Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Crazy Magnet Part 1
It is a blessing and a curse being endowed with the natural ability to attract crazy people. Luckily, San Francisco is full of them, and the jury is still out on the theory that San Francisco is a breeding ground for them. I have no proof to offer, but I firmly believe that there is an underground facility in the center of the city where the crazies are manufactured and released unto the world through tunnels in the BART system.
As a tribute to the crazies I have encountered in San Francisco, I will detail some of my best encounters with them.
Part 1: Crazy Chinese Fervent McCain Supporter Lady
Not too long before the election this pat November, I was riding the MUNI bus on my way to work after a doctor's appointment. The MUNI, as usual, was crowded elbow to elbow with people. This elderly Chinese lady with a giant fruit-bowl pretending to be a hat was sitting down right in front of me, and I am standing surrounded by several people. The following dialogue ensued, and though the lady's English was not very good, she certainly gets plus points for wearing a silly hat and enough make-up to add a couple of pounds to her net weight.
*Quiet on the bust, people standing , minding their own business when suddenly:
Elderly Chinese Lady (ECL): AAAYYEEEEEEE!!!
*She sneezed. the sneeze sounded more like a terrifying scream. It startled the shit out of everybody*
Me: Bless you!
ECL: What (a little perturbed)?
Me: Bless you
ECL: Bless Me? God Bless Me!
Me: Yes
ECL: God Bless America!
Me: O...K.
*I notice now she is wearing a giant "God bless America" pin on her blouse. I start thinking about whether "God Bless America" pins are made in America or China.*
ECL: God bless the united states of America! I watched the debates last night!
Me: Oh Ok.
ECL: Did you watch them?
*I am wondering why the hell this lady picked me instead of someone else around me, but I guess that's what I get for being polite and wishing her God's blessing*
Me: No, I didn't want to watch this one
ECL: This was the best one!
Me: Eh, they just say the same things every time. Nothing new.
ECL: No! This one was the best!
Me: Ok.
ECL: McCain was very good. I like what he said.
Me: mmhmm.
ECL: Obama, he say the same thing every time... McCain speak better
Me: Really?
ECL: Yes, even Obama go to Harvard, McCain English is much better.
"yes")
ECL: Yes! it is twice as good (holding up two fingers to indicate how much twice is)
Me: twice as good?
ECL: twice as good! Obama, he is a puppet (opening and closing her hand, mimicking puppets that open and close their hands similarly), he just say what the democrats want
Me: ok.
ECL: McCain is a better president because he is more patriotic. he fight for the country
Me: Really? He did?
ECL: Yes! He fight, he was in prison in Vietnam! you don't know??
Me: No, i never heard that.
ECL: do you read the news?!?
Me: Nope. never.
ECL: you should! I read the news everyday!
*The sobering reality hits me that this lady is never going to leave me alone*
Me: what do you read?
ECL: Everything. All news.
Me: Just like Sarah Palin!
ECL: Yes, I read SF Chronicle
Me: Very good.
ECL: even Chinese people they read the news here in America. all of them, old and young they read American news. you should read too.
Me: mmhmm.
ECL: I voted for Hilary because i wanted a woman president. She only support Obama because he is democrat. I vote now Mccain
*I begin to think of the similarities between Hilary Clinton and John McCain that would make it a debatable choice between the two. Aside from the fact that they are both male, I can think of nothing.*
Me: ok.
ECL: you should read the news.
Me: yup.
*she then proceeded to quiz me in Chinese politics, even having the balls to say "let's see if you are smart! if you are smart you can answer this!". I couldn't answer this, whatever this was.*
ECL: Oh! stop (to the bus driver) I need to get off! I get off here!
*As she gets up, I notice that she is wearing a giant poofy dress that was apparently fashionable in the Renaissance days, the ones with the metal frames that make her look like she has giant growths on her hips. Without so much as a goodbye, the lady, her fruit basket hat, and her giant tutu rush off the bus. And I didn't get the chance to ask her where she got her "God Bless America" pin.*
As a tribute to the crazies I have encountered in San Francisco, I will detail some of my best encounters with them.
Part 1: Crazy Chinese Fervent McCain Supporter Lady
Not too long before the election this pat November, I was riding the MUNI bus on my way to work after a doctor's appointment. The MUNI, as usual, was crowded elbow to elbow with people. This elderly Chinese lady with a giant fruit-bowl pretending to be a hat was sitting down right in front of me, and I am standing surrounded by several people. The following dialogue ensued, and though the lady's English was not very good, she certainly gets plus points for wearing a silly hat and enough make-up to add a couple of pounds to her net weight.
