tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11609243007213798482008-07-06T08:41:54.893-05:00Blah blah blahsamkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-2318652517353781592008-07-04T22:55:00.008-05:002008-07-05T00:43:39.614-05:00My birthdayI've had a pretty fun birthday weekend so far despite really missing Brian. Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes.<br /><br />Thursday night a bunch of us went to a karaoke bar in Adams Morgan. There were friends from my volunteer group, my kickball team, my friend from rural VA that just moved up here, and friends of friends from everywhere to celebrate Independence Day.<br /><br />At one point the whole bar sang happy birthday to me. That was awesome. They pretty much didn't have a choice, though, since I kept reminding people all night long that it was my birthday. At another point I lost my phone. It was not due to drunkenness, but rather shallow pockets. True story. Luckily I found it when I overheard someone was giving directions to Hannah. So that was hilarious and the guys who found it were nice. They also texted Anne, who was sadly not with me, and she gave a hilarious physical description of me. She told them that I had brown hair and looked normal. I will not be deleting that text for a long time.<br /><br />Today I went to a barbecue that was just a few girls. One benefit of a girls-only barbecue is that no one complains about low-fat hot dogs or reduced fat burgers. ALSO! My friend Erin made me a cake. Can you believe it? How nice. I mean really. That was so nice. It had Oreos in the middle, so you know it was great. The best part is that she didn't even have a cake pan. I feel very lucky to have a friend like her.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SG8AcRD8dYI/AAAAAAAABxQ/JyXl0PF9JDs/s1600-h/cake.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SG8AcRD8dYI/AAAAAAAABxQ/JyXl0PF9JDs/s320/cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219390978761979266" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I went to the National Mall with friends tonight to see the fireworks. It was a little sad b/c last year I was watching with Brian. Actually, it was quite tough. But regardless of relationship emotions, I do feel very blessed to be in such a beautiful place. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SG8Grg9dH8I/AAAAAAAABxY/CGFe_1j612E/s1600-h/IMG_7583.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SG8Grg9dH8I/AAAAAAAABxY/CGFe_1j612E/s320/IMG_7583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219397837797531586" border="0" /></a>samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-46901047679488125722008-06-27T11:23:00.001-05:002008-06-27T11:24:22.343-05:00TodayToday I would like to sit in the pool and have everything else fade away.samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-16575352261464785262008-06-20T14:10:00.002-05:002008-06-20T14:20:00.551-05:00Take 2So I didn't go to Cleveland. <br /><br />I am not quite sure how to talk about it or what to say, but just to fill in my friends, I am still in D.C. living in the condo that is still on the market. I went back to work on Monday like I had never given Friday as my last day. Only at KFH, man. I love those guys.<br /><br />I can't decide if I feel like this has been the longest week ever or if this isn't really happening at all. I fluctuate between relief and panic of making the wrong decision, but I am doing well overall. <br /><br />Thanks to everyone for being so supportive.samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-17595668984376921902008-06-12T10:09:00.002-05:002008-06-12T10:18:41.348-05:00PackingPacking for the sixth time in 20 months. There are few things in this privileged life I lead that are as boring/time-consuming/heavy as packing. <br /><br />My move date has been pushed to Sunday, so maybe there will be time for one last visit to the Original Pancake House. I don't know what made me think of the Pancake House just then. I guess it's just the random stuff you think of when you leave a place. <br /><br />I think the only things I can think of that I wanted to do here that I never did were the paddle boats in the Tidal Basin and kayak on the Potomac. That's not too bad, huh?samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-11716378507365289222008-06-05T08:58:00.006-05:002008-06-05T09:19:25.050-05:00A Family Secret RevealedMy dad loves ketchup. But not just any ketchup. Heintz Ketchup. I think he may love mayonnaise more, but that's unconfirmed, so we'll save that for another day.<br /><br />My aunt came to visit me two weeks ago. We've never hung out just the two of us before, and it was really fun. On Saturday we walked all over D.C. and did the touristy stuff. Here is a highlight from our tour on a double decker bus:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SEfzwfafduI/AAAAAAAABN0/1AZD_meNGe8/s1600-h/2008,+May+025.