Monday, October 31, 2005
BOO!
did i scare you? i should; i'm scary. crazy things be goin on this halloween, and the literal smell of death leaves its trace no matter how much air freshener we use. have you ever seen the grim reaper? he's hiding out in my mom's closet. he's totally no fun, but the costume is killer. you know how when you read catcher in the rye and you start to think like that boy? i think the loony bin vibe is contagious. i don't even need a straitjacket and people will guess my costume. HAPPY HALLOWEEN! SAVE ME!
did i scare you? i should; i'm scary. crazy things be goin on this halloween, and the literal smell of death leaves its trace no matter how much air freshener we use. have you ever seen the grim reaper? he's hiding out in my mom's closet. he's totally no fun, but the costume is killer. you know how when you read catcher in the rye and you start to think like that boy? i think the loony bin vibe is contagious. i don't even need a straitjacket and people will guess my costume. HAPPY HALLOWEEN! SAVE ME!
Sunday, October 16, 2005
i was shining like the brilliant star that i am during a step choreography class. people kept dropping out, so i would play musical steps to hop over to the abandoned space if it were better than my current spot. i noticed him in the middle of a turning mambo. my heart stopped, my palms got sweaty, (i tell you i don't get a workout during step so, yes, i could actually feel that!), i completely forgot the routine, and my insides got all fluttery. it was gia-ninh, i was sure of it.
gia-ninh was my favorite step instructor back at maryland, and the main inspiration for me finding my passion and following the path i'm now on. he never knew me- he did non-sarcastically say- "nice turn, girl"- once when i messed up, and it completely made my day/week/month, take your pick. i can still remember the high i got when rupaul's "supermodel" came on in his class because of the energy he displayed along with it. try as i might, i've never been able to find that music anywhere nor replicate more than a mere fraction of his energy and personality. at the end of class, i ran over to him to introduce myself. i felt like i was totally hugging whomever you like that's famous, cuz i'm not crazy about any of them myself... that's probably a lie. but it's one of those "girl crushes" that the today show keeps talking about. what a horrible term for a non-sexual excitement or interest in someone.
he looked just like my johnny, the old johnny, because he was wearing glasses and he was nice. and he seemed less jack macfarland than i remembered- i mean he's gay, but that queeniness must be his stage persona. what a treat. then jimmy brown taught the following yoga class. oh, it made me miss him so much! the guy's name was stuart, and he was delectably sarcastic (which is refreshing in a yoga teacher), his wording and his mannerisms so reminiscent of jimmy. his eyes were so piercing like jimmy's too. when jokingly invited us out to dinner, i could not find the humor- instead i was deciding what kind of food i wanted. i could have sat there entranced for hours. the other presenters were awesome, but slightly less dazzling as they did not remind me of my old friends. a shout-out to them anyway- i want to work for wayne westcott doing exercise physiology research in boston, and train people at the institute for human performance with juan carlos santana in boca raton.
i am in the wrong profession, ya THINK? yeah, yeah, back to teaching, ho hum. but at least mr. c (remember mr. c that did not want to be friends with me and suspected that i was a crack addict? well, he has come to his senses and stopped resisting earth's gravitational friendship force.) is like matt yoder, and that keeps me content as a suitable replacement for now.
and to really come full circle here, who was standing next to me on the metro but mr. trainer? not overly thrilled to see me, but nice enough. two long bus rides and no conversation. ipods are a great way to ignore people that you dislike while pretending that you are enjoying your music so much that you don't notice them. you know that's him, right? cuz you know i still don't own a CD player, never mind an ipod. so he was far less chianti (mellow and sparkling with a hint of mystery- that's jimmy brown) and much more water (sensible and boring) than i had thought. i much prefer the wine, thank you very much!
gia-ninh was my favorite step instructor back at maryland, and the main inspiration for me finding my passion and following the path i'm now on. he never knew me- he did non-sarcastically say- "nice turn, girl"- once when i messed up, and it completely made my day/week/month, take your pick. i can still remember the high i got when rupaul's "supermodel" came on in his class because of the energy he displayed along with it. try as i might, i've never been able to find that music anywhere nor replicate more than a mere fraction of his energy and personality. at the end of class, i ran over to him to introduce myself. i felt like i was totally hugging whomever you like that's famous, cuz i'm not crazy about any of them myself... that's probably a lie. but it's one of those "girl crushes" that the today show keeps talking about. what a horrible term for a non-sexual excitement or interest in someone.