*Quiet on the bust, people standing , minding their own business when suddenly:
Elderly Chinese Lady (ECL): AAAYYEEEEEEE!!!
*She sneezed. the sneeze sounded more like a terrifying scream. It startled the shit out of everybody*
Me: Bless you!
ECL: What (a little perturbed)?
Me: Bless you
ECL: Bless Me? God Bless Me!
Me: Yes
ECL: God Bless America!
Me: O...K.
*I notice now she is wearing a giant "God bless America" pin on her blouse. I start thinking about whether "God Bless America" pins are made in America or China.*
ECL: God bless the united states of America! I watched the debates last night!
Me: Oh Ok.
ECL: Did you watch them?
*I am wondering why the hell this lady picked me instead of someone else around me, but I guess that's what I get for being polite and wishing her God's blessing*
Me: No, I didn't want to watch this one
ECL: This was the best one!
Me: Eh, they just say the same things every time. Nothing new.
ECL: No! This one was the best!
Me: Ok.
ECL: McCain was very good. I like what he said.
Me: mmhmm.
ECL: Obama, he say the same thing every time... McCain speak better
Me: Really?
ECL: Yes, even Obama go to Harvard, McCain English is much better.
"yes")
ECL: Yes! it is twice as good (holding up two fingers to indicate how much twice is)
Me: twice as good?
ECL: twice as good! Obama, he is a puppet (opening and closing her hand, mimicking puppets that open and close their hands similarly), he just say what the democrats want
Me: ok.
ECL: McCain is a better president because he is more patriotic. he fight for the country
Me: Really? He did?
ECL: Yes! He fight, he was in prison in Vietnam! you don't know??
Me: No, i never heard that.
ECL: do you read the news?!?
Me: Nope. never.
ECL: you should! I read the news everyday!
*The sobering reality hits me that this lady is never going to leave me alone*
Me: what do you read?
ECL: Everything. All news.
Me: Just like Sarah Palin!
ECL: Yes, I read SF Chronicle
Me: Very good.
ECL: even Chinese people they read the news here in America. all of them, old and young they read American news. you should read too.
Me: mmhmm.
ECL: I voted for Hilary because i wanted a woman president. She only support Obama because he is democrat. I vote now Mccain
*I begin to think of the similarities between Hilary Clinton and John McCain that would make it a debatable choice between the two. Aside from the fact that they are both male, I can think of nothing.*
Me: ok.
ECL: you should read the news.
Me: yup.
*she then proceeded to quiz me in Chinese politics, even having the balls to say "let's see if you are smart! if you are smart you can answer this!". I couldn't answer this, whatever this was.*
ECL: Oh! stop (to the bus driver) I need to get off! I get off here!
*As she gets up, I notice that she is wearing a giant poofy dress that was apparently fashionable in the Renaissance days, the ones with the metal frames that make her look like she has giant growths on her hips. Without so much as a goodbye, the lady, her fruit basket hat, and her giant tutu rush off the bus. And I didn't get the chance to ask her where she got her "God Bless America" pin.*
Thursday, January 15, 2009
To Toot Or Not To Toot, It's Still A Hoot!
Here's a fun an incredibly embarrassing story that happened to me at the office the other day.
As some of my Norelco Groomer using friends can attest, grooming with the Norelco makes operations down under a lot smoother. For those of you who don't know what the Norelco groomer is, google it, or just go ahead and get one on Amazon. It is a magical device that, for the first time in my life, has made me aware of the existence of my taint. One of its other benefits is that farts become magical, something else altogether. It's much more difficult to keep them in without the butt hair muffler in the way. They're like escaped convicts running for their lives from their ass prison. They even sound different, healthier, louder; every single one ringing with a reverberating "BRRRRAAAPPPTT".
I was going through our legal files yesterday, standing, when suddenly my ass committed an office felony without my approval. The ninja fart snuck up on me like a stinky assassin and, before I could do anything about it, "BRRRAAAAPPPTT"!
It's futile to pretend that I didn't notice anything. The surprise attack froze me to the spot, but a split second later, I regained my composure and shuffled files back and forth, closed and opened drawers; anything to make a lot of noise. Maybe they'll confuse the fart for rustling papers inside a steel cabinet.
