August 16, 2006


I haven't bothered to style this blog yet since I moved to a new host and figured, "TIME TO START ANEWWW!" Like getting a new skin! Check out my exoskeleton!...wait, it's not ready yet.

This blog is boring and not updated...ever. Almost. You want to go here:

The Girl Who Ate Everything

All the kids are doin' it.

June 18, 2006

photos from norway

pretty buildings little houses tube bacon seafood n stuff going to see animals kvikk lunsj scrambled egg shrimp salad on baguette flyers IMG_0479 nightlife IMG_0527 IMG_0556 ice cream and rhubarb tart penguin so many fishies diana's stuff IMG_0741 IMG_0768 IMG_0783 IMG_0786

January 3, 2006

this deserves an update...

I don't really update this anymore because the food blog owns my life, but when you run out of bandwidth in two days, something's up.

JESUS CHRIST, who farked my friend? I laughed so hard, I think I displaced some organs. And then I felt guilty because my friend is definitely going to kill me. But she can't because she's in Toronto and I'm in NYC. Phew. (wipes sweat off forehead)

But still. Jesus. I hope she think it's funny.

...oh, but stealing my bandwidth isn't funny at all. So I deleted the photo. I don't make any money off of my websites. I JUST KEEP LOSING IT, ACTUALLY.

I think you had enough fun messing around with the photo of my friend. HOOHA! Okay. Thanks for making me laugh. Time for sleep.

September 20, 2005

Alive, I think

So almost a month later, I EMERGE. FROM...

raisin buns

I didn't emerge from raisin buns, but I thought they looked rather nice. I'm sure they taste good too.

Since my life basically revolves around food by this point (besides that, as a living human being, I tend to eat every day, I'm also a food studies major, and all of my classes for the semester are purely food related), I update the food blog regularly. Whenever I think about whether I should update this blog, two questions come to mind:

  1. Is the thing I want to write about food related?
  2. Is the thing I want to write about music related?

99% of the "things" fall into one of those categories, and I'm not even sure what the other 1% is. Probably a mathematical error.

Oh wait, I do have something non music or food related; I got a job! Besides 16 credits of classes (yeah, I should've found a way to fill up the other 2 credits I'm paying for, but I'd also like to not fail my classes), I do website related work for the NYU Law School. It's a pretty sweet job, the most maddening thing being THE EXTREMELY BADLY CODED WEBSITES. In a way, it's easier to just, ye know, not care about the code and let your WYSIWYG editor (in this case, Dreamweaver, which isn't so bad) fill in whatever it feels like. But I can't do that; I like looking at simple code. This is the method I've cultivated over the past 2-ish years and I'm not going to revert back to looking at "design view". Here's a list of annoying things:

  • lists of names where each name is inside an individual cell
  • use of br instead of p
  • empty table cells used as spaces between lines
  • a span class called "bold"
  • a span class called "purple text"
  • font tags around seemingly every freakin' word (I edited a page with small caps that would have font tags around the first letter and then more around the rest of the word to make it look like small caps. Of course, I changed that with "font-variant: small-caps" because THAT'S EASIER, YES THANK GOD.)

I'm not web standards guru, but I can have...some issues. Yes?

Another web related issue I'm having is the non-working-ness of high speed Internet in my room. Thankfully, my dorm now comes with free internet, as opposed to last year where all the students had to find their own providers. However, it's still not run by NYU and if something is terribly wrong with the Internet in my room, I might have to pay for it. It seems like crap to me. Anyway, I haven't even gotten to call RCN yet because they only work Monday through Friday, 8AM to 5PM. Yes, they're regular work times and what do you know, that's when I go to school and work too. Hopefully I can call them on Thursday morning.

Along with free Internet, my dorm also set up some wireless study lounges, one of which I've become well acquainted with in the past week. (sigh)

I suppose it's good to get out of my room every now and then and not be on the Internet for a gazillion hours, but not having steady Internet access is somewhat horrifying for me, probably like what not having TV can feel like for some people. Instead of having the Internet to amuse me, I've watched a gazillion episodes of Yakitate that I downloaded. It's the best TV show ever, by the way. Thanks to Allen, I now have a TV show to claim being semi-obsessed with. Japanese is freakin' hard to understand though. During the last episode I watched, the only word I think I could've picked up without subtitles was "denshi renji" (microwave). Oh yes, my awesome knowledge of Japanese is gonna take me places!


...see, even my favorite TV show is food related! Arrgh! (That explains it though, eh?) I ate too much for dinner (although not to the point where I was really full, which was part of the problem), nothing of which was especially bad for my health, but due my tendency to eat mass quantities of stuff, it may not have been that good. Say...3-4 ounces of raw cashews, 2 peaches, 1 pluot, 7 ounces of Greek yogurt and about 2 tablespoons of honey, and a taro rice ball from Fay Da Bakery (holy crap, they're so good I can hardly believe I've only eaten them twice before). See what I mean by not especially good or bad? Just. EXCESSIVE! That's what I'm like.


