and accept and excuse us, especially when we are exposing the ruthless honest layers of ourselves--are deeply rooted in annoyance, restlessness, and greed. it's okay to have moments of recklessness, but, it's not okay to be mean.

being in washington dc has provided me with a colorful variety of situations in which to observe and cultivate awareness--both internal and social. whether i'm walking through columbia heights, adams morgan or mt pleasant, to riding public transportation and simply waiting in lines at grocery stores, there is no shortage of opportunities for greater learning and appreciation.

just yesterday, i rode the green/yellow line from archives/navy memorial to columbia heights. at some point along the ride, i noticed a family of five, (father, mother, 3 sons) look at the map and then get off at a particular stop, and only seconds later, return on the train and resume the space they had just previously occupied. they inspected the metro stop guide map again and realized that they were going in the wrong direction. instead of blaming one another for going the wrong way, the oldest son said, "it's okay, dad." i deduced that 1. the father had made the directional mistake. 2. that particular family is okay with mistakes, admitting to them, and then easily fixing them. baddabingbaddaboom. EZ.

what struck me about this particular observation was their calm and collected--dare i say CIVIL--demeanor. there was no screaming, no yelling, no blaming, no pointing fingers, no rolling of eyes, or tsk tsking of the tongue, no passive aggressive snide comments, no "i told you's" or vexation. it was a simple mistake--something even locals do!--and the fix was just as simple.

it was a fabulous illustration of how small choices--choosing to be peaceful, choosing to recognize that a small mistake is not worth getting all worked up or angry over--have deeply profound impacts. it was a lovely reminder for me to continue making such consciously peaceful and compassionate--NICE!--choices. i am grateful for the kindness of that little boy's remark. "it's okay..." exactly. it. is. okay.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

j-j-j-jaina!

my birthday this past january was momentous for two very important reasons. first, i was on vacation, traveling throughout the landscapes of vietnam and feeling very carefree, genuinely happy, and ALIVE. on my actual birthday, my friends jennifer, kathleen and i were on a motorbike tour where we zipped around the curvaceous dalat highland hillsides on scooters surrounded by the lush greenery of spring on the ground and the expansive clear blue sky above. it was my birthday, a day that my mom recalled to me with laughter in her voice, the day that my paternal grandmother cut my umbilical cord and fashioned my current belly button. it was my birthday and i was thankful for my life.

on that same day, my sister asked me to be attend the birth of her daughter, her first child, sometime near her expected day of arrival: march 31, 2011. she said that she'd welcome my "positive and reassuring support." i was honored to be invited to my sister's labor and delivery and until i arrived home, didn't think too much about what the actual labor and delivery would entail.

on april 5, 2011, jaina raejin taylor was born at 3:30pm, on the dot. i have never, in my life, witnessed or been a part of anything so profoundly AWESOME, intense, intimate, and fascinating. my beautiful niece has the most badass labor warrior of a mother and the nurturing unwavering support of her father.

witnessing the delivery of a baby and the post labor fatigue has instilled in me the most incredible appreciation for my mother, my grandmothers, my sister, my friends who are mothers--ALL MOTHERS!!!--and their tenacious spirit in enduring 9 months of hormonal shifts, tender parts, and a phenomenal amount of stretching.

welcome sweet jaina to our world. i already love you so much!