It looks like my plan had worked. No one mentioned a thing, no one looked up or giggled. I was in the clear.
Or so I thought. My boss and I were helping one of the secretaries move a desk, and my boss was cracking jokes. She commented that he's "such a hoot today", to which he responded "better a hoot than a toot", while shooting me a sly look with a mischievous smile.
I'm not sure how many different shades of red I turned, but thank goodness my boss finds farts funny. Ah Norelco, you are a blessing and a curse.
As some of my Norelco Groomer using friends can attest, grooming with the Norelco makes operations down under a lot smoother. For those of you who don't know what the Norelco groomer is, google it, or just go ahead and get one on Amazon. It is a magical device that, for the first time in my life, has made me aware of the existence of my taint. One of its other benefits is that farts become magical, something else altogether. It's much more difficult to keep them in without the butt hair muffler in the way. They're like escaped convicts running for their lives from their ass prison. They even sound different, healthier, louder; every single one ringing with a reverberating "BRRRRAAAPPPTT".
I was going through our legal files yesterday, standing, when suddenly my ass committed an office felony without my approval. The ninja fart snuck up on me like a stinky assassin and, before I could do anything about it, "BRRRAAAAPPPTT"!
It's futile to pretend that I didn't notice anything. The surprise attack froze me to the spot, but a split second later, I regained my composure and shuffled files back and forth, closed and opened drawers; anything to make a lot of noise. Maybe they'll confuse the fart for rustling papers inside a steel cabinet.
It looks like my plan had worked. No one mentioned a thing, no one looked up or giggled. I was in the clear.
Or so I thought. My boss and I were helping one of the secretaries move a desk, and my boss was cracking jokes. She commented that he's "such a hoot today", to which he responded "better a hoot than a toot", while shooting me a sly look with a mischievous smile.
I'm not sure how many different shades of red I turned, but thank goodness my boss finds farts funny. Ah Norelco, you are a blessing and a curse.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
DustOff
This is a little film we made for the 48 hour film project. We were given a prop (bus ticket), a genre (Western) , a line of dialogue ("Forget it. I already have"), and we had to make a short film in one weekend. It was an incredibly fun, exhausting, frustrating, and amazing weekend. I hope you enjoy it:
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Take Time, Take Time, Take Time, Take Time, Take...
I realize it's been an awful long time since I've updated this thing, and I deserve what shit may be slung at me for neglecting it, in turn breaking my promise of keeping this regularly updated. Sort of like peeing in the shower, it feels good to be posting again, yet a little dirty at the same time. Kind of like rekindling a relationship with someone you haven't spoken to in months. Probably because you want to pee in their shower. I haven't learned to make this part of my routine, but I hope to *habitualize* my postings to Saturday or Sunday mornings.
I make lots of lists. I am obsessed with lists of all kinds: To Do for Work, To Do for Home, Calls To Make, People To Do, and Topics for Blog are a few. If I come across something interesting I want to write about, I make a note of it or e-mail myself the youtube link to remember to post something about it. Rarely does that work, but I am a creature of habit; like peeing in the shower.
Any of these things deserves a post or several of their own, but I will just mention some of the most important happenings of the past couple of months:
Important Happenings Of The Last Couple Of Months List:
1. My brother had a baby! However, the delivery was done by his lovely wife Elena. They had a beautiful, cross that, absolutely unbearably adorable 9 lbs 7 ounce healthy baby girl named Zayna. I am an Uncle! It's no exaggeration when I say that just by holding her my heart melts.
Here is a picture of Zayna Noor Lopez Khoury sleeping:
And here is a picture of the little angel yawning, but really I think she was screaming to be taken away from my brother Haitham.
Many more baby pictures to come for sure.
2. Work: has been a bitch! A good bitch nonetheless. I plan on moving into the consulting side of the business, so I am spending every ounce of the cruel joke that is my spare time on learning that part of the business and product. Late nights at work, and weekends spent at the office are very common these days.
3. High School Musical 3: I was an extra in High School Musical 3! I hope the 5 seconds of film that we spent 13 hours of the day in 90 degree weather shooting actually shows up on film! Then let's hope that I am actually visible as that blurry spec in the background! Either way, it was actually quite fun. The nice thing about shooting with no audio is that you can say some of horrific shit and no one watching the film will know what was actually said between the extras. In case some rumors get out, no I do not have a third testicle on my anus.
