tuesday

Ji still looks like a hobo who drank too much listerine and got the crap kicked out of him for being obnoxious on a streetcorner. His hair is also a disaster. I saw Ji at lunch and was aghast. When one has a child, one does not imagine that a day will come when one's offspring will be seen slorping down rice, face graced with a black eye and scab, legs ridden with mosquito bites, fingernails dirty, shorts sloppy, nose snotty, and hair matted and madly sproinging to one side. When one is confronted with such a sight, one must take a deep breath, do a mental checklist ensuring that there was nothing one could've done to prevent such a shocking sight - in my case, the checklist came up with one big black mark against me for not having trimmed Ji's hair yet - and then cheerily get some kleenex and start tidying. It's best if one licks the kleenex and then wipes the kid's face as that adds a true touch of cinema verite to the whole scene.

Dig Ji's shiner:

Still, aside from superficial appearances, we're doing alright. [Ji Hong-7-June-2005]