Stars are just like us
Every week I pull out my US Weekly magazine and read about the things celebrities are doing that are just like the things that I am doing. Stars apparently eat ice cream cones, and drink Starbucks, and walk their expensive dogs, and yadda yadda yadda. Needless to say, I'm a little cynical. Sure I'd walk my dog if I had one, but probably not in a leather Louis Vuitton dog carrier.
The other day, however, I realized just how wrong I was. On the first leg of my return trip to San Francisco after Thanksgiving, I ran into a star just like me, Kanye West. Not only did he check in for his Delta flight using a kiosk (I actually talked with an agent this time, but I was right next to the kiosks) and order orange juice on-board (I actually had cranberry juice, but they're both juices), but he also used the on-board lavatory...and he took In Style magazine with him when he did (This last part makes him more like my dad, but you catch my drift).
28 November 2005
11 November 2005
Times are a Changin'
I love my neighborhood. It's cute, my neighbors are friendly, and it provides me with lots of stories for my blog.
While taking a leisurely walk to Safeway the other morning, I ran into the man who walks his two dogs every day while drinking coffee and saying hello to everyone on the street. We've spoken before, once or twice, but never for too long. I could tell by the look in his eye that that was all about to change. He stopped me and asked me if I was working that day. No, I said, I am going away for the weekend. Where are you headed, he asked. Back east, I replied. Oh, is that where you're from, he inquired. No, I answered. There was a short pause and then he took the conversation somewhere somewhat unexpected.
The Man: I wouldn't be surprised. You have perfect English and a perfect attitude.
I wanted to add, "for a Black person" for him, but thought it might be rude and would tarnish that "perfect attitude" of mine.
Me: Thanks.
TM: It is interesting that it wasn't too long ago that Blacks and Whites couldn't marry...but when they did they had some beautiful children, like Halle Barry. Now, things are different
Me: (I wasn't sure if the "things are different" comment referred to the marriage thing or the beauty of mixed babies, but I thought it best to just go with it. I also wasn't sure if the perfect English comment and the mixed marriages comments were related, like perhaps I was the product of one of those mixed marriages having received my dark skin from one parent and my perfect English from another, but again, I thought I should just go with it.) Uh, yeah.
TM: Bye.
I know what you're thinking, "that's it?" I was thinking the same, but I guess it was. He had nothing more for me about race relations, mixed babies, or the nice way in which I spoke the English language. So, we just said goodbye and I made my way to Safeway.
I love my neighborhood. It's cute, my neighbors are friendly, and it provides me with lots of stories for my blog.
While taking a leisurely walk to Safeway the other morning, I ran into the man who walks his two dogs every day while drinking coffee and saying hello to everyone on the street. We've spoken before, once or twice, but never for too long. I could tell by the look in his eye that that was all about to change. He stopped me and asked me if I was working that day. No, I said, I am going away for the weekend. Where are you headed, he asked. Back east, I replied. Oh, is that where you're from, he inquired. No, I answered. There was a short pause and then he took the conversation somewhere somewhat unexpected.
The Man: I wouldn't be surprised. You have perfect English and a perfect attitude.
I wanted to add, "for a Black person" for him, but thought it might be rude and would tarnish that "perfect attitude" of mine.
Me: Thanks.
TM: It is interesting that it wasn't too long ago that Blacks and Whites couldn't marry...but when they did they had some beautiful children, like Halle Barry. Now, things are different
Me: (I wasn't sure if the "things are different" comment referred to the marriage thing or the beauty of mixed babies, but I thought it best to just go with it. I also wasn't sure if the perfect English comment and the mixed marriages comments were related, like perhaps I was the product of one of those mixed marriages having received my dark skin from one parent and my perfect English from another, but again, I thought I should just go with it.) Uh, yeah.
TM: Bye.
I know what you're thinking, "that's it?" I was thinking the same, but I guess it was. He had nothing more for me about race relations, mixed babies, or the nice way in which I spoke the English language. So, we just said goodbye and I made my way to Safeway.