4. 48 hour film festival: My first film! I am still recovering from the traumatic weekend. More on this in the next post including the video itself.
5. Country **behappenings**: Presidential election, FISA bill, and Viacom knowing about every lolcats video I've looked up on youtube oh my! Each of these deserves a post of its own, but I probably won't at this point.
*Not a real word, but sounds like it should be.
**Apparently, also not a real word. EFF you Webster. EFF you in th A.
I make lots of lists. I am obsessed with lists of all kinds: To Do for Work, To Do for Home, Calls To Make, People To Do, and Topics for Blog are a few. If I come across something interesting I want to write about, I make a note of it or e-mail myself the youtube link to remember to post something about it. Rarely does that work, but I am a creature of habit; like peeing in the shower.
Any of these things deserves a post or several of their own, but I will just mention some of the most important happenings of the past couple of months:
Important Happenings Of The Last Couple Of Months List:
1. My brother had a baby! However, the delivery was done by his lovely wife Elena. They had a beautiful, cross that, absolutely unbearably adorable 9 lbs 7 ounce healthy baby girl named Zayna. I am an Uncle! It's no exaggeration when I say that just by holding her my heart melts.
Here is a picture of Zayna Noor Lopez Khoury sleeping:
And here is a picture of the little angel yawning, but really I think she was screaming to be taken away from my brother Haitham.
Many more baby pictures to come for sure.
2. Work: has been a bitch! A good bitch nonetheless. I plan on moving into the consulting side of the business, so I am spending every ounce of the cruel joke that is my spare time on learning that part of the business and product. Late nights at work, and weekends spent at the office are very common these days.
3. High School Musical 3: I was an extra in High School Musical 3! I hope the 5 seconds of film that we spent 13 hours of the day in 90 degree weather shooting actually shows up on film! Then let's hope that I am actually visible as that blurry spec in the background! Either way, it was actually quite fun. The nice thing about shooting with no audio is that you can say some of horrific shit and no one watching the film will know what was actually said between the extras. In case some rumors get out, no I do not have a third testicle on my anus.
4. 48 hour film festival: My first film! I am still recovering from the traumatic weekend. More on this in the next post including the video itself.
5. Country **behappenings**: Presidential election, FISA bill, and Viacom knowing about every lolcats video I've looked up on youtube oh my! Each of these deserves a post of its own, but I probably won't at this point.
*Not a real word, but sounds like it should be.
**Apparently, also not a real word. EFF you Webster. EFF you in th A.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Pet Peeves A.K.A. Things I Hate: Part 1
When "Foreign" is listed as a genre. Please don't list "Foreign" as a genre, as it is healthier for my blood pressure, and healthier for your face.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Pangea Day
I was recently introduced to an amazing event called Pangea Day, which is basically a world wide film festival, where various short films by of all kinds from animated to documentary, made by all kinds of interesting people, are broadcast simultaneously at various places in the world. My friend Hanna was invited to attend because his thesis film was selected for the festival, and you read about his amazing experience with the festival at his blog.
Pangea Day is the brainchild of Jehane Noujaim, director and film maker behind Control Room, as the result of her wish come true for winning the TED prize in 2006. She managed to inspire thousands if not millions of people around the world to embrace each other culturally while raising awareness of many global issues. This woman is my hero. Here is her TED award acceptance speech.
I recently realized what it is I truly want to do with my life. I developed a love for film in my college years from my experience with theater, improv, and mostly sketch comedy. I have always had a strong desire to pursue these things as a hobby, but only recently have I accepted taking these hobbies seriously enough that I may have a chance at creating something meaningful with them. And as far as I can remember I have always had a desire in me to believe in the positive aspects of compassion and common good. Now I would like to seek ways to pursue both, and perhaps even find a way to bring them together.
This is already being done by some excellent organizations like Witness and Just Vision. I have a strong desire to be a part of such a wonderful thing. I would love to hear ideas that would build on this premise.
You can watch the entire Pangea Day 4 hour broadcast in 20 minute increments, or you can watch a 1 hour condensed version on the website as well. Please do, it is worth it, and you will be glad you did.
Pangea Day is the brainchild of Jehane Noujaim, director and film maker behind Control Room, as the result of her wish come true for winning the TED prize in 2006. She managed to inspire thousands if not millions of people around the world to embrace each other culturally while raising awareness of many global issues. This woman is my hero. Here is her TED award acceptance speech.
