Tuesday, December 31, 2002

printable New Year's resolution:

** read more books that don't have the words "for dummies" in their titles
** save money
** gain ten pounds (of not-fat, hopefully) by year's end


Sunday, December 29, 2002

....thinks that friends who gather at these New Year’s celebrations are all struggling for perfection in life and art: “They are torn between their roots in whatever far-flung suburb they hail from and their reinvented lives among their city family,” he said.

Or, as Tobin Levy, another Bushwick Avenue friend, suggests, the motivation may be less profound. “What this is about,’’ she said, “is friends who don’t care what you do for a living or if you are a great success. Everyone has to pay the rent. These parties are just about the people you want to be near on the last day of the year.”

http://www.nytimes.com/2002/12/29/nyregion/29FEAT.html


Friday, December 27, 2002

Alas, the secret is out!

http://msnbc.com/news/825053.asp


Monday, December 23, 2002

yay! i'm not as a bad a son as i thought; or rather, i'm not the only bad son.

http://www.nytimes.com/2002/12/23/national/23HOLI.html


Friday, December 13, 2002

I'm thinking, watching 15 episodes of SATC in 29 hours as a straight man isn't really "the next best thing to actually dating." It's kinda far off. Far...far....far....off. Ha ha. Just kidding. But if you're enjoying it, I say, 'what the hell?'


Tuesday, December 10, 2002

Made a call to the BananaRepublic.com people tonight. I ordered some stuff last night but haven't as of yet gotten an email confirmation of my order within the 24 hours the site promised. I checked my credit card debits online and noticed that they took the money already. Where the hell are my clothes?!

"Josh" picked up. I asked for the status of the order and he said it was getting ready to ship. Since I ordered a good number of articles of clothing, I wanted to find out if all of them were getting shipped at the same time. He asked that if I could wait a second, he would bring it up on the computer. (How come they always say the "computer is running a little slow tonight" when things take longer than they'd like. Are the representatives afraid of silence? I want to confront them one of these days and ask them to just chat while we wait. What's the rush?). Anyway, he took his time getting it up. And all the while, I had this feeling he was judging my order selection. He was scanning the choice of apparel, the size and color. He was basically sizing me up on the phone. And of course, the guy was gay (and worked at BR) so I do feel a little underqualified to challenge his tastes were he to disagree with mine.



I was channel surfing at 12:30 in the morning and ran across Xtreme Dating. I usually pass it but there was an Asian guy speaking. I was thinking "represent!" Dude was Korean though, but close enough. Anyway, the point of this story is not his sorry schpeel at the beginning but this show brings two ex's to the backstage to be able to tell the date stuff about him in her ear via a microphone. Their date is videotaped (obviously). The woman he's going on a date with is not Asian. But his two ex's were. Their names? Pearl and Mei !!!! How racist! They weren't FOB's or anything but come on! They could have pretended and chosen regular names knowing they are going to be on TV.


Monday, December 09, 2002

The Hip Hoptionary: The Dictionary of Hip Hop Terminology by Alonzo Westbrook

Three things:

1. if we used this to play speed scrabble, i'd school all you fools.
2. entry for "ain't no shame in my game" - "statement of confidence while doing what could be perceived as a shameful act, i.e., having sex with a married man"
3. both #2 and the dictionary itself remind me of ms. hurh (in line with her baby T that says "bling bling")




Thursday, December 05, 2002

It's always interesting when a straight man asks "what did you get at Banana Republic?" when they see the shopping bag. It makes me think....



A guy from India is working for me as a project manager for several of the implementations of my product. Last name Ranganayagalu. First name, longer than that. I need him to speak clearer English! Every time he calls for information (and he calls a lot because bureaucracy at my firm is heinous), I need to stop everything, press the phone as close as possible to my ear, use my finger to plug the other ear, just to understand him. It's the accent; it's the speed (fast but unintelligible due to the first thing); it's the volume (low). Am I just being a total racist or do I have high standards of quality for those who work for me? (hint: not the latter).


Wednesday, December 04, 2002

I've made so many enemies at my job that the sea of cubicles is not enough for me to hide in. I make a left onto the main hallway and see someone ahead of me who's going to the elevators I will take so I make a sharp right, only to see someone I also want to avoid walking across a perpendicular hallway. They're not enemies, really. They're more like people I'd rather avoid. They bug me; I bug them. I really just don't want any contact, visual or otherwise.