I’ve finally gotten resolution to my computer issues: my Acer died and I’m now the proud owner of an Asus. I miss my little Acer! I rushed to by this new laptop and didn’t get a chance to do my research. I was lucky to have a female sales clerk who really walked me through all the models available rather than acting like anything she may say would be incomprehensible to me as most male tech salesclerks tend to do. I hope it continues to run as good as it looks.

I stopped at the international grocery store this past week, walked well into the fresh produce section and was beyond amazed to see durien fruit. I hadn’t seen or smelled this stuff since Taiwan. There in lies the problem:  I hadn’t smelled it. The smell from this small box full of fruit should have met at the door, but it didn’t. Not a since scent. Back in the freezer section, not only did I see frozen moon cakes with Durien ice cream (it’s moon festival time!) but I also saw frozen durien. Wow. I’m wondering if the durien lost its scent in transit or to better suit the US market. Books do that: they change covers or edit language as the cross borders. Some books ever rewrite scenes to fit a particular audience. Here in America, we tend to get the happily ever after edits. Does this allow us to preserve culture or to create our own sense of reality? Because sometimes, life really does stink.

Now, I need to find someone who has some Ben and Jerry’s Pumpkin Cheesecake IceCream to enjoy while I watch Purdue do its thing to Notre Dame!