I recently realized what it is I truly want to do with my life. I developed a love for film in my college years from my experience with theater, improv, and mostly sketch comedy. I have always had a strong desire to pursue these things as a hobby, but only recently have I accepted taking these hobbies seriously enough that I may have a chance at creating something meaningful with them. And as far as I can remember I have always had a desire in me to believe in the positive aspects of compassion and common good. Now I would like to seek ways to pursue both, and perhaps even find a way to bring them together.
This is already being done by some excellent organizations like Witness and Just Vision. I have a strong desire to be a part of such a wonderful thing. I would love to hear ideas that would build on this premise.
You can watch the entire Pangea Day 4 hour broadcast in 20 minute increments, or you can watch a 1 hour condensed version on the website as well. Please do, it is worth it, and you will be glad you did.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Month Of Hell And Ecstasy
I have honestly intended to update this blog more often, but April happened. It was a whirlwind of a month comprised of incredible highs and soul crushing lows. The following is an anti-climatic understated recap of some of the events and latest happenings, which is an understatement in and of itself. I will most likely elaborate on each of these things in separate posts.
Love:
My definition of it changes relative to my experiences, and I experienced love like I never have before. My preconceived notions of the pragmatic nature of love have been shattered. I never believed in love at first sight, but I guess this was the closest thing to that. The truth is, I'm not sure what being in love is, but this was the closest thing I have experienced to that. How do I know? I couldn't think of anything, I couldn't focus, I couldn't even function on a basic day to day level because she was in my thoughts all the time. I felt something that I had not felt since I was a teenager; butterflies. I would get butterflies in my stomach at the mere thought of her. Fucking butterflies. I felt like I was fifteen again. It was pure bliss while it lasted. It didn't last long. In fact, it was over before it even started. I will spare the details, but suffice to say that I knew it was a dangerous thing to get involved in, and that it would likely end soon... but I couldn't help myself from following my heart. I wanted to fall, in the back of my mind hoping against all logic that I would be caught. Instead I was crushed.
Despite the pain, longing, and pathetic self pitying that followed the two to three weeks thereafter, I have no regrets. I fet more alive in that time than I have in years. From the sweet bliss in that moment of perfection of being in someone's arms, to the draining feeling of having lost something precious and the self questioning that followed... I needed it. It was an example of interesting timing: myself desperately needing that spark to jump start my life-my soul-again, and having found it and lost it so quickly. The residual effects of that spark are not lost, however. I feel alive again, and I'm out to live my live to the fullest. This was one of the most productive sessions of self reflection I have had in a long time...
Sickness:
I am not down with it. Something is wrong with my body. I have always been a pretty healthy person. I never used to worry about what I eat thanks to a fairly decent metabolism, I have always been a fairly athletic person, and I never used to get sick that often. I have had a smattering of health issues this year that have driven me to the brink of madness. I'm not used to it, which makes it that much more difficult, worrying, and frustrating for me. Sports related injuries are not the same, but they contribute to the pain and frustration when compounded with being ill. I took the broken fingers and toes, bruised ribs, and twisted ankles in stride, even wearing them as honor badges. But knee surgery is on another level. 5 months out from what was supposed to be a simple orthroscopic surgery and I am still struggling with rehab. I have only recently been able to jog again, but even that is very taxing on my knee. I still have to ice it every day, and though it is improving, I am far from being able to do full contact sports again. I discovered by accident this part weekend that I still can not do a full squat, as by attempting one searing pain shot through my knee. What is really troubling is the fact that I have small tears in the meniscus of my left knee, which I will have to operate on in the future at some point. I am dreading going through this process again. Only recently have I started to accept the possibility that I may never be able to do the sports and activities that I love. And that is depressing beyond what I show.
