When everyone passes around their licenses.

A while after I first got my drivers license until just recently, I would often find myself engaged in this game of Share-The-Shame-That-Is-Your-License-Picture.

This was almost entirely because no one had updated their license picture since they got it, so everyone looked like their old ridiculous selves.

This is no more for me.

The new ones don't scan as well as the old ones. This seems to be intentional. In both cases, the photo looked best when shown on the DMV's computer monitor, and degraded in quality after printing, and even more so once I scanned it.

Marrying into a family.

This past Sunday, my cousin who lives in Utah proposed to his girlfriend in front of Robert Indiana's LOVE statue in NYC. As they were up for the weekend, his new fiancé got a chance to meet all the uncles, and I have to say I was a bit embarrassed at the racist, homophobic and crude behavior that I do normally find myself cringing at. I apologized to her for this, and her fiancé, my half Korean, stylish, polite cousin Jeffrey quipped "I don't know how they even talk to me." It is the sort of family where boys were threatened at a young age: "if you EVER call me up and tell me you're a fag, I won't EVER speak to you again!"


On a slightly pathetic, faintly self-loathing note, I was again considering what it would be like to marry into a family. That is, could I marry the only single, only brother, so that I, too, could bear that proud name? If the only single, only brother even lived within 100 miles, I could consider this further.