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 191px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SEfzwfafduI/AAAAAAAABN0/1AZD_meNGe8/s320/2008,+May+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208399508469151458" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On Sunday my aunt came to kickball with me. One of my teammates convinced her to come to the bar with us afterward, which turned out to be the most fun ever.<br /><br />When we first got there we split a burger. The burger arrived at our table and next thing I know, Joanne had unloaded 80% of the bottle of ketchup onto our plate.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SEfy3BvMVUI/AAAAAAAABNs/cv65uIRdjC0/s1600-h/2008,+May+059.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SEfy3BvMVUI/AAAAAAAABNs/cv65uIRdjC0/s320/2008,+May+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208398521250370882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This picture really doesn't do the ketchup pile justice, but you can see that it is nearly the same diameter of the burger.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SEfy2saMf_I/AAAAAAAABNk/HOQmuxfjLMw/s1600-h/2008,+May+046.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SEfy2saMf_I/AAAAAAAABNk/HOQmuxfjLMw/s320/2008,+May+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208398515525156850" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Impressive, right? <br /><br />So it turns out that the love of ketchup is not just my dad being crazy. It's a family thing. We totally finished that big red mess.samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-20742537859911437912008-06-03T14:23:00.002-05:002008-06-03T14:38:24.030-05:00WaitingIt's weird to be at work knowing that I will only be sitting in this office for six more days. I try to think of the little things that frustrate here to make leaving easier, but it's not working so far. <br /><br />The outcome of the offer on our condo is still up in the air, but we all agree it is not looking like this will be the one. I hope we are wrong. <br /><br />All of this waiting is emotional.samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-76290280097726608502008-06-02T09:08:00.005-05:002008-06-02T09:23:42.423-05:00Random PictureSometimes photoshop can make an already great picture even better. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SEQB-uuHdmI/AAAAAAAABNc/yrxt3hqldK8/s1600-h/swimming_cat.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SEQB-uuHdmI/AAAAAAAABNc/yrxt3hqldK8/s400/swimming_cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207289246352111202" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't remember where I came across this picture originally, but that is most certainly not my work. </span>samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-76585094327081003292008-05-27T08:54:00.004-05:002008-05-27T09:22:04.090-05:00Cleveland BoundThis past Friday I accepted a job at the Cleveland RTA. RTA is the public transit agency that is the equivalent of the MBTA, WMATA, BART, MARTA, or Tri-Met. I will be planning service changes to bus routes, and will be in charge of bus stops in some capacity that I have yet to comprehend.<br /><br />Here is my weekend in pictures:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is where I'll be working. The building is approximately 110 years old. It has been redone on the inside, but a lot of the original character remains, such as the brick walls, thick solid wood railings, and columns throughout. I will be on the third floor.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SDwUL-uHdfI/AAAAAAAABMU/zJ0lbxWJxBs/s1600-h/2008,+May+067.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SDwUL-uHdfI/AAAAAAAABMU/zJ0lbxWJxBs/s320/2008,+May+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205057465380992498" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Of all the things I'll miss about D.C., the Falls Church Farmers Market is high on the list. But look what Cleveland has! Open four days a week, the West Side Market is glorious.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SDwUNOuHdgI/AAAAAAAABMc/yI0Tmtk72nk/s1600-h/2008,+May+069.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SDwUNOuHdgI/AAAAAAAABMc/yI0Tmtk72nk/s320/2008,+May+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205057486855828994" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This house is on the street my house is on. I just took a picture of it because I love it. Isn't it cute? All the houses on my block are super old and have tons of character.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SDwUNuuHdhI/AAAAAAAABMk/T0ZCrhNZXQQ/s1600-h/2008,+May+073.