As for my immune system, well let's just say I'm pissed off at my white blood cells. Who's in charge of that group? Those fuckers get all the Vitamin supplements, good food, water, antioxidants, and exercise they need, yet I have gotten sick more times this year than I ever have before. I remember getting the flu on three separate occasions, sore throats or colds here and there, and most recently a sinus infection, which I have never had before. I am still battling that fucker, having taken every god damn prescribed drug, antibiotic, and treatment short of frying my sinuses with radiation. I am much, much better than I was a couple of weeks ago, but I still cough frequently, I still hawk up gross amounts of phlegm, and my nose still runs like a faucet. I have a feeling that the sinus infection developed into a case of strep throat when it was at the peak of thoat pain and swelling, but the doctors couldn't tell because I had already started taking antibiotics. I think that is officially called the lazy approach to medicine; "well since the antibiotics take care of that anyways, what's the point of testing for it?". As if the frustration of dealing with my surgeon wasn't enough... with all due respect to the many wonderful and brilliant doctors out there, I have not been a fan of them lately. Not to mention the ultimate cruel joke that my body played on me: about two months ago I somehow got this absurd throat infection. My neck ballooned and I looked like a human toad. The infection was painful, and I developed a fever that put me out of work for a week. Bless having health care coverage, and bless my work environment for being patient with me during my health problems. Now that Rosie Grier is gone, I wonder if he will ever pop back out again, like a dormant infestation waiting for the right conditions to swell up and say hello.
Vacation:
I plan on taking a personal vacation on my own for the first time. I was originally set on doing the European backpack thing, particularly Spain, France, and Portugal, but I think I will wait till I can take more than 10 days to do that. Plus, I am in the process of my citizenship application, so it will be a hell of a lot easier to travel with an American Passport, not having to worry about Visas or getting my colon fingered in the name of patriotism.
Alas, Europe will wait another year. Instead, I plan on going to the desert. The Black Rock desert to be precise. For this. I am really excited about the prospect of going, and having learned a lot more about it, I became genuinely excited.
Future:
I think in the back of my mind I always knew what I wanted to do. The problem with not knowing what you want to do is sometimes a case of not being able to admit or accept what you want to do. I have been researching graduate programs, specifically MBA oriented programs because that seems to make the most sense for what I want to do. I could never fully commit to going to grad school before I was 100% sure I knew what I wanted to study, so I kept debating the idea of an MBA. However, I'm pretty sure I want to be a film maker. I've never really pursued that desire seriously, even marginally entertaining the idea that it could simply be a fun hobby. Though the chance that it will end up being a hobby remains, I know at least it will be a very serious hobby, and it will be something that I pursue with a lot of effort and determination.
Nutshell!
Love:
My definition of it changes relative to my experiences, and I experienced love like I never have before. My preconceived notions of the pragmatic nature of love have been shattered. I never believed in love at first sight, but I guess this was the closest thing to that. The truth is, I'm not sure what being in love is, but this was the closest thing I have experienced to that. How do I know? I couldn't think of anything, I couldn't focus, I couldn't even function on a basic day to day level because she was in my thoughts all the time. I felt something that I had not felt since I was a teenager; butterflies. I would get butterflies in my stomach at the mere thought of her. Fucking butterflies. I felt like I was fifteen again. It was pure bliss while it lasted. It didn't last long. In fact, it was over before it even started. I will spare the details, but suffice to say that I knew it was a dangerous thing to get involved in, and that it would likely end soon... but I couldn't help myself from following my heart. I wanted to fall, in the back of my mind hoping against all logic that I would be caught. Instead I was crushed.
Despite the pain, longing, and pathetic self pitying that followed the two to three weeks thereafter, I have no regrets. I fet more alive in that time than I have in years. From the sweet bliss in that moment of perfection of being in someone's arms, to the draining feeling of having lost something precious and the self questioning that followed... I needed it. It was an example of interesting timing: myself desperately needing that spark to jump start my life-my soul-again, and having found it and lost it so quickly. The residual effects of that spark are not lost, however. I feel alive again, and I'm out to live my live to the fullest. This was one of the most productive sessions of self reflection I have had in a long time...
Sickness:
I am not down with it. Something is wrong with my body. I have always been a pretty healthy person. I never used to worry about what I eat thanks to a fairly decent metabolism, I have always been a fairly athletic person, and I never used to get sick that often. I have had a smattering of health issues this year that have driven me to the brink of madness. I'm not used to it, which makes it that much more difficult, worrying, and frustrating for me. Sports related injuries are not the same, but they contribute to the pain and frustration when compounded with being ill. I took the broken fingers and toes, bruised ribs, and twisted ankles in stride, even wearing them as honor badges. But knee surgery is on another level. 5 months out from what was supposed to be a simple orthroscopic surgery and I am still struggling with rehab. I have only recently been able to jog again, but even that is very taxing on my knee. I still have to ice it every day, and though it is improving, I am far from being able to do full contact sports again. I discovered by accident this part weekend that I still can not do a full squat, as by attempting one searing pain shot through my knee. What is really troubling is the fact that I have small tears in the meniscus of my left knee, which I will have to operate on in the future at some point. I am dreading going through this process again. Only recently have I started to accept the possibility that I may never be able to do the sports and activities that I love. And that is depressing beyond what I show.
