Thursday, January 27, 2005

In a Perpetual State of Vlah

I can't remember the last time I had the flu. I don't mean a 24 hour bug that gives you cold sweats and puking all at once. I mean, knock you to your knees, miss four days of work, all the while running a high grade fever, contstant hacking of the lungs, occasional and unpredictable pukage, desperately wanting to eat anyway, your skin aches so much you can't touch it kind of flu. It sucks.

Today is day three for me. I still have a fever. I can't be around the family I live with. I just finally had enough energy to take a shower. But I'm exhausted again.

The advantages: Kelly has the same thing, only she's two days in advance. Today she felt good enough to hit work for a few hours. I have an XM Satellite Stereo in my room. At night I have listened to Acoustic Rock and talk radio during the day. And Christine has been a fantastic nurse.

Well, it's back to cat napping I go. Hope the rest of the world avoids this treacherous bug.

Sunday, January 23, 2005

Music to my Ears

Check out this new cd from Chris Thile - mandolin player from Nickel Creek - it rocks.

Deceiver

Luckies, he'll be in IL on Thursday with Edgar Meyer. It would be worth the trip. You will enjoy it. And I will be jealous.

1.27.05
Urbana, IL
Tryon Festival Theatre
Venue: T/Res
Thile/Meyer
Time: 7:30 PM
Phone:217.333.6280
Box Office:800/KCPATIX On Sale Now

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

The Onion | I Can Instantly Tell Whether Someone Is African-American With My Amazing 'Blackdar'

The Onion I Can Instantly Tell Whether Someone Is African-American With My Amazing 'Blackdar'

I couldn't resist... I found this article today and immediately thought of Lucas' gaydar entry awhile back. Enjoy!

I have this amazing gift. It's called "blackdar," and it enables me to tell whether someone is African-American without even knowing anything about them. To be honest, I don't know where I got the skill. But wherever I did, I can pass somebody on the street and just instantly know.

Like that guy from Saturday Night Live? That Kenan Thompson? That guy is definitely black, no doubt about it. He gives off all the signals.

And Missy Elliot? You better believe she's black.

I've had this power since I was a kid. Once, when I was maybe 10, I saw Sammy Davis Jr. performing on television, and I just said to myself, "I bet that guy's black." Well, a little later, his autobiography came out and—kaboom! I was right! And you remember in the '80s, when Bill Cosby got into a whole flap with NBC about an anti-apartheid slogan on The Cosby Show? Well, I had him pegged years before that. I saw him on The Tonight Show once in the '70s and thought to myself, "That guy's as black as the last banana."

And why do you think that Roots mini-series felt so authentic, so convincing? Those actors weren't just pretending to be black.... they were black. Yes, even LeVar Burton—black, black, black!

I could go on and on. Did you ever watch In Living Color? Oh, man. That show was an enclave. We're talking Chocolate City. The question on that show was, who wasn't black? Not many, let me tell you.

Having blackdar is an instinct either you have or you don't. Even so, there are little telltale signs to look for that can tip you off as to whether somebody's black. There are certain ways of dressing, walking, and talking that can give it away. And, of course, where the person lives. For example, there's an area in San Francisco that's almost entirely black. Same thing in New York. Los Angeles has a black part of town, too. So, if you meet somebody and they tell you they live in one of those places, chances are pretty good that they're black.

Okay, so my blackdar is not 100 percent infallible. Sometimes, on very rare occasions, it fails me. Like with Mariah Carey. At first, I was positive she was black, but now I'm not so sure. And that guy on the Yankees, Derek Jeter. I'm pretty on the fence about him, too. But, like I said, that's the rare exception. Almost always, I'll look at a person and immediately know for sure whether they're black, like, say, Jesse Jackson, or not, like Peter Jennings.

Last week, I was at the mall food court with my friend Demetrius. The two of us were just sitting there, having fun watching people walk past and trying to pick out who's black. As we're talking, this obviously white guy at the next table overhears us. So he turns to us and says, "How are you guys so good at that? Is it because you yourselves are black? Are you?" I just told him, hey, that's none of your business.

The Self-Captivated, Pseudo-Artsy, Trying too Hard to Look Sexy Photograph

You know exactly what I'm talking about. And linking to the world wide web we will see so many of these pictures that we soon become numb to them.

