Butters & Bambi

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    Fairies

    I was wading through a cornucopia of textbook today. Books containing the goods about organizational psychology, organizational development and how to become a (less dysfunctional) leader. This is my world right now as I study for comprehensive exams. I’ve spent hours reading, highlighting, post-it noting relevant entries. When I felt tired, I thought about the support…

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    Puzzle

    Why do we do the things we do? I don’t mean eating, sleeping, showering. I am referring to something more substantive. I want to know how we define ourselves and make our place in the world. This is not a philosophical rant about existentialism. This is a curiosity I hold about human behavior. This inquiring…

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    Baptism

    Driving on I-5 in the middle of summer left me with a dead bug collage on the front end of my Touareg. On Saturday, I had an overwhelming desire to jet spray the car down. So before I left Santa Barbara, I pulled into a local gas station with a drive-through car wash. It was…

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    $%@#!

    Forgive me Father (of writing) for I have sinned. I consider myself a “writer” yet make elementary mistakes embarrassing myself, Butters, Airstream Bambi, Fitzgerald, Hemingway, (Amy) Tan. A missing comma here and there, well, that’s ok. Using “an” when I meant to use “and” is just plain silly. The use of the word “not” instead of…

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    Airstream Doggie

    In the past, I’ve wondered if I have the right companion for my Airstream Bambi adventures. She is not from an aggressive breed and is only 25 pounds. So what can a Dachshund/Beagle mix truly bring to the table? Well, now that Butters has been with me for roughly two years, I’ve got a good…

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    Assimilation

    Today, I read an article about Steve Carrell.  He described how he tried to fit in while he was growing up.  According to Steve, he did what everyone else did, said what they said, and tried to wear what they wore.  He “homogenized” himself.  Words like homogenize and assimilate…there is something inherently wrong with them.  While…

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    I want to believe…in Santa

    My fingers were sore from unwrapping the piles of presents.  I took a rest and leaned against my newly acquired Barbie Dream House.  The bubble gum pink box advertised, “Over 3 ½ feet long!”  This was a spectacular gift, highly coveted by other girls, I was sure of it. My next treasured present was a…

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    What’s in a name?

    I was an awkward kid in elementary school as I tried to navigate through its complex social system.  It was challenging enough to learn new subjects but I also questioned my identity: was I Korean? American? Korean-American? Or I was just a goofball? Sure, I was good at math (what Asian kid isn’t) but trying…

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