Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Tag-O-rama
The Zigster tagged me last week. However, this thing looks hard and seems to require a lot of brain power, so we'll see how I do.
1. Most shameful thing you’ve done - I don't want to answer this. Let's just say it includes a toothbrush. Which wasn't mine.
2. Biggest regret - Not going home to visit my mom when she had cancer.
3. Most awkward romantic experience - my wedding.
4. Who’s scarier-cops or crooks? - cops.
5. Most important figure in music history - vanilla ice.
6. Is there a god - yes or no? - maybe. but there are defintely ghosts.
7. Why do we (humans) exist? - To try and better ourselves and the world around us. That, or to wreck shit.
8. Best decision you ever made - To marry the Roommate for Life (RFL). And to be a writer.
9. Object of your sexiest fantasy - um...I don't know...me?
10. Most important moment in history - I don't know about the *most* important, but I would say Gandhi's salt march.
11. Ugliest celebrity - I agree with Ziggy -- Paris Hilton. Or maybe even Victoria Beckham. Though neither should be called celebrities as they really have no talent.
12. Stupidest politician - Dubya.
13. Who killed JFK? - Dude. The C.I.A.
14. Who killed Jesus? - The jews. duh.
15. Who killed the radio star? - Menudo.
16. Funniest Comedian/Unfunniest - Chris Rock/Carrot Top
17. Worst singer - Clay Aiken.
18. Ideal career - What I'm doing now. Being a writer.
19. Is stealing ever justifiable? - Ever? Yes.
20. Origin of Life in 8 words or less – Baby Juice and Ovulation.
I now tag...Running42K. Good luck.
1. Most shameful thing you’ve done - I don't want to answer this. Let's just say it includes a toothbrush. Which wasn't mine.
2. Biggest regret - Not going home to visit my mom when she had cancer.
3. Most awkward romantic experience - my wedding.
4. Who’s scarier-cops or crooks? - cops.
5. Most important figure in music history - vanilla ice.
6. Is there a god - yes or no? - maybe. but there are defintely ghosts.
7. Why do we (humans) exist? - To try and better ourselves and the world around us. That, or to wreck shit.
8. Best decision you ever made - To marry the Roommate for Life (RFL). And to be a writer.
9. Object of your sexiest fantasy - um...I don't know...me?
10. Most important moment in history - I don't know about the *most* important, but I would say Gandhi's salt march.
11. Ugliest celebrity - I agree with Ziggy -- Paris Hilton. Or maybe even Victoria Beckham. Though neither should be called celebrities as they really have no talent.
12. Stupidest politician - Dubya.
13. Who killed JFK? - Dude. The C.I.A.
14. Who killed Jesus? - The jews. duh.
15. Who killed the radio star? - Menudo.
16. Funniest Comedian/Unfunniest - Chris Rock/Carrot Top
17. Worst singer - Clay Aiken.
18. Ideal career - What I'm doing now. Being a writer.
19. Is stealing ever justifiable? - Ever? Yes.
20. Origin of Life in 8 words or less – Baby Juice and Ovulation.
I now tag...Running42K. Good luck.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Changes
I have a lot of issues with iTunes, one of which is the fact that their database doesn't have many, many songs, including Changes by 2Pac which I search for whenever I download a song (just in case they decide to put in on or get the rights or whatever) but never to any avail. Imagine my excitment when I searched for the video on my newest addiction, You Tube, and found it!
Listening to it after such a long time, I was moved by its poetic and fierce lyrics.
This one is for all the brothas and sistas out there.
Lyrics
Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is
[chorus]
Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah
[Repeat]
I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is
[chorus]
Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah
[Repeat]
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.
And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
crack you up and pimp slap you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
& I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
some buck that I roughed up way back
comin' back after all these years
rat-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is
[chorus]
Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah
[Repeat]
Listening to it after such a long time, I was moved by its poetic and fierce lyrics.
This one is for all the brothas and sistas out there.
Lyrics
Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is
[chorus]
Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah
[Repeat]
I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is
[chorus]
Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah
[Repeat]
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.
And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
crack you up and pimp slap you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
& I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
some buck that I roughed up way back
comin' back after all these years
rat-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is
[chorus]
Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah
[Repeat]
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Chinese New Year Treasure Hunt
WHAT: An annual event. A scavenger hunt on crack. Very much like The Amazing Race except only in San Francisco.
WHERE: Every nook and cranny of North Beach, Telegraph Hill, The Embarcadero, The Financial District and parts of Russian Hill in San Francisco, i.e. the heart (arguably) of the city, with TONS and TONS of hills! Basically, a trek over and under all those picturesque little views you see in the movies.
WHEN: Saturday February 11th, during the Chinese New Year Parade (celebrating the Year of the Dog). It should be noted that the parade is one of the biggest in California and it's absolutely insane.