08 November 2005
Special Election '05
I voted today in one of California's wonderfully expensive and incredibly stupid special elections. I love to vote. This year, I was there with my cute neighbor Mary. Mary is a little older and had a lot of questions about the voting process and the election itself (Why don't we have to show ID? Good question, Mary.). At one point, she asked where the presidential section was because she didn't see Arnold's name anywhere. After everyone explained that there wasn't a presidential election this year, she said, "Oh well, I'll just vote for him next year."
I voted today in one of California's wonderfully expensive and incredibly stupid special elections. I love to vote. This year, I was there with my cute neighbor Mary. Mary is a little older and had a lot of questions about the voting process and the election itself (Why don't we have to show ID? Good question, Mary.). At one point, she asked where the presidential section was because she didn't see Arnold's name anywhere. After everyone explained that there wasn't a presidential election this year, she said, "Oh well, I'll just vote for him next year."
07 November 2005
Lazy Ass
I'm constantly amazed at how lazy people are. Recently, however, I've realized that there are two kinds of lazy people. The first is the group who acknowledges their laziness, stops exercising, and lies on the couch all day. The second group, and the ones who really get me, are the ones who think they can get in shape while lying on the couch all day. I can't blame them for coming up with this idea on their own.
I saw an infomercial the other day discussing how excercising would be so much better if you didn't really have to do anything. An interesting concept indeed, but can it work? I decided to research one of these miracle machines, the abtronic (my favorite because it requires the least amount of work by the user). The commercial claims that if you strap it on for 10 minutes your body will feel like it's done 600 situps (this of course begs the question why you really need to do 600 situps, but whatever). Upon first hearing this absurd claim, I thought, "I would be shocked if this works"...I got the shocked part right. According to several reports in the US and Canada, those who have tried this machine have not only failed to obtain a noticeable 6-pack like the people on the commercial (a surprising result), but instead have noticed an unpleasant feeling resulting from the several small electric shocks the machine uses to make your muscles contract in a situp-like manner. This seems a bit extreme to me...I like watching television as much as the next guy and I wouldn't mind having abs of steel, but electrical shock seems like an extreme way to avoid moving from the sofa.
I'm constantly amazed at how lazy people are. Recently, however, I've realized that there are two kinds of lazy people. The first is the group who acknowledges their laziness, stops exercising, and lies on the couch all day. The second group, and the ones who really get me, are the ones who think they can get in shape while lying on the couch all day. I can't blame them for coming up with this idea on their own.
I saw an infomercial the other day discussing how excercising would be so much better if you didn't really have to do anything. An interesting concept indeed, but can it work? I decided to research one of these miracle machines, the abtronic (my favorite because it requires the least amount of work by the user). The commercial claims that if you strap it on for 10 minutes your body will feel like it's done 600 situps (this of course begs the question why you really need to do 600 situps, but whatever). Upon first hearing this absurd claim, I thought, "I would be shocked if this works"...I got the shocked part right. According to several reports in the US and Canada, those who have tried this machine have not only failed to obtain a noticeable 6-pack like the people on the commercial (a surprising result), but instead have noticed an unpleasant feeling resulting from the several small electric shocks the machine uses to make your muscles contract in a situp-like manner. This seems a bit extreme to me...I like watching television as much as the next guy and I wouldn't mind having abs of steel, but electrical shock seems like an extreme way to avoid moving from the sofa.
04 November 2005
Boooooooooring
Who knew that surfing the internet could get boring? I've been a little bored recently and until now always thought I could keep myself occupied for 10-15 hours by sifting through the pages and pages of meaningless crap on the internet. Apparently, that only takes a couple hours. I'm sick of internet shopping. I don't want to read anymore news. I'm sick of watching the video of the two Asian boys impersonating the Backstreet Boys. I'm even tired of looking at who's viewed me on Friendster. So, now what? Thanks for nothing, Internet.
Who knew that surfing the internet could get boring? I've been a little bored recently and until now always thought I could keep myself occupied for 10-15 hours by sifting through the pages and pages of meaningless crap on the internet. Apparently, that only takes a couple hours. I'm sick of internet shopping. I don't want to read anymore news. I'm sick of watching the video of the two Asian boys impersonating the Backstreet Boys. I'm even tired of looking at who's viewed me on Friendster. So, now what? Thanks for nothing, Internet.
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