Sunday, May 29, 2005

Busy Weekend (Updated)

My trip back from Albuquerque was much more pleasant. I got upgraded to first class! The hours pass by very quickly when you're comfortable. The free liquor also helped. Upon my arrival, I had to prepare for my camping trip, which I was leaving for the next day, right after work.

I get to work, and have to run a teleconference with a supplier. My mind was everywhere, I began the meeting with, "Why are we here?" It went well, I just couldn't make sense of why one of the attendees was wearing club gear. She does this all the time, but I never had to work with her. Maybe she doesn't realize that the perceptions she gives others will precede her work reputation.


Latino Musica


I came across a radio station tha was jamming! It was a Latino Hip hop station. I don't know what they were saying many of the songs, but they had me bouncin' my head to the beat while I was cruising in my Chevy Malibu. Spacious car, but it had absolutely no power, compared my supercharged ride. Anyways, most of the songs were same as the ones on the other hip hop stations, except that the lyrics were replaced with spanish-speaking rappers/singers. Hooks were the same as the original. And they were TIGHT! Even the all spanish songs had me wanting to pull over and dance on the hood (thinking back to Freaknik days). My favorite song: "Papi, Rip My Bumper... Papi, Rip My Bumper..." That was the only english phrase. It was like, some spanish crunk shit. It was tight.

Camping


Last year, at this time, it was dark & raining when I arrived at the campsite. It's no fun setting up a tent in those conditions. This time was more pleasant. The following day had some drizzle. So I passed on the planned horseback ride, and enjoyed the white water rafting when the sun came back out. Campfire discussions were quite animated. The typical topics.


White Water Rafting


So the sun finally came out, and headed off for some on-water adventure. Why were the biggest 2 guys in our group acting like the biggest punks? The biggest one, was so scared, he couldn't shut up! Just talking mess, not listening to instructions... we didn't have a full boat, but we made sure that scardy-cat didn't make it onto our boat. Nor the other guy. Good thing we didn't, he fell in twice.
Now our boat had 5 folks in it, so they put two guides in our boat. One guide had 14 years of experience. The other girl was new. She said she a guide last year, uh huh, yeah, whatever. This chick got us STUCK on EVERY single rock that we were supposed to miss. Of course, I was sitting in the front seat, and I started calling out ahead of time, watch us get stuck on that rock right there. Sure 'nough... I called it every time. Our boat never lost anyone, so at least she was able to do keep us all in the boat.
Before we got in, I told the guide that I wanted to hit a kayaker. Not to be mean, it's just that when you're in a 7 person raft, you cannot maneuver the thing to avoid a very agile kayaker. Kayaks know, the rafts have the right of way if they are up stream. An idle kayaker in the travel lane is roadkill. They should rest on the bank of the river. The second rapid we hit, we came real close to hitting one. I had to take my oar out the water to avoid smacking him in the head (tempting). I was thinking my goal was not going to be achieved. Then we reached the last rapid. A kayaker was apparently having a little difficulty getting enougy power to get himself unstuck. The way some of the rapids work, the water may run backwards, forming a swell, trapping victims who navigate poorly. So our raft came, and hit him dead on right on his back! He should thank us, it was just the push he needed to unwedge himself. Don't worry, no one got hurt.
I forgot what it's called, but kayakers can get turned upside down, and their head can be rattled & pulled down into a swell that is several feet under the surface. So there are two huge rocks with a gap in between with water rushing between them. If the kayker doesn't have enough force to upright himself, his gets rattled like a bell inbetween the rocks, stuck in the swell. Yes, a horrible way to die. One time, I saw someone stuck in that position. I noticed the kayak upside down for several seconds. Suddenly, he uprighted him self, gasping for air, scareed... it was a kid. I'll still to rafting, leave the kayaking to the more adventurous folks.


Off-Roading


I have a precious ride (to me). Designed to rule the highways! Supercharged Grand Prix GTP. On my way up to the campsite, the paved roads disappear. So of course, I tread slowly & carefully. Then there's this one spot... trail intersects a stream... my ride apparently was not going slow enough to avoid scraping the underside of the front of the car. **OUCH* *ARRGGHHH* I felt every cm of pain that my car felt. It lasted for several hours. On the way back, I tread even more slowly to avoid the same fate. Didn't work. This time I scraped the underside of the back of the car, probably my exhausts. *ARRGGHH* I'm feeling the pain again, just thinking about it.


Just Chill


OK, so my name seems like it's very inappropriate me, because I'm never sitting around, doing nothing for long. To me, it's more of a chill mindset. I hardly ever get high-sprung, or overly animated. No matter what I do, I have a laid-back style of doing it. So I plan on chillin' somewhere, doing something with a chill style, every few weeks or so.

