i must mention this.

friday midday i found myself with a bit of free time and a hunger pang. i called heather, and we decided to try a new-ish spot in provo. when i got home, caitie was also there so we packed up and went to four seasons hotpot and dumplings, on 236 N. University. the waitress was incredibly helpful, and we ended up deciding on a chinese salad and a batch of boiled dumplings to share. the waitress recommended the salad and i was a bit skeptical--i thought there was a possibility that it would have crushed ramen noodles sprinkled on top, and caitie was thought that it might have canned mandarin oranges, but no, it was the real deal, with glass noodles, cilantro, and i can't remember what else. this was authentic, according to my limited knowledge of authenticity. the dumplings were filled with pork and cabbage per the recommendation of the waitress, and they were deliciosos. they were just like the ones my family had in taiwan. and after all was said and done, we only spent about 6 dollars each. so good! i write this because i want to recommend it to anyone who likes real ethnic food, and wants to support local small business. it's definitely my new favorite, and i can't wait to try a hotpot there sometime. come with me. 謝謝.

destinacion?

i might live near this.

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid Disorder:	Low
Schizoid Disorder:	Low
Schizotypal Disorder:	Moderate
Antisocial Disorder:	Low
Borderline Disorder:	Low
Histrionic Disorder:	Low
Narcissistic Disorder:	Low
Avoidant Disorder:	Low
Dependent Disorder:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder:	Low
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Moderately schizotypal. Does this mean I may be prone to believing silly internet personality disorder tests?

ricky

was the cutest face i met in escalante this time around.

today

in the news

leaves and lemon bars, title brought to you by sister one

from the other side of 7th north i saw the two. they were loitering on the corner, watching me as i crossed the street with a handful of a plateful of lemon bars, going home from the mini-mission reunion.

"hello, fair lady of the night, happy fall" said the shorter one without a beard.

"well, hello" i said.

"take this leaf, and have a happy fall" he said.

i took the leaf. a dead one, perhaps from the true fall a winter earlier.

"would y'all like a lemon bar?" said i, not knowing if it was spring, really.

"no, you should see what sugar does to me, but that man would like one" came the reply.

the bearded fellow silently smiled, nodded, and took a lemon bar from my plate. the beardless fellow was still muttering some words about sugar.

"are you sure you don't want one? i think they're good." i said, last effort.

"no, thank you very much. have a happy fall" he smiled and bowed.

"you have . . . a happy fall . . .too" i said as i turned toward the south and continued home, the leaf still in my hand.

and it stayed there til i got home and told amy this story.

open windows

data recovery is a beast. especially when the data don't recover. is it better to have written and lost, than to have never written at all? who knew that data and information is sometimes worthy of mourning? alas, poor comadrona4.doc, i knew him well.





but a night of watching youtube with hilleroy and amy can cure all ills.




and now i learned that the powers that be AREN'T changing the GRE from a 2 1/2 hour test to a 4 hour test. my adhd breathes a sigh of relief.