Tag Archives: my family is crazy

The Socratic Method

Posted on August 21, 2008 by Meg

My dad: How did you happen to know < the contact info for a local business > ? Meg: Google. Isn’t that the way we know everything? My dad: Socrates would hate hearing that.

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Screaming Fanboys At The Historical Society

Posted on August 14, 2008 by Meg

I’m doing some work for my mom, making a blog for her museum. It’s a great project, although I’m not exactly  knowledgable about history or art in the last 2000 years, so she has to keep me from writing things … Continue reading →

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The Pastor’s Daughter

Posted on August 8, 2008 by Meg

I got my license several years ago in Massachusetts, but it expired while I was in China, and now that I’m home in New Jersey, I’d like to drive legally. Today I spent a couple hours on the phone with … Continue reading →

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Jersey Girl

Posted on July 28, 2008 by Meg

I flew up to New Jersey yesterday to see my family. The upside to the visa hassles and life upheaval is that I get to visit my folks! It’s been just under a year since I’ve seen my family. Now … Continue reading →

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Games Of The Future

Posted on July 25, 2008 by Meg

Char: You’ve got Gram Lucy’s longevity genes, Stick. You’re going to be the little old man in the nursing home… all hunched over and playing on your X-X-X-Box. Stick: Uh,  I don’t think that’s for playing games.

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Germaine Quote

Posted on July 3, 2008 by Meg

…last week, I accidentally called your mom at like midnight…thinking I was calling Beth’s CELL PHONE, but I was calling the house, LOL. I apologized to your mom, and she was like, “That’s okay, Germaine. I thought you were Megan … Continue reading →

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Paternal Guidance

Posted on May 30, 2008 by Meg

I told my dad about our new hutong home. He said I could live even closer to the Forbidden City but I’d probably have to become a concubine.

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Following Traditions

Posted on December 23, 2007 by Meg

When I was younger, right before Christmas, my family would drive to Kearny, NJ, where there was a street of Scottish import stores. We would get our all-important Christmas meat pies and sausage rolls, and eat our the traditional pre-Christmas … Continue reading →

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