Tuesday, November 10, 2009
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
are you chinese?
went to chinese restaurant with the boys. while ordering they struck up a conversation with an asian lad behind the counter playing with legos. "whats your name" "who's your favorite football team" blah blah blah.
after ordering we went next door to the dollar store to roam while the food is made.
on our way back, crack says to me "i like that chinese boy jason". "you have to be careful" i said, "he might not be chinese, you should say asian instead". there was no reply.
as i reached for my wallet, i saw crack out of the corner of my eye go behind the counter and heard "are you chinese?" "yes, well, half".
crack came from behind the counter beaming and nodded, "he's chinese...well, half chinese".
this story is not told because its cute or anything, its just the balls of children. the unknown and the quest to know knows no patience. crack went straight to the source...and it wasnt a wrong question, and from his mouth, quite an innocent one.
so when does it fuck up for us later in life? why cant we just talk like kids. we certainly act like them.
after ordering we went next door to the dollar store to roam while the food is made.
on our way back, crack says to me "i like that chinese boy jason". "you have to be careful" i said, "he might not be chinese, you should say asian instead". there was no reply.
as i reached for my wallet, i saw crack out of the corner of my eye go behind the counter and heard "are you chinese?" "yes, well, half".
crack came from behind the counter beaming and nodded, "he's chinese...well, half chinese".
this story is not told because its cute or anything, its just the balls of children. the unknown and the quest to know knows no patience. crack went straight to the source...and it wasnt a wrong question, and from his mouth, quite an innocent one.
so when does it fuck up for us later in life? why cant we just talk like kids. we certainly act like them.
mystery google
put in search term and get search of the person who searched just before you at mystery google
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
buying a loaf of bread
i remember in first grade, asking my mother to let me go to the store by myself. it was a grocery store, i think it was an acme, yeah, i just checked with my mom, it was an acme grocery store. now its a dollar store. it still has the same floor, probably asbestos tile. not that big, maybe 10,000 square feet, about the size of a dollar store.
thing is, i was at most 6 years old. at six years old i walked a block up the hill with a dollar in my hand, crossed the street at the corner of dudley ave. and main st., went into the acme, got two loaves of white sandwich bread (not wonder) got change, and went home with the bread. i recall each loaf costing 25 cents.
i can not fathom any six-year-old doing that now. i remember feeling pretty proud about it.
now we dont even have anything close for my kids to walk to. i barely let my 10-year-old daughter buy something at a convenience store while i am in the car.
it was an acme, then a loblaws, then a great american (all grocery stores) and now it is a dollar store.
ok then
thing is, i was at most 6 years old. at six years old i walked a block up the hill with a dollar in my hand, crossed the street at the corner of dudley ave. and main st., went into the acme, got two loaves of white sandwich bread (not wonder) got change, and went home with the bread. i recall each loaf costing 25 cents.
i can not fathom any six-year-old doing that now. i remember feeling pretty proud about it.
now we dont even have anything close for my kids to walk to. i barely let my 10-year-old daughter buy something at a convenience store while i am in the car.
it was an acme, then a loblaws, then a great american (all grocery stores) and now it is a dollar store.
ok then
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
meals together
clearly we are social. one of the best things i like to do is eat. next to eating would be cooking, then maybe sex. eat, cook, sex. in the olden days (homo habilis) it was hunting & gathering, and of course sex. so basically i would like us to revert back, cuz i am there already.
eating alone is boring. it is eating with others where derive so much pleasure. the talking, the sharing, the notion that i am important enough to have someone else agree to eat with me.
if you eat alone, then you suck it. you might live alone, but it doesnt mean you have to eat alone.
and better than just eating, is preparing.
eating alone is boring. it is eating with others where derive so much pleasure. the talking, the sharing, the notion that i am important enough to have someone else agree to eat with me.
if you eat alone, then you suck it. you might live alone, but it doesnt mean you have to eat alone.
and better than just eating, is preparing.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
THE POOL PLAYERS. SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
-Gwendolyn Brooks
Friday, September 11, 2009
RADIOHEAD 15 STEPS USC MARCHING BAND GRAMMYS 2009
this version is the hottest and i had to put it up. i have been playing it in my vehicles for months
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
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