August 22, 2005

what's going on?

Oops, I forgot about this thing.

...but that's okay! Because. My life is pretty boring already.

I was thinking today about how I didn't see any of my old high school friends this summer. Was this an error on my part? I saw some old MIDDLE school friends from Taiwan that I have to say are better friends with me than the ones I went to high school with, even though I've seen them much less over the course of my life. But that doesn't mean my HS friends were worthless or that we didn't have fun doing things together.

So. Is something wrong with me? "God, I'm horrible for not even calling up to see if anyone were alive!" I just found out that one of my old friends is going to Egypt for a year, so there's another year I won't be seeing her. A few of my friends are studying abroad, which is an awesome opportunity (I'm staying here). Then I realized that none of my HS friends contacted me either. I guess the feeling is mutual.

Actually, I lied. I did meet up with one good friend I went to HS with, but we've actually been friends since we were in the womb. Our parents have been friends for ages, so I guess our bond is stronger than...others.

Oh well, that's New Jersey. It's not like all of NJ is devoid of cool people but my best friends live elsewhere, or in other parts of NJ.

I'm not a very good friend, and there isn't much anyone can say to make me think otherwise. I'm not the worst friend (I value...punctuality!) but sometimes I'm too lazy to do things with people or I don't really feel like doing something ooor something else that I can't think of right now.

There are worse things. Hohum.

I saw Broken Flowers with my mum and we were both a bit perplexed by it. "So. ...what was that about?" It was interesting after thinking about it more, but we were still thinking "Huh?" As one of the IMDB members said, the movie stays with you because there's no resolution. Well. Great. NOW I WILL ALWAYS WONDER WHAT WAS GOING ON.

(I'm not one of those "smart" film watchers.)

I came to the conclusion that most people are insane and don't have good lives. Another movie that taught me that is Me and You and Everyone We Know. It's another one of those "huh?" movies, although not to the extent of Broken Flowers (this movie was more interesting to me, although it has a few smaller stories going on at the same time). I also was kinda "eh" about the movie until the "everyone is insane" realization, which in turn made me wonder if I'm insane, and if I'm not, if I'm abnormal for not being insane.

My first impression was that it wasn't very realistic (not that I was looking for it, but for a movie that wasn't necessarily a fantasy, it seemed quite unreal), but then many of the viewers said it was. And now...I question my life. OF LIIIES! Or something. My own life is unreal, although it's in the boring sense. "Robyn, you've never done ___? Or seen ___?" Today, CJ was appalled that I hadn't seen any of the Kirate Kid movies. OH LORDY!

...well, not really appalled. All he did was shout and point and me in horror.

I watched The Corporation the other night and it contributed to the "the world is insane" theme that has been running throughout these movies, although in a different, completely terrifying way. Figuring that the documentary is mostly true, our world seems pretty much...screwed. Unless people do stuff, "stuff" being...I don't know. I'd recommend watching this documentary, even if you don't agree with it, although it's hard to ignore that corporations have more power than they should have and that the environment is going to shit, thus...


I don't know when I'm supposed to develope a materal instinct, but I haven't yet.

To ease the depressing movie spell, I may have to fill my head with Miyazaki. I finally watched Nausicaa after letting the DVD sit in my room for a few weeks, and just like every Miyazaki movie, it was excellent. Does anyone else make animated action movies with powerful stories as well as Studio Ghibli? I also rewatched my favorite movie, Laputa. The English dubbing bothers me but it's not that bad, and you can use the Japanese track on the DVD.


...end ramble.

August 10, 2005

it smells like zoo

It's August 10th already? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? Double digits = bad! Very bad. School looms ever nearer...

But I'll try not to think about it. How? I'll rip out chunks of my brain! I suppose I could screw up and cut into the part that enables me to breathe without thinking, but...but. Sometimes, you just gotta take risks.

Last Friday I had much fun fooding with craploads of friends. After the fooding, Diana, Carol, and Allen accompanied me to the Sayonara exhibit where A POOFY WAS HANGING ON THE WALL! Yes! Truly!


I was very flattered that Love bought a Poofy from me at the MoCCA festival and decided to use it in the "plush zoo" section of the exhibit (which feature her and Mike Segawa's artwork). Especially since it paled in comparison to the other plushies on display.

plushies on the wall
plushies on the wall

If I can, I'm going to decorate my dorm room wall in a similar manner. :)

Diana parted since she had to go home but Carol, Allen and I plodged on to embark on a 70 block walk and jaunt through the cook book aisles of Barnes & Noble. What better way could you spend a night? Partying? Drinking? NO! LOOKING AT COOKBOOKS! And having a hell of a good time.