As for my immune system, well let's just say I'm pissed off at my white blood cells. Who's in charge of that group? Those fuckers get all the Vitamin supplements, good food, water, antioxidants, and exercise they need, yet I have gotten sick more times this year than I ever have before. I remember getting the flu on three separate occasions, sore throats or colds here and there, and most recently a sinus infection, which I have never had before. I am still battling that fucker, having taken every god damn prescribed drug, antibiotic, and treatment short of frying my sinuses with radiation. I am much, much better than I was a couple of weeks ago, but I still cough frequently, I still hawk up gross amounts of phlegm, and my nose still runs like a faucet. I have a feeling that the sinus infection developed into a case of strep throat when it was at the peak of thoat pain and swelling, but the doctors couldn't tell because I had already started taking antibiotics. I think that is officially called the lazy approach to medicine; "well since the antibiotics take care of that anyways, what's the point of testing for it?". As if the frustration of dealing with my surgeon wasn't enough... with all due respect to the many wonderful and brilliant doctors out there, I have not been a fan of them lately. Not to mention the ultimate cruel joke that my body played on me: about two months ago I somehow got this absurd throat infection. My neck ballooned and I looked like a human toad. The infection was painful, and I developed a fever that put me out of work for a week. Bless having health care coverage, and bless my work environment for being patient with me during my health problems. Now that Rosie Grier is gone, I wonder if he will ever pop back out again, like a dormant infestation waiting for the right conditions to swell up and say hello.
Vacation:
I plan on taking a personal vacation on my own for the first time. I was originally set on doing the European backpack thing, particularly Spain, France, and Portugal, but I think I will wait till I can take more than 10 days to do that. Plus, I am in the process of my citizenship application, so it will be a hell of a lot easier to travel with an American Passport, not having to worry about Visas or getting my colon fingered in the name of patriotism.
Alas, Europe will wait another year. Instead, I plan on going to the desert. The Black Rock desert to be precise. For this. I am really excited about the prospect of going, and having learned a lot more about it, I became genuinely excited.
Future:
I think in the back of my mind I always knew what I wanted to do. The problem with not knowing what you want to do is sometimes a case of not being able to admit or accept what you want to do. I have been researching graduate programs, specifically MBA oriented programs because that seems to make the most sense for what I want to do. I could never fully commit to going to grad school before I was 100% sure I knew what I wanted to study, so I kept debating the idea of an MBA. However, I'm pretty sure I want to be a film maker. I've never really pursued that desire seriously, even marginally entertaining the idea that it could simply be a fun hobby. Though the chance that it will end up being a hobby remains, I know at least it will be a very serious hobby, and it will be something that I pursue with a lot of effort and determination.
Nutshell!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Furrowed Orbs Of Courage
Balls.
Time to grow a pair.
I consider myself to be a fairly adventurous person; a reasonable risk taker if you will. If given the choice between ordering a familiar item on a menu or trying a highly recommended ethnic dish that smells like a shit smoothie, I would be willing to try shit smoothie. If given the option to embarrass myself in public via drunken Karaoke, I would gladly offend the patrons’ ears. Hell, sometimes I am daring enough to look a homeless person straight in the eyes and firmly say “Sorry, no”, when begged for loose change. But to approach a beautiful stranger for casual conversation? Let’s just say I would never earn my red badge.
I flirted with the idea that I might have a genetic condition; a Pretty-Woman-Phobia of sorts. This was a comforting idea because it meant I could blame my parents for my social incompetence. I racked my brain, but I can’t come up with a better explanation for why it scares me less to step into a ring across from an unreasonably aggressive pugilist who would love nothing more than to cause me physical harm. On blessed occasions when the God I don’t believe in sends a gift my way, I find a way to give the impression that I am a slightly more professionally dressed version of Rain Man. On a typical weekday commute home, I bought a Street Sheet from the homeless guide to San Francisco’s public transportation, justifying that “at least he’s working for it”.
“You find anything interesting in the Street Sheet?”, said a friendly voice behind me.
