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How I got so smart . . .

As summer drags on . . .

. . . at its slow pace, D and I are still thinking about what we should do and where we should go. We both admitted that the greatest obstacle in our planning is the (self-conceived) weight of our decision. It's like we have to choose whether or not we want to become grown ups by the end of the year. I know, come on! I making it seem so melodramatic and, whatever, deep or something. But seriously. It's like our choice is between buying a house, which borders on "settling down," especially since it would have to be in an affordable city -- and none of our friends live in affordable cities. So it would be Dave and I owning a home and thinking about family things. Between that and moving where my friends are, spending half my paycheck on rent and the other half on going out and all that that entails. The thing is i really want a house. Why the hell do I want a house so bad? Maybe because Santa Cruz has made renting seem like the dumbest thing in the world. Why would anyone throw their money away just to live in a town that sucks? (Sorry. I know, i have to get off my S.C. sucks kick. It's just summer, and cold, and boring right now and I can't help it. If it were February and 70 out I might sing a different tune.)
But what also pisses me off is that this is a decision that has to be made. Shouldn't it just happen? Shouldn't it be like, wups i just had a baby, now i have to find a job and house that matches? I hate all this pre-meditated nonsense.

Santa Clara Dining

After a deathly boring past two weeks, all of a sudden I'm super busy. How did this happen and can i get it all done?
Yesterday, D + I went up to Santa Clara to have Korean Food. This is our third tripto the city and our third Korean restaurant. We've been to Blue Stone, something else, and last night we went to Corner Place. Let me briefly describe the korean dining experience, if i may. Most on the Northern West Coast (which means I've only been to Silicon Valley + Geary St, SF), are not "fancy" places. The proprietors don't seem to mark decor as a priority, thus they mostly maintain a ghostly resemblance to the IHOP, or whatever, that used to exist there. (This is not true for the restaurants I've been to in Flushing, NY -- which mostly seem constructed by the owners and elaborately reminiscent of a mythical Korean landscape).
But the food is usually super good -- and "down home." Korean food is not delicate dining; its stewey, sloppy and steamy. Last night I got Yuk Ge Jang -- a spicy beef broth with veggies and noodles. Dave got Duk Man Doo Gook -- my favorite dish of broth, rice cakes, and dumplings. You also receive on your table an array of "pan chan," little dishes of goodies. If ever you want some K. food, call me up. I'm in.