Monday, May 23, 2005

Alburquerky

I made it to Albuquerque. Flight, sucked. Middle seat. No leg room. Exit row behind me, so my seat wouldn't recline. No movie. Got chips though! You know how when the plan lands, folks in the aisle stand up to get their luggage? When the guy stood up across the aisle from me, the family in the other seats used the spare seat to change their daughter's diaper. Ummmm, they couldn't wait 2 mins to do that in the airport restroom? They waited the entire flight, they couldn't have used the airport restroom? No, they had to share their joy with the rest of the passengers as we were waiting to deboard the plane.


Where y'all at?


I know they got some black folks out here somewhere. I haven't seen ANY! The only black I've seen is on the news. They finally caught the guy that killed his ex-girlfriend on America's Most Wanted. I've been to Walgreens (had to buy some Gatorade), restaurant, hotel, watched the news... WHERE Y'ALL AT? It's hot as hell here, by the way. If I lived here, no would ever see me either. I'd be in basement until the sun sets.


Paintball


I organized a group of folks to play some paintball on Saturday. It was a lot of fun. 16 folks came out. Pretty good, since about the same number didn't show. We had a great time. I do have a few war wounds. They seem to be disappearing slowly. One girl came out, she was braver than many of the guys! Many of us met at IHOP first. I was thinking everyone flaked on me, since no one was there 15 mintues after our meet time. Then I remembered how 'you people' are. The gang was there between 20-30 minutes late. It was all good from then on. I need to start playing basketball again or something. I was so extremely sore. Soaking in my hot tub was just what I needed. Now I have to prepare for my camping/white water rafting/horseback riding trip immediately after I return back home.


Keyword Search


You guys are right, it is hilarious looking at the web searches folks use to find your sight. Some horny devil found my site by searching for "Ciara's Ass Crack". HA-HA-HA What are the crazy searches you've seen? Burger King and Rent-a-rim are my most popular searches. Speaking of BK, there was a long article on their new CEO in today's USA TODAY. He believes that provacative advertisements appeals more to their core customers (18-35 males), and they desire to see ads that they grew up with. I don't remember seeing a perverted, stalking, big ole plastic head in commercials when I grew up.


Favorites


I see Curvy called me out to list my favorites. I'll see what I can come up with.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Reunion Recap

It's official, I'm in that "older" crowd now. My 10 year class reunion has come & gone. First of all, black folks are the worst organizers! But putting out a schedule of events via e-mail the same day as when the events start does not constitute proper planning. So as a result, I ran into very folks that are not local. My out of town classmates that I have kept in touch with didn't make it. I only attended one event, the night party. I was very happy to see many classmatees I haven't seen in a really long time. Some, 11 years, since I finished my fourth year at another college.
It was good to see that a lot of folks have taken care of their bodies, and came out looking great! Others, hmmmm.... I wanted to slip them a pass to the gym. Same came up to me yelling, "Remember me?" Others, I'm saying, "I can't believe you don't recognize/remember me!" I look different though. Going from a tight fade to shoulder length locs gives me an entirely different look. Some folks I missed, and was hoping to catch the following night, but I didn't make it the Old School Party.


Albuquerque


What the hell is in Albuquerque? I can barely pronounce & spell it. I'll be there next week. My mom wants some turquoise jewelry. I guess I'll spend my time catching the season finales of my favorite shows.

Friday, May 13, 2005

Reunion Weekend

How do you know you're getting older? By realizing it's time for your 10 year college reunion. Oh boy! Seems like my parents are going to reunions all the time, but they're supposed to... they're old! Me, I'm not old. So aside from the standard H.S. reunion, that word shouldn't be in my vocabulary yet. I guess it's really no big deal, since the only folks I know that are attending any reunion functions live locally. What fun is that? I want to see the folks I haven't seen in 10 years, not the ones I can see every time I hit any social scene.


The Job


I would love to talk about my company, but I won't. I don't want to get fired. There have been some workers fired this week. Some, just for receiving an e-mail. How do you get fired for what someone else sends you? Some got verbal reprimands. I'll just keep my mouth shut.


