thinking outside the gular pouch

I was watching a video the other day of an egret eating a mouse when I came across several more of a crow trying to catch a duckling and a pelican with a duckling trying desperately to escape from its gular pouch. Then I saw some videos of geese fighting with swans, whether for territorial reasons or protecting their young or both, who really knows? After watching several of these, a thought occurred to me: Why can’t all birds just get along? Do they really have to eat each other? Do they really have to bully each other’s young to make a point that the lake belongs to them? It would be like if we had different species of human and some people ate other species of people. Can you imagine that?

People are people are people are people. But what if there were teeny tiny ones living in the grass and really big ones living in the mountains? We could eat the ones in the grass, but we would be eaten by the ones in the mountains. I don’t know if I would like a world like that. So how do we get all the birds to get along?



What makes a good friend? Is it being a listener on the phone whenever a friend calls you with a problem, even if it’s late at night like Carrie and Miranda? Is it walking into their bedroom whenever you notice your friend is down like Brooke and Peyton? Is it running lines with your friend who got cast in the school play as a form of punishment so he doesn’t make a fool of himself in front of the whole school like Eric and Landon? Is it offering your house as a hideout as you let her explain to you how she just ran her fingers through her crush’s hair in marching band and had to run away like Rory and Lane? Is it being able to call someone a “kindred spirit” even though they accidentally made you drunk on raspberry cordial like Diana and Anne? Is it offering to go to the nearest drugstore and smell shampoo products when your friend is feeling down about a boy like Tina and Holly? Is it starting a shrimping boat business after your friend passes away because you made a promise like Forrest and Bubba? Whatever the definition is, if you know you’ve got one and it’s not from a book or a movie or a TV show, you better hold onto them for as long as you can. All I know is a truly good friend is really hard to find in real life.


I miss you, Dad.

I looked up the word ‘languid’ today and I remembered that I had looked it up before. But because I don’t really have an opportunity, especially nowadays, to use words in sentences that I just looked up in conversation with people I know, it’s hard for me to lock down the definition and usage of the word. I guess you could kind of say I am languidly learning the definition of languid? I don’t know. It just makes me think of you, Dad. You once told me to look up every single word I don’t know the meaning of in the dictionary. I’ve noticed myself able to do that, but the words don’t stick because I don’t get to use them so I end up with my nose in the dictionary again, looking up words I’ve looked up before. Does this ever happen to anyone else? How do I truly learn a new word? It feels like everyone else just magically has words up their sleeve while I’m stuck here furtively pulling out my pocket dictionary like a word magician or something. Le sigh. Dad I miss you. There aren’t enough words in the English language for me to pull out the right one from the dictionary to describe how I miss you and how often and when.


rear thoughts

A long time ago, can’t remember exactly when, a writer told me, butt + chair = writing. Well, tonight I really wish I could say that, but my butt must be on fire the way it hurts and I can’t sit still. Despite the fact that I try to get up and go up and down the stairs to break up the work and not go crazy in my chair during the day, my butt hurts from working all day. I even went running after work and it still hurts. Writing this just intensifies the hurt because I am sitting in my chair typing this. Oh I know! I need one of those raisable desks that make it easy to alternate between standing up and writing and sitting down and writing all in one. Except how much does one of those cost? It must be expensive because it didn’t exist at one point. Anything that was invented costs a lot when it first goes on sale. I know it’s been around for a while now, but since I don’t have one I keep thinking it just went on sale. That’s just how YuMin’s brain works. Take it or leave it. And I guess if you made it this far, you’re taking it. Perhaps I could just get butt pads or something. That may work too. Like for when people learn how to figure skate for the first time. I wonder if that’ll actually work though. Knowing me, it’ll just backfire and make my butt hurt even more by the end of the day. And if you don’t think so, have you met me?




sights and sounds

These nights I’ve really appreciated opening the windows while holding off on turning on the A/C just yet. It’s not officially summer! One thing I’ve noticed is all the sounds become amplified. The dogs barking, moms telling their kids to play safely or that it’s time to come in soon, cars driving by, bullfrogs croaking, crickets chirping, drunk party people laughing, water splashing from a neighbor’s pool, geese honking, planes buzzing, dirt bikes dancing, and many other sounds I can’t name. But do you know what it all sounds like to me once all put together? A professional baseball game. Yup. Don’t ask me how I came up with that. It was just the first thing that popped into my head and stuck as I sat and listened like Buddha. It’s like I’m hearing a game from sitting way up in the nosebleed section and all the sounds from out the window are competing to come up with the score or what the announcer is saying or the blimp flying up overhead the stadium or the crowd cheering when it’s a good hit or when someone starts slurping their ice cold Coke like they are filming a mukbang. Open your window when it’s cool at night. Sit by it and listen. I swear you can almost hear the peanut guy.