About to be a blogger.

Last night during my weekly phone call with my grandfather, shouting
over the static, he reminded me to write another diary entry.  I've
been trying to write for a while, but nothing comes out.  I think I'm
also having a hard time putting words together.  My flavor is all
mixed up.   I've gotten comfortable with the rich visual excitement
that I always like to describe, and currently I am facing broad
emotions that are difficult for me to describe.  Part of the
difficulty is in the distance that I am from you.  Recently the
hardest part about living so far away is how difficult it is to
explain myself.  From the events of the day, to the feelings I have
about them, it has become harder and harder to express myself to the
people closest to me.  You see, sometimes explaining it requires
backtracking of at least a week, so much of the details get lost, and
I'm left with having conversations that might turn explosive, or
fizzle out.  Its hard to explain something that happened two weeks ago
with the same enthusiasm once I've already gotten used to it.    It
just isn't that lustrous after some time passes.  The most interesting
development in my personal relationships has been with people from my
past.  In one way or another, I have been in touch with people who I
haven't talked to in several years.  Its really easy to have a
meaningful conversation with these people, and yet harder to have one
with the people who I would have had contact with everyday in NY.  You
see the thing is that, since I haven't talked to them in so long, we
briefly sum up all the significant things that have happened since we
last talked, and it's this colossal email packed with lessons learned
and emotional insight.



I feel really busy, and restless.  I'm neither settled in Shanghai,
nor uncomfortable.

I really miss my dog' fat thighs.

Communication at work is moving backward.  A new guy talks down to me,
and I might kill him.

I have another cold.

I joined the gym!  I even bought cross trainers which is freakin
hilarious, because they couldn't be any uglier or have any more
materials.  They are made out of 172 different meshes and 37 different
colors.  They are insanely ugly, but I still tried to wear them
casually, and decided there was no way that cross trainers are useful
for anything besides working out.

I need to get new glasses, but its hard to find a pair that fits my
head.  They're all so wide.  The ones I have are a little crooked, and
it reminds me of a time that I walked around campus for a long time
until Yvonne told me that my glasses were wicked crooked.  I had no
idea that one side was caught in my hair or something, and just
doodled around like that.  Now I look like that all the time, and
theres nothing I can do about it.

I have to cancel my dental appointment because I am so busy at work
that I don't have time to go fix my rotting teeth.  I look forward to
dentures for Christmas next year.

Ben Hsi lives here now, and oddly enough we ran into each other in the
elevator lobby of the building I work it.  I hugged him really hard.


I need a tan.

Karen might come to visit!   June 15-28

I've been going to yoga classes again.  The last three times, were
with new people, and I realized how valuable it is to have a gym
buddy.

I went to lunch with Jerry and his wife at the Portman.  Jerry is my
office manager, and his wife is Nancy.  Nancy and I did yoga together,
and Jerry brought us to brunch afterwards.  It was at the Ritz, and I
was very flattered, and nervous.  Nancy is incredibly intelligent and
sweet.  Her work is in the historical preservation of the Chinese
towns that are quickly being destroyed in order to be replaced by
modern architecture.


I decorated a friend's apartment here, and I realized that it is so
much more rewarding then corporate work.

I wear a lesportsac back pack.  I use a fake LV wallet.

I'm wearing turquoise satin today.

I am wearing a ponytail without any bobby pin intervention.

I'm proud of Jeff Morrical.  You can ask him why I might be so happy for him.

I'm not in Los Angeles.  I am in Shanghai.

I want to finish my portfolio and send it to all my friends instead of
firms.  I hope I get hired to be someone's best friend.  I hope I can
get paid a lot for it.

Tonight I'll probably eat pasta for dinner.

I hate cooking.

I hate cleaning.

Thailand, or Japan?



Miss you,
Love
Kris