Reminiscing


For whatever reason, I was thinking back to a cruise I went on back in 1997. They had a DJ that's familiar with music from all over the world... except the latest US hits. Whatever since that makes, since the ship left out of L.A. We did circles in the ocean so it took 2 days to travel 150 miles to Ensenada, Mexico. Being the adventurous one that I was, I decided to enter the dance contest.
I entered because the international DJ started playing music I heard of before, Like Salt & Pepa's Push It, and other old school favorites. I was the fouth person, and the first black to compete. Why did this MF start playing some techno music when I got on the dance floor? Mind you, at this time, the only time I ever heard techno music is when the Chicago folks got their chance to dominate the dance floor while everyone took a break to enjoy some drinks. And the rare occasion I went to a club in Buckhead (This was back when black folks were not allowed to have any clubs up there). So my point is, I have NEVER danced to techno.
So here I am. 50 folks in ship's dance club staring at me. Camera's turn on that's being broadcast into every room on the ship. Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom Is that my heartbeat? No, it's this damn music that I don't know how to dance too. Well, I can't disappoint my race by letting the other contestants out dance me, so I thought back to how those crazy Chicago folks danced at the club, and did my best to imitate them. Needless to say, I didn't win the contest. I didn't know that they were going to rebroadcast my moment of embarassment every 3 hours for the rest of the trip. My friends got quite a laugh seeing me make an ass of myself. My boy told me, "Jez, you looked like you were doing aroebics!" I still don't like Techno.
Another memory of that trip, someone put a date-rape drug in a girl's drink. She was travelling with my group, but did her own thing when she met a guy she was attracted to. It was no secret what happened, or who did it. But since we were in international waters, the U.S. laws didn't apply. The ship's police could not enter the suspect's room without their permission. He was selling drugs while on the ship, so he kept the police (and us folks that wanted to break his neck) out of his room for 2 hours, while he flushed all of his drugs away. So there was no evidence of any crime. The ship had to do a U-turn to drop the girl off at a Mexican hospital, then left her there while the ship returned to L.A. One of her friends stayed with her. Crazy.

Like I said, I was just reminiscing. Back to reality...

Friday, May 06, 2005

CRASH

Public Service Annoucement


I saw the movie Crash today. Being someone who is already sensitive about how other races perceive me, and I have my own prejudices as well, this movie did not entertain me. In fact, I don't even understand what the point of the movie was. I was thinking... Maybe Karma. What goes around, comes around. But no, half of the nonsense blew that theory away. I don't know what the point was.

Ironic enough, I looked up about 30 mins after I left the theatre, and saw a crash that occured just seconds earllier.

OK, I said "Crash" too many times... that means more google hits. *sigh*

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

The Interpreter

Time for some more of my twisted, random thoughts.

The Interpreter was a great movie. But I was greatly annoyed throughout the movie. Everyone knows there is alot of edititing before we get to see the final version. There's nothing wrong with that. But in a great movie, I would expect there to be some focus on the little details. It's these little details that I focus on, and enjoy. I may not know who shot who, but I'll notice that the glass shattered in a different direction from the bullet trajectory. Yeah, you probably don't want to sit next to me watching an action flick.

So Nicole Kidman was doing her thing in The Interpreter. There were several scenes in the movie where there was obviously no one on the set to check her hair. In each one of the scenes, she will be having a single conversation, with no wind, and her hair keeps jumping to a different position every time the camera focuses back on her. So in every sentence, her hair starts off behind her ear, scan to the other guy real quick, back to her in the same sentence, now her eyes are covered. Did I blink? Did a strong breeze come through the ventilation system and moved her hair in the one second the camera changed shots? OK, next sentence. What the hell? The hair is in the exact same position as where it started! Wait, now it's back to covering her right eye like Aaliyah. This continues whenever she talks, so now I've forgotten what she was talking about, and can only focus on Kidman's hair.


Who's Googling me?


I've been wondering why folks access my site after clicking on a Google link. I think I have some internet spies trying to track my every mouse click. I have noticed some new comments to my Burger King entry. Maybe they clicked on page 97 of their BK search and found me. Check out this link some guy (BK) posted: http://www.flashboss.com/flash/wake_up.php


Nap Time


Why did I go into my work bathroom yesterday, and hear snoring?! I know he was snoring, because he woke up when he heard a flush! Speaking of work bathroom, the next time I see someone leave w/o washing his hands, I'm going to loudly call him out. I can see if you're at home, but I SEE YOU!!! Wouldn't the awareness of a co-worker observing your nasty behaviour be encouragement for you to at leat turn the faucet on and pretend you're washing?


Keeping Up With The Jones'


OK, I really have to take some more pics later on this summer. The neighbor I spoke about earlier who commented on my yard is building the exact same retaining wall in front of his house, in the exact same fashion as mine. I'm not mad at him, cause my immediate neighbor had his wall up before mine, so now three adjacent houses will have matching gardens.


Blogs are mainstream


My favorite magazine, NEWSWEEK has a weekly section called BlogWatch. Check out this week's entry about a solder's humorous view on what to (and not to) send in your care packages to soldiers in Iraq.


It's getting HOT in here


My job is sort like an engineering policeman. I make sure the engineers do what my management says they are supposed to be doing. And when they don't follow my direction (which is often), then all hell breaks lose. Last week was one of those weeks. I saw the tension building up. My team huddled, and agreed to stick to our plan. The opposing team also geared up, and planned to counter our attack. We met in a conference room, the program manager blew his whistle, and the management went at each other. The end result was that the grown men were about to quit the company! I'm like, damn, I didn't know it was that serious. It really wasn't about who's right or wrong, more about pride/ego. Oh yea, and that typical Southern behaviour: "I'm not listening to that Negro!" You know what, they may not have to follow my direction, but they will definitely listen to every word I say. If they don't respect me, I can bring hell upon anyone I find in contempt!