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SDwUNuuHdhI/AAAAAAAABMk/T0ZCrhNZXQQ/s320/2008,+May+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205057495445763602" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is the house I'll be renting. I will be sharing it with two medical interns. My huge bedroom takes up the entire front of the second floor. Ugh. I love it! It is so cute. I also love that the bus will take me directly to my office door.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SDwUN-uHdiI/AAAAAAAABMs/aaPu_sIKPOw/s1600-h/2008,+May+078.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/SDwUN-uHdiI/AAAAAAAABMs/aaPu_sIKPOw/s320/2008,+May+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205057499740730914" border="0" /></a><br /></div>samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-12345594318715644772008-05-12T16:46:00.003-05:002008-05-12T16:50:39.475-05:00Condo BluesSigning a contract to lower the asking price on the ole' condo. Let's think happy thoughts, everyone. <br /><br />Perhaps with my aunt coming to visit AND a lower price, we will have a winning combo. Will Joanne be the one to win something shiny?samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-19911166732249510962008-05-06T09:23:00.005-05:002008-05-06T09:47:11.141-05:00Selling a Condo: Jesus versus Friends and FamilyI planted St. Joseph upside down in a plant in my home around 2 months ago in hopes of selling my condo with some help from the lord. But I think my St. Joseph is sound asleep in that potted plant. Perhaps you must be Catholic for it to work. I know He is allowed to have his own time line and that we're not to rush Him, but... ummm, how long are we talking here?<br /><br />So while downward-facing St. Joseph works out a time line with the dude upstairs, I might possibly have unlocked the secret that gets prospective buyers to the house on my time line: Visitors with bags that must be hidden under the bed, in storage and in my car (who must endure my newfound OCD) must come spend the night. <br /><br />Although the offers have not been rolling in with my method, getting people to the house is obviously key, and it is doing that.<br /><br />You might tell me that it's spring now, so more people are looking. But I tell you that it was spring when we had a three-week dry spell. My mom comes to town on a cold April weekend and three people come over. My guy says he's coming to visit, and two people have already called. Last time he came, two people also came by. <br /><br />So, who's coming over? <br /><br />If I don't owe $10k at closing and you're visiting when I get a realistic offer, you will not only get a hug and my St. Joseph, but I might even buy you something shiny. Now who can say no to that?samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-37943372711660098792008-04-30T20:08:00.003-05:002008-04-30T20:22:08.274-05:00Virginia is Long in the WidthThe westernmost tip of Virginia is at Cumberland Gap. It's longitude is <a href="http://tools.wikimedia.de/%7Emagnus/geo/geohack.php?pagename=Cumberland_Gap&amp;params=36.6038_N_83.6742_W_type:mountain" class="external text" title="http://tools.wikimedia.de/~magnus/geo/geohack.php?pagename=Cumberland_Gap&amp;params=36.6038_N_83.6742_W_type:mountain" rel="nofollow"><span style="white-space: nowrap;"><span class="plainlinksneverexpand"></span></span></a><a href="http://tools.wikimedia.de/%7Emagnus/geo/geohack.php?pagename=Detroit%2C_Michigan&amp;params=42_19_53.76_N_83_2_51_W_type:city" class="external text" title="http://tools.wikimedia.de/~magnus/geo/geohack.php?pagename=Detroit%2C_Michigan&amp;params=42_19_53.76_N_83_2_51_W_type:city" rel="nofollow"><span class="geo-default"><span class="geo-dms" title="Maps, aerial photos, and other data for 42°19′53.76″N 83°2′51″W"><span class="longitude">83°2′51″W.</span></span></span></a><br /><br />Meaningless, right?<br /><br />Now consider that Detroit, Michigan is at <a href="http://tools.wikimedia.de/%7Emagnus/geo/geohack.php?pagename=Middlesboro%2C_Kentucky&amp;params=36_36_37_N_83_43_24_W_type:city" class="external text" title="http://tools.wikimedia.de/~magnus/geo/geohack.php?pagename=Middlesboro%2C_Kentucky&amp;params=36_36_37_N_83_43_24_W_type:city" rel="nofollow"><span class="geo-default"><span class="geo-dms" title="Maps, aerial photos, and other data for 36°36′37″N 83°43′24″W"><span class="longitude">83°43′24″ W</span></span></span></a>.<br /><br />That's right. Detroit is further east than some points of Virginia.<br /><br />Did that just blow your mind?