WHO: Me, my cousin Nishant, Blythe, Sonya, Pete and Josh, otherwise known as The Ladies and The Tramps (note our dog theme).
WHY: Please see Intention #6 for 2006
Today (Feb 14th) is my anniversary; it was seven years ago to this date that I moved here from the east coast. This event was one of the best, most fun moments I've ever had in San Francisco. Seriously. If you ever have the chance to do this hunt: do it. I have a whole new appreciation for the city -- I had no idea just how beautiful and amazing it could be.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Pimp my Ride
Since the office moved out and we now have the house to ourselves, we've had some upgrades.
Por Ejemplo, our bed. I wish I had taken pictures before it was unceremoniously carted away, but our love throne was one sorry sack. The mattress (apparently the R.F.L., roommate for life, got it for free from "someone", although he professes not to recall whom exactly...) sank in the middle and you could feel all the coils jutting into your back as you slept. The mattress, for some off reason, was mounted on top of a futon mattress which was itself mounted on top of an aging bed frame. It was like a pathetic bed sundae. Topped off with mismatching pillows and blankets.
I'm not a fancy person and, personally, the bed didn't really bother me. I can pretty much sleep anywhere, but the R.F.L.'s back was dying a slow death. So...when the opportunity arose for us to change our bedroom, getting a new bed was at the top of our list.
We decided to get the mother of all mattresses: a Tempur-Pedic. In KING size. We got a brand new frame, new sheets, new pillows, new blankets, the whole shebang. We have graduated from a pathetic, melty sundae full of conflicting flavors to a pimped out Carvel Ice Cream Cake. Basically, our new bed looks like this, but in green and brown:
I am very happy. WE are very happy. So happy in fact that I had a sleepover the first night I got the bed (last Friday night), and the R.F.L., being so chivalrous, offered the new bed to my friends and I while he took the guest room. What a great guy. If I wasn't sleeping like a baby, I would have felt bad.
On a smaller note, we also pimped our toothbrushes.
We went from a plain ol' toothbrush made out of recycled materials:
to this:
Has anyone used a Sonicare toothbrush before? I'm still skeptical. I mean my teeth feel clean but I still think a regular old toothbrush and a little elbow grease get the job done just as well. R.F.L. says it works on soundwaves. The soundwaves clean your teeth. How the hell do soundwaves clean anything?
Anyways, speaking of rides...These are ACTUAL license plates of cars parked on my street in SF. Weirdly, I took the first photo early last year and the other one this past weekend and both cars were parked in the SAME EXACT spot, outside my fav taqueria.
ps. Here you go Tahd. This one's for you. Now stop your bitching and actually read my blog.
Art by Tahd.
Por Ejemplo, our bed. I wish I had taken pictures before it was unceremoniously carted away, but our love throne was one sorry sack. The mattress (apparently the R.F.L., roommate for life, got it for free from "someone", although he professes not to recall whom exactly...) sank in the middle and you could feel all the coils jutting into your back as you slept. The mattress, for some off reason, was mounted on top of a futon mattress which was itself mounted on top of an aging bed frame. It was like a pathetic bed sundae. Topped off with mismatching pillows and blankets.
I'm not a fancy person and, personally, the bed didn't really bother me. I can pretty much sleep anywhere, but the R.F.L.'s back was dying a slow death. So...when the opportunity arose for us to change our bedroom, getting a new bed was at the top of our list.
We decided to get the mother of all mattresses: a Tempur-Pedic. In KING size. We got a brand new frame, new sheets, new pillows, new blankets, the whole shebang. We have graduated from a pathetic, melty sundae full of conflicting flavors to a pimped out Carvel Ice Cream Cake. Basically, our new bed looks like this, but in green and brown:
I am very happy. WE are very happy. So happy in fact that I had a sleepover the first night I got the bed (last Friday night), and the R.F.L., being so chivalrous, offered the new bed to my friends and I while he took the guest room. What a great guy. If I wasn't sleeping like a baby, I would have felt bad.
On a smaller note, we also pimped our toothbrushes.
We went from a plain ol' toothbrush made out of recycled materials:
to this:
Has anyone used a Sonicare toothbrush before? I'm still skeptical. I mean my teeth feel clean but I still think a regular old toothbrush and a little elbow grease get the job done just as well. R.F.L. says it works on soundwaves. The soundwaves clean your teeth. How the hell do soundwaves clean anything?
Anyways, speaking of rides...These are ACTUAL license plates of cars parked on my street in SF. Weirdly, I took the first photo early last year and the other one this past weekend and both cars were parked in the SAME EXACT spot, outside my fav taqueria.
ps. Here you go Tahd. This one's for you. Now stop your bitching and actually read my blog.
Art by Tahd.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
cute or sad?