Until they are people you know. Then hysteria kicks in. Well, for me it does.

Recently, I joined a bandwagon of friends in an appeal to keep in contact with those who do not blog as we do, do not write letters as I do, nor place phone calls as my father does. You can upload pictures to your account, then everytime you comment on someone's message board, your picture will show and contain a link to your own message board.

Anyway, I tend to get a good chuckle as I click and link, click and link, and discover people I know plastering themselves across the internet in the form of their self-captivated, pseudo-artsy, trying too hard to look sexy photographs. Idiots. (Must be said as Napoleon Dynamite would for full effect.)

Thursday, January 13, 2005

Databases and Egg Rolls

A gloomy day of fog and chilled air surrounds "my" office. Two computer wizards, a copy machine, light brown paneling, and - thanks to my Korean boss' broken English - a hand-written poster that possesses the phrase "assing audit" surrounds my desk. Slightly tilted on the surface of my computer desk is my favorite black and white photograph I shot of Abby after the first snowfall this former Thanksgiving. If I I had a scanner, I would share it with you.

Today things are a bit smoother than yesterday. Much of the process is yet foreign to me, but within a week or two I should be brought into full light. Well, at least a brighter light.

There is a ping-pong table located a few rooms away and it will be the source of many mental vacations. Already my skills are quite fantastic. And within a week or two I shall whoop up on all three of the guys.

Another exciting discovery - my coworker Mike also plays euchre! Hark! The first New Englander who knows of the game.

Now it is lunchtime. I know how to do that.

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

19 1/2 hours and 24 mpg

Hey folks! I am officially settled in New Hampshire. The sun has been shining, the friends are calling, and the bed is comfy. Chances are, if I know you then I have thought of you sometime during the lengthy road trip or my unpacking.

Good things are up ahead. My boss is giving me tomorrow off to rest up and I made friends with someone who has two extra snowboards, my size boots, and snowboarding pants...that's just it, I'm going snowboarding. Well, not tomorrow, but hopefully sometime in the next week.

I'll let you know if I break anything.

Thursday, January 06, 2005

Out with the old, in with the older

That's right. I am a bit sad to renig my Ode to the Bullet and reinterate an Ode to the Jimmy. The long life of the Jimmy has officially run its course and I will not be taking it nor a new car out to NH. Last night I decided that it was too much to decide right now. I really want a Jeep Cherokee (NOT a Grand C.) but I am not willing to throw myself into further debt as I have plenty of student loans to pay off. So, the plan is to drive the Silver Bullet back to NH and use it as long as I can...or until I have enough $ saved up for a good downpayment on my Jeep.

Packing -- last night I counted up my moves since my freshman year. Drumroll please...I have moved seventeen times in five and a half years! No wonder I hate packing. I am grateful that through this way of life instead of accumulating more things I am comfortable living without them. "Life as a minimalist." For instance, this last month I have come to terms with letting go of furniture, etc. that my whole life I have anticipated taking with me. This is a big deal considering I attatch memories of my family long ago with those belongings. As willing as I am to let go, however, someone will have to shoot me in order to stop me from taking the piano someday.

Alright, now really on to packing. AH!

Monday, January 03, 2005

Post-Eve Exhaustion

In my psychotic state of Christmas joy I thought it would be a fantastic idea to have a little New Year's shindig at my dad's house. I invited the people. I bought food. I observed the state of my father's home: a complete disaster.

My body has not stopped aching. On Friday, I literally could not walk because my back and legs were sore from bending over, moving furniture, and throwing things away. (YEA!!)

When everyone began arriving, I became lost in the memories; every pain worth it. The Wakefords, Dowers, Nardonis - old friends and family laughing together like time was standing still. The following day spent with my mom's huge family and wondering when I will be with them again - these cousins, aunts, and uncles that are as close to me as my siblings. I can't help but wonder what heaven will be like.

These next few days I will be packing up my life in Illinois. I will try to write, but I would rather be spending these last moments with my family. I would appreciate prayer for the following:
1. The Jimmy - getting repairs, if it cannot make the trip I will have to buy a new vehicle.
2. The drive - Michele Downen is riding with me. We'll be leaving Saturday night and driving straight through.
3. The goodbyes - not a single one is forever.

Oh yeah, Happy Anniversary Jeff and Tiffany!