he looked just like my johnny, the old johnny, because he was wearing glasses and he was nice. and he seemed less jack macfarland than i remembered- i mean he's gay, but that queeniness must be his stage persona. what a treat. then jimmy brown taught the following yoga class. oh, it made me miss him so much! the guy's name was stuart, and he was delectably sarcastic (which is refreshing in a yoga teacher), his wording and his mannerisms so reminiscent of jimmy. his eyes were so piercing like jimmy's too. when jokingly invited us out to dinner, i could not find the humor- instead i was deciding what kind of food i wanted. i could have sat there entranced for hours. the other presenters were awesome, but slightly less dazzling as they did not remind me of my old friends. a shout-out to them anyway- i want to work for wayne westcott doing exercise physiology research in boston, and train people at the institute for human performance with juan carlos santana in boca raton.
i am in the wrong profession, ya THINK? yeah, yeah, back to teaching, ho hum. but at least mr. c (remember mr. c that did not want to be friends with me and suspected that i was a crack addict? well, he has come to his senses and stopped resisting earth's gravitational friendship force.) is like matt yoder, and that keeps me content as a suitable replacement for now.
and to really come full circle here, who was standing next to me on the metro but mr. trainer? not overly thrilled to see me, but nice enough. two long bus rides and no conversation. ipods are a great way to ignore people that you dislike while pretending that you are enjoying your music so much that you don't notice them. you know that's him, right? cuz you know i still don't own a CD player, never mind an ipod. so he was far less chianti (mellow and sparkling with a hint of mystery- that's jimmy brown) and much more water (sensible and boring) than i had thought. i much prefer the wine, thank you very much!
Friday, October 14, 2005
i am pretending that i live in the city. okay fine, i'm pretending that i'm carrie again, minus the high fashion underwear and plus 50 pounds. i've got the cutie little laptop, the all-to-myself adorable upper east side apartment, and oh wait, that's it. cuz carrie's got as many men as cigarettes, and while i've got an equal number of both too, 0 is not even a real number. in math terms anyway. also carrie would never order a truckload of indian food, nor watch adam sandler movies, nor even be in her adorable apt. with her cutie computer on a Friday night. i can hear the cabs though, see the cheap lights, and feel the dirty used air seeping into my pores. she has ear plugs, an eye mask, nice products to remedy all those things. people are living life here every second of the day, and allowing me to observe (and/or invent) their vibrant stories. yes, maybe i could live here. if i could somehow double my salary... thanks for the apt. rachel!
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Arty's pig story was starting to come in fuzzy, so I started flipping to the other Howard station. Mid-flip, I hear the sound of something so sweet. It was only for an instant, but was that- could it be? Scared to find out the answer, I slowly turned the dial back. And there he was- my Cakes! The Sports Junkies live again!
This radio show was def. my #8 reason to move back to DC, but soon after, the station was bought out by hispanolandia. Where did the Junkies go? Ask me not, I do not know. (Don't you sometimes wanna write your own Dr. Seuss book? Don't. It will suck.) As I have a real job, I can't be listening to the radio all day for them, but now, a year or whatever later, on happy Yom Kippur/no work day, I find them again. Ahhh...
So that lasted a good 5 minutes, reuniting with the gang and all. But now they talk to Brett all the time. Is Brett their manager? I don't know him. Brett ruined it. Apparently Brett said that he loves vagina so much that he wants one. Then all the Junks started calling him gay; going on about how no heterosexual guy would ever say that; continuing to say that Brett must be a homosexual. This pissed me off. The Junkies are not dumb. They KNOW that gay guys want NOTHING to do with vagina, and that only straight guys like it. Why are they saying this shit? And then they started talking about their top 100 songs... humpty dance? EMF? I mean, totally entitled to their opinions, but where did we diverge? We used to be so tight. Does this mean that I could never be friends with Mike Barbino either? Mike Barbino is an old boss who is exactly like the SJ's, so that everytime I listen to them, I feel like I'm hanging out with Bino. Now I think I'd hate Bino. Maybe I can listen to them tomorrow on the way up to NYC for a second chance (happy no work/no reason day). I think maybe I'll turn a new leaf and try some of this new age "forgiveness" phenomena. But if I'm going to NYC, we'll have to check back in with Howard... Loyalty is classic.