“Oh it’s riveting”, eliciting a hearty laugh from the stunningly gorgeous face behind me. Laughter is always a great way to break casual conversation into the comfortable zone, and for a while it was good. Then it dawned on me that this lady is actually flirting with me. The mild schizophrenia kicked in at the sudden realization, and the shy awkwardness dropped like a bomb on the conversation. The change in attitude was startling to notice; one moment it’s as if I was having a fun conversation with a friend, the next it’s like I am having a cavity search at airport security.
I thought about incidents from my childhood that have made me this way; what is it about me that makes me automatically aim so hard to please everybody, especially people that I want to like me? A friend once said that my underlying problem is I don’t know how to be myself in these situations, and that is probably the most accurate description of the problem. The very thing that my friends like about me_my absurd goofiness, is precisely what I censor in public.
Case in point, this past weekend. A friend of mine tried to set me up with a very hot lady friend of his. In fact, he didn’t have to do any setting up. She stopped short of writing it down on my forehead that she was into me, and I still wouldn’t have gotten it. It’s not that I didn’t notice the subtle hints of her attempting to make conversation with me several times and putting her arm around me, it’s that I understood that too well. And I drew blanks.
Ah Balls. Time to grow a pair.
A Complex Clash Of The Napoleons
When someone is described as having a Napoleon complex, I can’t help but think how much of an asshole Napoleon truly was. I figure Napoleon’s buddies came up with the phrase one night during a poker game where Napoleon was conspicuously left off the invite list. Claude would throw a tantrum because Pierre forgot to bring the butter for the croissants, then Jean-Jacques would berate Claude for being such a Napoleon. Everyone would laugh as they puff the last drag of their cigarettes before a sudden hush falls over the group and eyes dart back forth from each others’ gazes.
The Napoleon in question came in the form of a diminutive Puerto Rican who, when every time he spoke, gave the impression of an irritated chihuahua. It came as no surprise to me when he marked his territory on several occasions as we were making our way back from the bars to the apartment. He reaffirmed his newly claimed ownership of the patch of urine stained sidewalk: “Yeah that’s right mother fucker”. Looking down at his crotch, I wasn’t sure what he was referring to as mother fucker, taunting the concrete corner of the building that has silently accepted its domination, or complimenting his diligent penis for following orders.
Apparently unsatisfied with dominating inanimate objects, the Latino Napoleon, who I shall name Napoleon 1 to avoid referring to him in amusing racial expressions, sought bigger conquests, or at least as big as his 5′2″ self. The victim was a middle aged Filipino man (Napoleon 2) who I estimate about 5′3″ tall, the one inch advantage probably being the source of jealousy and conflict. Napoleon 2 drew attention to himself by yelling at a second floor apartment which clearly must have upset him somehow. This was good enough reason for Napoleon 1 to start a fight. Besides, he had already claimed the building as his own.
With neither one backing down, the clash of Napoleons was under way. People stood around and watched as Napoleon 1 beat down Napoleon 2, wondering when their popcorn was going to arrive. I thought this would be a good time to interject before Napoleon 2 would require a rhinoplasty. My mistake was assuming there is some room for reason in these situations. Call me crazy for thinking there is no need to prove a point by repeatedly ramming a fist into someone’s face. Having interrupted his fun, Napoleon 1 took issue with me. “What, you wanna fight too?” has asked, and I thought my response was appropriately easy to understand, “No, I’m trying to calm things down”. Something about his response told me that he didn’t quite understand: “Oh so you wanna fight me bitch?!?”.
I should have realized that I couldn’t trust someone who when asked what his favorite color was, responds belligerently as if he was told his mother was a whore, even though she probably was. I thought things had calmed down, and I made the mistake of turning away to help the bleeding Napoleon 2. Next thing I knew my glasses had inexplicably exploded off my face, and the first thing I thought was “oh no, not again”. I am notorious for finding the most creative ways to break a brand new pair of glasses, one of which includes washing my hands and not even touching my glasses. So it is no surprise when my glasses just happen to fall apart on my face.
Then it dawned on me that I had been punched in the face. Coming to this brilliant realization, I turn around to look for my assailant who may be looking to throw a second cheap shot, but Napoleon 1 had now set off running. I wasn’t so much upset at getting hit in the face, though it would concern me more if the puncher was someone who could actually crack an egg with his punch. What pissed me off was that my glasses were dented, and yes, this was a brand new pair. At least I can add another creative method to my list of “How to break a brand new pair of glasses”.
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