<br /><br /><a href="http://tools.wikimedia.de/%7Emagnus/geo/geohack.php?pagename=Middlesboro%2C_Kentucky&amp;params=36_36_37_N_83_43_24_W_type:city" class="external text" title="http://tools.wikimedia.de/~magnus/geo/geohack.php?pagename=Middlesboro%2C_Kentucky&amp;params=36_36_37_N_83_43_24_W_type:city" rel="nofollow"><span class="geo-default"><span class="geo-dms" title="Maps, aerial photos, and other data for 36°36′37″N 83°43′24″W"><span class="longitude"></span></span></span></a>samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-50491655699661743782008-04-30T19:22:00.005-05:002008-04-30T20:04:09.244-05:00College Park Tornado of 2001My dad called to verify that I didn't happen to be in Richmond the other day when they had their tornado, and gladly I had not. It's been in the news around here lately, though, and it got me to thinking about the tornado I was in during my senior year at the University of Maryland. My pictures were taken on an old fashioned camera, so I had to dig deep on the Internet for these gems. Luckily, since I had been in the heart of the storm, I found pictures of where I had been.<br /><br />This picture is of Metzerott Rd. It is the road adjacent to the apartments I was in during the storm. My house was also on a side street another 1/10 mile away.<br /><a href="http://outdoors.webshots.com/photo/1021964383001091519vccwPIhXoN"><img src="http://inlinethumb25.webshots.com/40024/1021964383001091519S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="Mvc-058s" /></a><br /><br />This is 2 side streets away from mine. My street had tree damage, but nothing like the damage of the apartments I was in during the storm.<br /><a href="http://outdoors.webshots.com/photo/1021964398001091519ZLomFnibgE"><img src="http://inlinethumb38.webshots.com/24933/1021964398001091519S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="Mvc-059s" /></a><br /><br />This is the parking lot of the complex I was in. The storm only lasted about 15 - 25 seconds. It was so short that had we not peered out of the bathroom (nice hiding spot) and seen the brown that was the tornado and had our ears pop the whole time, I would have thought the storm had missed us. But when we went outside and there was a car upside down directly below us, and the shed near the parking lot was completely missing, we knew we were wrong. This picture doesn't really show cars flipped over or sideways, but it's still kinda crazy. My personal side note is that my car was in the visitor lot that abutted an old forest. A HUGE tree fell directly toward my car and would have crunched it right up the middle if I had been parked just a few feet closer to the woods, like I usually did. It was a shocking site to see how narrowly I averted having to call Geico. <br /><a href="http://outdoors.webshots.com/photo/1021964968001091519EjjaHTHJHC"><img src="http://inlinethumb59.webshots.com/40826/1021964968001091519S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="Mvc-002s" /></a><br /><br />This picture was taken about 800 feet from where I was. When we walked out onto the street the man was still in his truck. He opened the door and got out like it was no big deal. I was sure he was going to get electrocuted and die, but he did not. Thank god. <br /><br /><a href="http://outdoors.webshots.com/photo/1021963953001091519ooKgsxmFes"><img src="http://inlinethumb34.webshots.com/4193/1021963953001091519S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="Mvc-062s" /></a><br /><br />Of the two girls (sisters) that did die, one was in a geography class of mine. And to make it even more crazy for a school with 35,000 people, a semi-friend from a sociology class of mine was in the car directly behind the one the sisters were in and watched them get picked up and flown over the seven-story dorm to the right of the road about 2/10 of a mile from where I was.<br /><br />I wish I had thought to save the Google satellite images of the area, because the aerial of college park showed really graphically the destruction of the tornado. Seeing all the trees bare was really eerie.<br /><br />I also remember that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Francis">Steve Francis</a> took 400 kids who had been displaced (a ton from the apartments I was in) out to dinner that next night. Go Terps!<br /><br />I hope to never be in a tornado again. My stomach turned for the next two months every time it got windy. Seeing destruction in person as compared to a newspaper or TV news is hard to swallow. On TV you're like "wow, look at that." In real life your teacher tells you that your classmate is dead and your friends live in hotel rooms because they can't go home.samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-4839775146972265292008-04-20T20:41:00.004-05:002008-04-20T21:49:04.773-05:00Weekends Fly By These DaysLast weekend my mom was in town. We traveled to different parks in search of birds that had not migrated yet. We saw as many snakes as warblers, which is obviously not an ideal ratio. The two year-old we saw on a motorized vehicle on a wooded trail with a stream five feet below on one side was far more dramatic than any bird we saw.