Monday, October 30, 2006

From the "They really think of everything" department...


TOKYO (Reuters) - Is it a phone call, a text message or simply time to make love?

new mobile phone available through Japan's NTT DoCoMo can ring to let
would-be mothers know when they reach the most fertile part of their
monthly reproductive cycles.

By tapping in data on menstruation
dates, the user can program the phone to alert her three days before
ovulation and again on the day. The company warns that the calculations
are based on average cycles.

Wow.... all I can say is.... wow.

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Friday, October 20, 2006


So close... the Mets were soooo close to getting to the World Series!

Oh well... better luck next year!

Sunday, October 08, 2006

R.I.P. Nabi (1992-2006)

Nabi just passed away some 35 minutes ago. It was witnessed by myself, my sister, and my father. Our house is a river of tears right now. He fought his best all the way to the last (even slashed up my face while I was trying to move him to a more comfortable spot). I don't know if Chabi is aware yet that his brother is no longer with us.

I keep staring at his little corpse, somehow expecting it would somehow come back to life, even for just a little moment. It is, of course, an impossibility. I saw his death throes, his last defiance of death, even as he was choking in blood and spittle. I saw his eyes stare at me, eyes wide, until his soul left him and his eyes dilated to all black.

I know now why cats try to slink away and die in private. We... I robbed him of that, afraid of letting go, wanting to seem him bounce back just one more time. But it wasn't meant to be.

I can't sleep, not yet. My mother doesn't know yet, and she is in Malaysia right now. Nabi was most closest to her, and she to Nabi. She will find out in a matter of hours. In some ways, she probably already knows, via psychic connection or something....

I will miss Nabi, the orange cat. He kept us all company through several years. He was very shy, but when he came to know you, he was the loveliest and neediest cat of all. In his last hours, I played some flute for him. He practically grew up in Pittsburgh, listening to flutes played by my friend Lida, and later on, myself. He enjoyed listening to the flute, sometimes snoozing in the studio while my students played on.

He's lying there on the small leather couch-chair. We haven't figured what to do with the body yet. He's looking at me, his eyes refusing to close, even as my sister and I tried to gently guide them closed. Feisty and defiant to the end. I resist the urge to call his name just one more time, hoping for the flick of the tail that was his acknowledgement, because I know it will no longer come.

Rest In Peace, Nabi. May your next life be prosperous in whatever form it may take.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006


Single again.... but it was very nice while it lasted.

Love is created by shared experiences and shared memories. There were lots of good ones. Maybe more will come, but the winds of fate will have to change first.