This radio show was def. my #8 reason to move back to DC, but soon after, the station was bought out by hispanolandia. Where did the Junkies go? Ask me not, I do not know. (Don't you sometimes wanna write your own Dr. Seuss book? Don't. It will suck.) As I have a real job, I can't be listening to the radio all day for them, but now, a year or whatever later, on happy Yom Kippur/no work day, I find them again. Ahhh...
So that lasted a good 5 minutes, reuniting with the gang and all. But now they talk to Brett all the time. Is Brett their manager? I don't know him. Brett ruined it. Apparently Brett said that he loves vagina so much that he wants one. Then all the Junks started calling him gay; going on about how no heterosexual guy would ever say that; continuing to say that Brett must be a homosexual. This pissed me off. The Junkies are not dumb. They KNOW that gay guys want NOTHING to do with vagina, and that only straight guys like it. Why are they saying this shit? And then they started talking about their top 100 songs... humpty dance? EMF? I mean, totally entitled to their opinions, but where did we diverge? We used to be so tight. Does this mean that I could never be friends with Mike Barbino either? Mike Barbino is an old boss who is exactly like the SJ's, so that everytime I listen to them, I feel like I'm hanging out with Bino. Now I think I'd hate Bino. Maybe I can listen to them tomorrow on the way up to NYC for a second chance (happy no work/no reason day). I think maybe I'll turn a new leaf and try some of this new age "forgiveness" phenomena. But if I'm going to NYC, we'll have to check back in with Howard... Loyalty is classic.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
we are at war.
in the lounge, there is a water boiling machine, presumedly for boiling water. i use the water boiler for oatmeal, my "meal" of choice at work. other logical uses would be to boil water for tea, hot chocolate, instant soup, etc. alongside it is a coffee maker, presumably for making coffee. the ONLY thing i can even think of making in it is coffee. but then again, i like coffee. a lot. i am addicted, but i'm down to half-caff.
i used to make the juice at home and bring it in. now i need my drug at various times during the day, so i have all my paraphenalia on hand to get my fix at work. here's how it goes: i ask in the a.m. if anyone wants coffee, and gladly make my own four cups to a chorus of "no thank yous." at lunch, i dump any grinds or coffee left, rinse it out, and shut it off. in the p.m., mei mei tries to boil her tea water in it. she complains that it's tinged brown. she complains that it smells like coffee. she acts like she doesn't know it's me who used it. so i pretend to be oblivious to her "innocent" whining. and we continue on this cycle. i REFUSE to give up use of the coffee maker, and i also REFUSE to brew a pot of water just to clean it out, and there is no way she is cracking me with her snide comments. but mei mei also refuses to use the freaking water boiler right next to it (and also she never shuts the thing off, which i think should result in a revoking of priveleges for ALL electrical devices). and so the battle continues. no need to worry though- i am certain i will win this one. and this is what i am most worried about everyday at work- isn't it great?
in the lounge, there is a water boiling machine, presumedly for boiling water. i use the water boiler for oatmeal, my "meal" of choice at work. other logical uses would be to boil water for tea, hot chocolate, instant soup, etc. alongside it is a coffee maker, presumably for making coffee. the ONLY thing i can even think of making in it is coffee. but then again, i like coffee. a lot. i am addicted, but i'm down to half-caff.
i used to make the juice at home and bring it in. now i need my drug at various times during the day, so i have all my paraphenalia on hand to get my fix at work. here's how it goes: i ask in the a.m. if anyone wants coffee, and gladly make my own four cups to a chorus of "no thank yous." at lunch, i dump any grinds or coffee left, rinse it out, and shut it off. in the p.m., mei mei tries to boil her tea water in it. she complains that it's tinged brown. she complains that it smells like coffee. she acts like she doesn't know it's me who used it. so i pretend to be oblivious to her "innocent" whining. and we continue on this cycle. i REFUSE to give up use of the coffee maker, and i also REFUSE to brew a pot of water just to clean it out, and there is no way she is cracking me with her snide comments. but mei mei also refuses to use the freaking water boiler right next to it (and also she never shuts the thing off, which i think should result in a revoking of priveleges for ALL electrical devices). and so the battle continues. no need to worry though- i am certain i will win this one. and this is what i am most worried about everyday at work- isn't it great?