<br /><br />This weekend I went to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, to hang out with my man before he started campaigning for Obama. What fun. H-burg was bigger than I expected. It reminded me of Cumberland and Baltimore, Maryland in it's level of run-downedness. It was a friendly place though, with a nice park and view. So at least it had that.<br /><br />Unfortunately, something it does not have going for it is capitalism on Sundays. So thanks to that fact and the massive downpour, we randomly decided to head to Gettysburg, an alleged 30 minutes south. That place had to be open, right? Yes, even in the driving rain, Gettysburg is open for biz. <br /><br />I learned a small amount about a few battles, but mostly just enjoyed the scenery and the company... and the brown cow root beer ice cream and laughing at t-shirts with cats dressed up as civil war soldiers. <br /><br />So there you have it. Two fun weekends in a row.samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-66254000356778785322008-04-18T10:06:00.003-05:002008-04-18T10:27:14.669-05:00Getting My Hair DidFor most of my life I was not attached to a hair stylist. I was 24 or 25 when I found a gal I wanted to go back to for a second cut. She said the most beautiful words I'd always wanted to hear: "Let's get off some of the weight so you can actually do something with your hair." I wanted to hug her. My heart was filled with joy.<br /><br />A game I should have played in the past was to guess how long it would take each new stylist to tell me how much hair I had. "You have so much hair!" This translated into a trim 95 percent of the time, since there wasn't much they could do for me. <br /><br />So fast forward to 2007 and I have now stopped going to that gal who I thought I loved. She moved further away and was charging $65 before tip. Also, she was sort of a snobby punk-rocker type and she always had an I'm-better-than-you vibe. Stories of her hot Brazilian boyfriend certainly didn't help. It's a random February and I'm walking through D.C. trying not to Metro back to work. I randomly decide to check prices at a salon (slash gym (what the heck?)) that is located AT the Verizon Center. $35 for a cut. No kidding! <br /><br />Blah, blah, blah, I meet Jayson. He's chubby, rock-and-roll, uber-gay, and completely magnificent. I love him. He's my new man. On my second visit he told me I looked familiar, and after just a few minutes of chatting he recalled things that we had talked about 6 months earlier. At the end he hugged me. He hugged me! It was fabulous. It felt so Sex in the City. Ok, I've only ever seen that show 5 times, but it's what I envision that show to be like. <br /><br />And I have a date with him next Wednesday. I'm excited like it really is a date. Momma's getting a hair cut!samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-71070510976183101492008-04-03T10:53:00.004-05:002008-04-03T10:58:00.554-05:00PaintingI painted my bedroom this weekend. I did a great job. I love painting. <br /><br />I guess I need a headboard of some sort now, but here's the color. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R_T9-uEXD5I/AAAAAAAABBY/gZMwlnRZT30/s1600-h/IMG_6598.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R_T9-uEXD5I/AAAAAAAABBY/gZMwlnRZT30/s320/IMG_6598.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185048324970319762" border="0" /></a>samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-85162135715582884062008-03-27T12:37:00.004-05:002008-03-27T13:01:40.296-05:00Keys DownDo you want to know what is a huge hassle? Losing keys. <br /><br />Not that I don't value the existence of my valet key, it's just that I sure loved my clicker. I keep walking away from the car only to have to walk back to lock it.<br /><br />And then there's the housing situation. Luckily I live in a heavily fortified prison, so until I got Scott's spare, the security guard was able to buzz me in and hold my license hostage while I borrowed the master key to get into my apartment -- a mere 10 minutes process. <br /><br />I am not a fan of government fingerprinting and all of that futuristic chip stuff, but I'd be okay with embedding a (much smaller) key fob under my skin so I could get in my building or start my car. That would be sweet. And useful. right. about. now.samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-28238067104711255622008-03-23T21:32:00.004-05:002008-03-23T21:47:35.389-05:00OregonI already knew that my family was freaking awesome. But I didn't know that my cousin's wedding would be the most fun ever. It totally was. For srsly. I'll post pictures when I get back to D.C.