I stayed over Carol's dorm so we could go to the Bronx Zoo bright and early the next morning. Bright and early didn't work too well for us since we were half-dead (maybe me more so than her), but WE PLODGED ON! FOR THE ANIMALS! AND THE SMELL OF POOP! We were pretty sure we were heading in the righr direction when we saw this sign:

No, the zoo isn't in the sky

The zoo was hot. Full of animals and children. Babies. Parents. Sleeping lions. Sleeping polar bears. Zoo food is overpriced and craptastic. One of the highlights was THIS PAIR OF MONGOOSE...geese...good lord, what is it?


Wow, they're cute. Good name too.

Of course, I'm partial to cute things. If you look like this:

fat toad things
fat toad things

I probably won't love you. Things that glisten aren't high on the lovable scale.

So the zoo was fine and dandy. I wouldn't call it one of my favorite places on earth, but now I know where to go for a mongoose fixin' and I had a lot of fun with Carol and her friends.

Life has been rather uneventful since then, or rather, it's mainly food or music related and I have those two blogs covered. Damn. Methinks I need to do something else, like make more poofies or do something design-related. Or sleep less.

August 3, 2005

seeing movies

I'm not much of a movie-goer, yet I've seen a few movies lately. I guess that means there isn't much to do. HA HA. Lovely.

Actually, there is a lot to do. I've spent the past three days going back and forth between NYC and NJ for various reasons (seeing friends, going to my graphic design class, doing work for a teacher) but I finally get to stay home tomorrow! And...visit the orthodontist. Joy.

So, those movies. I saw "Wedding Crashers" last Friday and I thought it was really funny. Not the funniest movie I had ever seen, but it was better than I thought it would be. By "better" I mean it wasn't as crude as I was expecting. It was kind of mushy, but...meh. Can't expect much else from a movie. Vince Vaughn is my new favorite funny actor dude; his facial expressions are priceless.

I also saw The Island, which almost no one has seen, judging from the money (er, lack of) it made. I usually like sci-fi things so I enjoyed the movie, even though it was strange. Incongruous. TOO MUCH CAR-CRASHING ACTION, JESUS. The central point of the movie (which I could say, but that would spoil it...then again, you're probably not going to see the movie) was disturbing, which I liked. ...yeah, I like disturbing things! SUPER! Steve Buscemi was cool, although he wasn't in the movie for very long.

After my graphic design classes I tend to feel like there's no way I could do graphic design. Not well, at least. Concept is the key; just making things pretty is total crap. NEED CONCEPTS! NEED NEW BRAIN! NEED BETTER GRAMMAR! Obviously, graphic design isn't my future but it's fun to dabble in. Or depressing. Can it be both? I have no idea what to do for my next assignment (I'd explain it but...meh, maybe I'll let you in on my FAILUUURE) which is bothering me. Ah. Crap.

July 24, 2005


Sometimes I go to museums, and by "sometimes" I mean once or twice a year. Yes, I spend most of my time in NYC yet rarely go to the museums (there are MANY things I don't do despite living in NYC). The only reason I finally got off my lazy bum to go to the MoMA was because a friend and her friend from out of town were visiting and asked if I wanted to go.

large window thing

The last time I went to the MoMA was before the reconstruction. From what I remember, there wasn't much there. Now it is much...huger. Yes. That's my super astute observation. I got through most of the museum in about 3 hours. My favorite part was the Architecture and Design floor.

cute salt + pepper shakers
cute salt + pepper shakers

The High Line Exhibition was interesting; I've never travelled far enough west to see it for myself, but it'd be cool if they could get the garden-thing going. I wasn't very interested in the photography collections. Actually, I guess I wasn't really interested in most of the stuff, except the interior of the museum itself, which is lovely. I wouldn't mind living in a similarly styled house, although that would be insane.

Because I'm silly, here are a few of my favorite MoMA things:

baked potato
baked tater
broken dishes + utensils
broken dishes + utensils

Hours after leaving MoMA, we went to the Whitney Museum (after eating and walking). I had only been there once before and at that time, half of the exhibitions weren't even open. Doh. I think everything was open on Friday so it was worth taking a look at. I don't recall much besides lots of piles of sand with mirrors placed in them in different configurations and some huge blobby green paintings that were awesome, because I LIKE BLOBBY THINGS.

Working on graphic design homework now and it's going somewhat terribly. Doh.

July 18, 2005

Harry Potter

Finishing a Harry Potter book always fills me with sadness. "It's over! WHY? No! But I just had 100 more pages to go! I think. Dammit!" I wonder what I'll feel like when the last book comes out. Suicidal?

