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Miscellany Monday @ lowercase letters+ open your eyes. On Saturday, Alan took me to renew my driver’s license.  Apparently, they expire the day you turn 21.  There’s nothing quite like realizing you’ve been driving on an expired license for a week to keep your speed in check.  Not that that happened to me, or anything.  The man who asked me to verify my information and took my photo gave me these instructions: “Sit down in that chair.  Do you see that smiley face sticker?  Look at the smiley face sticker.  Put your chin down a little.  Move your hair out of your face.  Open your eyes.”  I’m sorry.  I forgot that we Asians tend to walk around with our eyes closed.  My mistake.  He also said, three times, that I would have a question about my license (I hate it when people say things like that, because I usually don’t have a question and that usually leads to awkward moments) when he clicked to the next page on the screen.  My license is vertical, as opposed to the horizontal orientation.  He said it was because I received my camera card/temporary license before my birthday.  But, if the license expires on my birthday, shouldn’t I have received the camera card before my birthday?  Otherwise, I wouldn’t be covered.  I have no idea what he was talking about.  But the point is, I received my new license and my hair looks crazy.

+ vanilla extract. First of all, I purchased alcohol for the first time on Saturday (though not to drink, because I promised my parents that I wouldn’t drink alcohol from my 21st birthday until my 22nd birthday).  And I wasn’t carded.  Apparently, I need to start using some TimeWise Replenishing Serum+C.  Anyway.  Alan and I decided to make some homemade vanilla extract, about which I am very excited.  We purchased some vanilla beans, two small bottles each of Malibu Rum Coconut and Captain Morgan Spiced Rum, and then one small bottle of Captain Morgan Private Stock (which, according to the labels, is basically the same as the spiced rum, but more expensive and in a glass bottle).  At home, I cut the vanilla beans into thirds so they would be submerged in the alcohol, and then slit them down the center to open the beans.  Then, I just dropped them into the tiny bottles and closed them.  They’ll darken over the course of the next five months or so, the vanilla eventually replacing the strong smell of the alcohol.  The total cost (I’m not sure what size the bottles are, but they’re the tiny cute ones that cost $8 if you’re at a hotel in Bermuda) was around $13-$15.  And I haven’t priced vanilla lately, so I’m not sure if we’ll actually save money, but it was fun and I’m excited for coconut vanilla extract and spiced vanilla extract.  If you try this, don’t forget to store your bottles in a cool, dark place and completely submerge the beans, or else they’ll mold!

+ my father’s daughter. I recently walked into the kitchen and found a rather old tooth lying on the counter.  Instead of asking why or who or what or any of the countless questions normal people would ask, I realized that being the daughter of my father, that sort of thing no longer fazes me, because it’s nothing for me to come home to find rocks soaking the sink or drying on the deck.  And then to be corrected, because that’s not just a rock, it’s a special rock that was used for a special purpose/that’s from a certain area.  I would also like to add that my father, hater of most technology, wants a laptop.  When I asked Mom why, she said it was probably so he could check Google Earth and the USGS earthquake map.  Every time Dad wants to use the laptop, he asks one of us to look up the earthquake map.  I checked it out the other day to find the rating of the March 11 earthquake in Japan.

And I have to admit, it was a pretty interesting website.

This photo popped up on my Twitter feed this morning and it is true.  This is a frequent topic of discussion in my family — mainly among Alan and me, because we’ve had quite a few experiences with Asians who do not believe that a Caucasian man and a Korean woman are an ideal couple (which I will write about later).  At PG, there is a Chinese waitress who looks to be in her mid-twenties.  Apparently, she’s closer to her thirties.  And the woman who translated my sister’s adoption papers in the early ’90s and now has a teenage daughter?  She has no gray hair and a petite figure.  And the mother of that Korean boy (and by “that Korean boy” I mean “the only Korean boy in school”) I “went out with” in middle school?  She still looks like she’s 20.  And, when I was in England, I met an Asian woman who looked to be 18.  She told me she was in her early thirties.

I’m frequently mistaken for either a 16-year-old or a 26-year-old, depending on how I wear my hair and makeup.  Dad says I’m in that “in between” stage where my age can be guessed on either extreme.  Either way, most Asians do seem to age a lot more slowly than any other ethnic group.  While I assume that genes play a huge role in the youthful appearances, I believe that a good part of that can also be credited to skin care.  For example, Mary Kay TimeWise Replenishing Serum + C is a very popular anti-aging product.  Guess who developed it and uses it?  Asians!

Also, stereotypically Americans believe that tanning = beautiful.  And I will admit that I have, for years, spent many summer days lying out in my backyard, prepping my skin for melanoma — however, I have decided that I’m done with that, because I do not want cancer and I do not want to have a seasonal tan on my wedding day (I hate looking back on photos and being able to tell distinctly when they were taken, based on my skin tone or haircut).  Koreans, on the other hand, do not tan (and by that I mean that Koreans slather on the sunscreen and carry parasols, not that Koreans cannot tan).  According to a New York Times article, “‘skin color’ and ‘peach’ are synonymous.”  And no tanning = no advanced aging + no loss of moisture = no wrinkles.

Or maybe Asians are just incredibly blessed in the aging department.