And so it goes...

Here is my surrender to the revolution of social networking and its co-conspirator, the blog. Initially, I wondered why the blogging phenomenon was so utterly captivating to people. I thought that there seemed to be a bit of self-indulgence in the average blogger's tone. It appeared to be a forum to get more attention from people who probably don't even care that much about you. A bit of a 'Look at me! Look at me!' domain. I mean, why wouldn't people just keep a journal, if these thoughts and ideas and information that they needed to write were only really for their own self-gratification.

But here I am. The more that I've read, the more I've discovered with every crappy, prima donna's weightless fluff, there is a person that actually has interesting and thought-provoking things to say. It's good information and ideas inspiring people to think for themselves and the day ahead. I can't cut that. So to you, Blog. Let's hurry up and get this love-hate relationship over with. I aim to be completely worthless and really, the more shitty entries I can post, the better.

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Yesterday, I had dinner with some friends at Sahn Maru in Oakland. It's a Korean establishment. I've been there a few times now. It has quickly become a favorite of mine. The people there are very warm and entering the doors always is met with a cheerful, bright smile. Last night we had bbq chicken and pork, spicy kimchee bean paste soup, kimchee seasoned assorted shellfish with preserved fish and veggies. You will come to know me as a foodie so I will often write about my foodventures and taste bud tickles. The food was fantastic and always is here, but what I really want to write about here is the conversation that I had amongst my friends. I met these friends that I had dinner with in college. The one that sat next to me has a younger sister. The way she describes her sister is a little heart-wrenching. It seems as if she is encapsulated in a shell. She doesn't seem to like talking to anyone and would rather just be left alone. I, being the obnoxious twit that I am, enjoy trying to get my friend to set me up with her sister. The funny part of it is how irritated she gets. And I'm not really sure if it's the idea of me and her sister, or if it's just anyone and her sister. I'm pretty certain it's the former. Here's a little of our dialogue:

Friend: She wouldn't be into you.
Me: Why not? She's not into awesomeness?
Friend: (nervous chuckle) She doesn't like talking to my friends.
Me: I bet you that I could make her laugh.
Friend: That actually might do her some good.
Me: And then I could take her back to my place.
Friend: .......
Me: You and I are going to be in-laws.
Friend: (contemptfully grinning)
Me: I'd be able to confide in you about, you know....bedroom stuff.
Friend: You're terrible.
Me: Do you have a picture of her? Can I see?
Friend: Why?
Me: Because I'd like to see what my soulmate looks like.
Friend: (vexatiously twitches) I have to go to the bathroom.

Yes, you may think that I was a little inappropriate. But one must be so every now and then to enjoy a soulful laugh. It has become habitual for me to inquire about her and her availability. I do this because I know that I can push her buttons and it gives me pleasure and apparently, everyone else at the dinner table as well.

Some people get very squeamish with particular things. My friend becomes very uncomfortable when I talk about her sister. I tried thinking about what makes me uncomfortable. Is there anything that makes me wiggle like a worm on a fish hook when encountered with? I couldn't really think of one. And I think that I'm lucky in this regard. But I will continue to look.