Alright, I'm not that obsessed. I didn't go to any midnight parties, opting to nonchalantly pick up the book on Saturday afternoon at B&N. I started reading it around 9 PM, read into the night, slept, and finished it the following afternoon. Even though I didn't love it as much as the previous books (even though it's more than 600 pages long, I felt like it had a big "TO BE CONTINUED" slapped on the end, making me twitchy having to wait for the next one), I still loved it. I guess I shouldn't talk much about it, in the off chance that you haven't read it yet (and why is that?) it. If you like Harry Potter, that is. In which case, you wouldn't need anyone to tell you to read it.

I first read Harry Potter about six years ago. My mum and I were shopping at BJs and she picked up the second Harry Potter book. "I heard this was good, want to read it?" I unenthusiastically agreed, all the while thinking "What the heck is Harry Potter?" Judging from the cover illustration, I would've thought it was too kiddie if it weren't so hefty. I started reading it that night and was amazed by how much I loved it. I know it's not the most amazing literary series for kids in the history of all literature, but it's definitely my favorite. I think it has to do with the combination of the magical and non-magical worlds as I'm not usually into fantasy stories (those involving magic/witches/wizards; I'm a fan of some science fiction, which would also be "fantasy" but it's a little different, eh?). I've tried reading "Lord of the Rings" and "The Hobbit", both of which resulted in me blanking out and never finishing them.

I don't read enough novels. (sigh) For whatever reason, I've never been that interested in adult novels. All my favorite authors write for children or young adults; do I refuse to grow up? I've been forced to read many books in school of course, and none of them left much impract on me except for the ones I got to choose (in 9th grade I got to read a Arther C. Clarke book, and even though I haven't read many of his books I'd say he's one of my favorite authors). Most of the books I read for adults are non-fiction and food related (not surprising). Last night before going to bed I was reading Chocolate Bar and I don't even bake! AHH!

...anyway, I think I'll re-read the 5th Harry Potter book. I need to refresh my memory. After that, maybe I'll read the 6th one again.

July 12, 2005

summer's going too quickly

Happy Birthday, Hubert! Hubert is my brother. Actually, plain old Bert will do. I don't know if anyone outside my family calls Hubert "Bert" but I'd feel weird calling him Hubert.

...uh. So. This summer is going by much more quickly than I thought it would. Actally, I had no idea how quickly it would go, so that's not a very true statement.

Last weekend (aka, a few days ago), I met up with Karen, my best friend from middle school in Taiwan that I hadn't seen in almost 7 years. 7 YEARS. It's a long time but strangely perhaps, it didn't feel like we had been apart for that long. We hadn't really changed much (well, I say that after only having been together for a few hours that day) so it was like...well. Just picking up where we left off. Carol, another one of my best middle school friends, hung out with us (along with three of Karen's friends) and being around her gives that same air of comfort. Most of my TAS friends gives me that same feeling, which unfortunately can't come from anywhere else. I'm lucky to live near NYC where people are likely to visit (or live; Carol goes to school there and another one of my old friends is transferring there next semester). I wish Carol and I could've done more stuff with Karen but understandably, she had plans for things to do with her friends that came down with her from Boston in NYC.


One of my friends pointed out how it seemed odd that we weren't sitting more closely together. I didn't think about that but I guess that could seem odd. Not like we didn't want to TOUCH EACH OTHER AND GET GERMY but it didn't occur to me at the time. My thoughts about touch could fill up another entry...maybe later.

Crap, it's 4 AM.

For the next few weeks I will probably be babysitting my teacher's baby daughter, four days a week from 9-5. In NYC. It seems a little insane considering how early I'll have to wake up to get there on time, but her daughter is only a baby and I won't make any money sitting on my bum at home.

Next weekend I plan on meeting up with a VAssar friend for much fooding. The week after (or the one after that), Carol may come over my house for a weekend to relax in Jersey (!). And after that, who knows? Need to meet up with Diana soon and perhaps I should visit Boston, but there doesn't seem to be much time. Doh.

Still have my graphic design class. My assignment for this week is to design a movie poster, which could be easy. Or not. It's not quite that simple. Last week's assignment (ongoing for the rest of the class) was to design a cereal box. I like how mine turned out, although it needs tweaking and I think I'm going to actually make the cereal out of clay:

front of cereal box

I don't think I could ever go into the graphic design field since it's more based on having good ideas than anything else (that's the impression I'm under; you can get people with drawing skills, but ideas are harder to find) but I enjoy my class. There were only ten people in last night's class; some people have dropped out and people are absent sometimes. A few of us haven't missed any classes so far, me being one of them. Hey, my mum's paying for it, I should make the most of it!