<br /><br />In other news, I learned how to knit today. My aunt gave me my own pair of knitting needles, ball of blue yarn, a darning needle, and a book called "Bitch and Stitch" that looks informative and hilarious. Hopefully I can convince my aunt to come visit me on her upcoming vacation so we can go knit at the fountain at the Smithsonian. That would be so awesome. <br /><br />Oh my god, I love my family and I love Oregon. I wish the coasts were closer together so I could have the best of both worlds on a more regular basis.samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-32078932165985885702008-03-18T14:23:00.002-05:002008-03-18T14:48:06.013-05:00General Update<ul><li>I've been really productive at work.</li><ul><li>I just found a free and easy way to convert Census TIGER files into shapefiles, which I know means nothing to any of you, but is so exciting! This basically means that when I make maps, my roads won't be based on data from the year 2000 anymore. <br /></li><li>Tomorrow I will be presenting some stuff I've been working on for the past few months. It will be my first time presenting actual ideas for changes for a transit system. I've mostly been responsible for explaining the current trends and situations until now. <br /></li></ul></ul><ul><li>I've been making food b/c Brian has been in town. <br /></li><ul><li>My bravest was <a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Scallops-with-White-Wine-Sauce-II/Detail.aspx">sea scallops</a>. I made a wine sauce (butter sauce, more like it) that was almost too rich. It was so good! <br /></li><li>Last night I also made one of my favorite cakes - <a href="http://find.myrecipes.com/recipes/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&amp;recipe_id=222502">Cinnamon-Apple Cake</a>. I first made that cake for my mom's birthday when I was still in high school. <br /></li></ul></ul><ul><li>Going to Oregon on Thursday. My cousin is getting married on Saturday. Very exciting stuff. I can't wait to have fun with my fam in Portland! </li></ul><ul><li>Went to the farmer's market this weekend and finally asked my favorite bakery where they live when they're not at the market. I am happy to report that they are very, very local and I can now get delicious muffins for more than just four hours a week. Score! </li></ul>samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-11987224989330865872008-03-06T19:47:00.004-05:002008-03-06T19:56:37.118-05:00La la laDid you know that Dr. G, Medical Examiner and Condoleezza Rice have the same voice? <br /><br />True story.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R9CR9TT8sVI/AAAAAAAAApA/E68hfncQICI/s1600-h/dr+g.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R9CR9TT8sVI/AAAAAAAAApA/E68hfncQICI/s320/dr+g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174796454190690642" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R9CRmjT8sUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Tmk2M0_ipGE/s1600-h/condoleezza_rice.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 298px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R9CRmjT8sUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Tmk2M0_ipGE/s320/condoleezza_rice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174796063348666690" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R9CRljT8sTI/AAAAAAAAAow/Vi-2T7iiH_w/s1600-h/dr+g.jpg"></a>samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-57872604340934136212008-03-03T23:18:00.000-05:002008-03-03T23:19:12.341-05:00Yummy DinnerAnne and I made a delicious dish tonight. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.bigoven.com/159901-Spicy-Noodle-Salad-with-Tofu-and-Peanut-Dressing-recipe.html">Spicy Noodle Salad with Tofu and Peanut Dressing</a> from Cooking Light. <br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R8zNufcpKWI/AAAAAAAAAok/giKCFlWVcdc/s1600-h/IMG_6342.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="328" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R8zNufcpKWI/AAAAAAAAAok/giKCFlWVcdc/s320/IMG_6342.JPG" width="456" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is the healthy, but flavorful alternative to Pad Thai I was looking for. And it was so simple and fast.<br /><br />Next time I'll double the sauce and cook the noodles for 3-4 minutes.<br /><br />Yum!<div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-3360076619744827662008-03-03T12:39:00.002-05:002008-03-03T12:48:07.816-05:00GloriousIt was 38 when I came to work this morning. Two hours later I walked to a dentist appointment in 60 degree weather. The sun was strong, the breeze cool. <br /><br />There are not many things that make me happier than spring in D.C.samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-82001751355234899602008-03-02T15:41:00.002-05:002008-03-02T15:44:20.092-05:00eBayWhy does feedback on eBay always look something like this?:<br /><br />AAAAAAAAA GREAT TRANSACTION THANK YOU, or<br />Great Buyer!! Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-9214118458080566802008-02-19T16:34:00.002-05:002008-02-19T16:45:33.235-05:00New Favorite WebsiteShort, hilarious videos at: <a href="http://www.236.com/video/">http://www.236.com/video/</a><br /><br />May I suggest "Not Tom Cruise," or the SwiftKids for Truth videos? The Mitt Romney and Rudy Guliani ones are also a good time.samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-69599822908120861452008-02-14T10:30:00.006-05:002008-02-14T11:37:11.107-05:00A Year Ago TodayA year ago today I was celebrating Valentine's Day in Asia with a girl who means more to me than she will ever know. Thank you for everything, <a href="http://anniemarie422.blogspot.com/">Andrea</a>. <br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuala_Lumpur">Kuala Lumpur</a>, Malaysia.<br /><br />Amazing how the Petronas Towers make the other skyscrapers look small.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R7RmWB2sS1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/ga7agXcKDgI/s1600-h/KL+Tower+View.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R7RmWB2sS1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/ga7agXcKDgI/s320/KL+Tower+View.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166867201141787474" border="0" /> </a><br /><br />The most wonderful Turkish man, who sang and danced as he prepared my much-needed ice cream. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R7RmWR2sS2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/p3c61gH3Rp8/s1600-h/KL+Ice+Cream+Man.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R7RmWR2sS2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/p3c61gH3Rp8/s320/KL+Ice+Cream+Man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166867205436754786" border="0" /> </a><br /><br />My first rain forest. Note to self: Next time, don't wear a skirt.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R7RmWR2sS3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/60Zf3oqP6W0/s1600-h/KL+Rain+Forrest.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R7RmWR2sS3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/60Zf3oqP6W0/s320/KL+Rain+Forrest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166867205436754802" border="0" /> </a><br /><br />Gross. I think this was at an outdoor Starbucks kiosk.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R7RmWh2sS4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/RIDvfutHlBQ/s1600-h/KL+Hot+Dogs.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R7RmWh2sS4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/RIDvfutHlBQ/s320/KL+Hot+Dogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166867209731722114" border="0" /> </a><br /><br />I'm such a sucker for hilarious signs. The English portion of this sign read: Menara Kuala Lumpur is not responsible for any inconvenience cause. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R7RmdB2sS6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/zXU4F4AOU9o/s1600-h/KL+Rain+Forest+Sign.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R7RmdB2sS6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/zXU4F4AOU9o/s320/KL+Rain+Forest+Sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166867321400871842" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R7RmdB2sS6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/zXU4F4AOU9o/s1600-h/KL+Rain+Forest+Sign.jpg"> </a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R7RmdB2sS6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/zXU4F4AOU9o/s1600-h/KL+Rain+Forest+Sign.jpg"></a><br /><br />This sign was so Simpsons: Doktor Gigi, ... Dental Surgery. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R7RmWx2sS5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/SXmK0YpWD1w/s1600-h/KL+Dental+Surgery.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R7RmWx2sS5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/SXmK0YpWD1w/s320/KL+Dental+Surgery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166867214026689426" border="0" /> </a><br /><br />This city was amazing b/c:<br />-I rode a roller coaster in a 13-story mall. (To be fair, the mall only occupied six floors of the building.)<br />-It was insanely culturally diverse. <br />-It was so urban and yet so tropical.samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160924300721379848.post-60707005732202235112008-02-12T14:46:00.000-05:002008-02-12T14:50:44.979-05:00Is This Even Real?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R7H36R2sS0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/p35T6is9jHs/s1600-h/bad+sign.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m9SmZlOAa-I/R7H36R2sS0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/p35T6is9jHs/s320/bad+sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166182828167940930" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I stole this from a <a href="http://quotation-marks.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-you-insist-on-being-called-parent.html">blog I love</a>.samkay64http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451976617669401728noreply@blogger.com