Oh my gah. Apparently, this guy is New York is starting a private club for young minority professionals and to ensure plenty of marriage material:
Women could join the Harlem Club, too. But only as associate members. And they had to be 35 or younger, unmarried, childless, college educated and willing to submit a head-to-toe photograph, to prevent unattractive women from making the cut.
Here's the article. (via tmn)
Friday, April 23, 2004
Those Japanese hostages who were released in Iraq are now given the cold shoulder at home. Talk about a raw deal.
Thursday, April 22, 2004
So happy i'm sick
I tell this in honor of Anne's birthday, since I know she LOVES Spike-misbehaving stories so.
The other night, Spike, my roommate's oftentimes challenging and imposing tabby, sat his usual watch by the window waiting for Matt to come home. Since Matt spends about half the week away with his girlfriend, Spike is usually worked up into quite a froth of excitement when his beloved owner returns. Anyway, that particular evening, I was sitting on the couch to hear Spike start to meow loudly, plaintively, and particularly urgently. Matt had just pulled in and Spike spied him from the window. Spike kept up the meowing, as Matt opened the car door, and I could hear Matt call up to him, assuring him that he was coming in soon. Spike then leapt off the back of the couch, to work his way toward the door to greet Matt when he stopped plumb in the middle of our little living room. And he threw up. A lot. So, Matt walked into the door to see his cat throwing up on the carpet. Spike was so excited to see Matt, he had to vomit. I believe that James' cat does kind of the same thing, as he mentions in past blog entries. The whole scenario was actually kind of endearing.
I tell this in honor of Anne's birthday, since I know she LOVES Spike-misbehaving stories so.
The other night, Spike, my roommate's oftentimes challenging and imposing tabby, sat his usual watch by the window waiting for Matt to come home. Since Matt spends about half the week away with his girlfriend, Spike is usually worked up into quite a froth of excitement when his beloved owner returns. Anyway, that particular evening, I was sitting on the couch to hear Spike start to meow loudly, plaintively, and particularly urgently. Matt had just pulled in and Spike spied him from the window. Spike kept up the meowing, as Matt opened the car door, and I could hear Matt call up to him, assuring him that he was coming in soon. Spike then leapt off the back of the couch, to work his way toward the door to greet Matt when he stopped plumb in the middle of our little living room. And he threw up. A lot. So, Matt walked into the door to see his cat throwing up on the carpet. Spike was so excited to see Matt, he had to vomit. I believe that James' cat does kind of the same thing, as he mentions in past blog entries. The whole scenario was actually kind of endearing.
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Birthday colors
This is too fun: Pantone has created birthday colorstrology. Each month has a color, and then go down to each day from there. My birthday, December 25th, has the color hunter green.
About me, they say:
You were born with a nice mixture of intuition and practicality. It is important for you to feel financially secure and grounded. No amount of wealth, status, or acheivement will be enough if you have not cultivated the spiritual side of nature...Hunter green reminds you to stay connected to the spiritual side of life and helps calm any financial or mundane worries you may feel.
That's very fitting considering how I've talked everyone's ear off lately about fear of tuition costs next year. I guess I better get some hunter green in my life. (via pcjm)
This is too fun: Pantone has created birthday colorstrology. Each month has a color, and then go down to each day from there. My birthday, December 25th, has the color hunter green.
About me, they say:
You were born with a nice mixture of intuition and practicality. It is important for you to feel financially secure and grounded. No amount of wealth, status, or acheivement will be enough if you have not cultivated the spiritual side of nature...Hunter green reminds you to stay connected to the spiritual side of life and helps calm any financial or mundane worries you may feel.
That's very fitting considering how I've talked everyone's ear off lately about fear of tuition costs next year. I guess I better get some hunter green in my life. (via pcjm)
hobbledehoy
n : an awkward bad-mannered adolescent boy
I really like this essay in The Morning News on hobbledehoydom. I also like saying hobbledehoy.
n : an awkward bad-mannered adolescent boy
I really like this essay in The Morning News on hobbledehoydom. I also like saying hobbledehoy.
Drag Queen Bingo
Last night I finally went to drag queen bingo in DC with my friend, Annie, and two of her friends (one man visiting from NY and her friend, Leslie, who is this very cool lady who's Annie's priest [!], and funnily enough was one of the starting members of the chapter of my sorority at William and Mary--got all that?). I highly recommend this as a Tuesday night activity in DC, since:
1.) it's free!
2.) they play lots of fun music conducive to dancing in one's chair
3.) there are floor shows and many outfit changes
4.) lots of fun prizes
5.) noisemakers and mini tambourines
Go early to get a seat, though, since we arrived a little late so had to sit off of the main floor and needed to lean around a pillar to check out all of the action.
Besides the bingo, they also had a Jeopardy like game, which even included buzzers, electronic scores, and colored lights. Annie was a contestant at one point. There were some hard hitting questions like "what is the first name of Jessica Simpson's husband?" but Annie plowed through and won. Her prize was a $20 gift certificate to next week's drag queen bingo. How fabulous!
I was also very impressed by the wide spectrum of people there--it was very inclusive of all orientations, races, ages, singles and married, etc. Next to our table was a table full of guys who looked like they were regular Nascar viewers as well (you know the type: baseball caps, reddish complexions, hemmed jean shorts, etc), but they were hooting and hollering along with everyone else.
Last night I finally went to drag queen bingo in DC with my friend, Annie, and two of her friends (one man visiting from NY and her friend, Leslie, who is this very cool lady who's Annie's priest [!], and funnily enough was one of the starting members of the chapter of my sorority at William and Mary--got all that?). I highly recommend this as a Tuesday night activity in DC, since:
1.) it's free!
2.) they play lots of fun music conducive to dancing in one's chair
3.) there are floor shows and many outfit changes
4.) lots of fun prizes
5.) noisemakers and mini tambourines
Go early to get a seat, though, since we arrived a little late so had to sit off of the main floor and needed to lean around a pillar to check out all of the action.
Besides the bingo, they also had a Jeopardy like game, which even included buzzers, electronic scores, and colored lights. Annie was a contestant at one point. There were some hard hitting questions like "what is the first name of Jessica Simpson's husband?" but Annie plowed through and won. Her prize was a $20 gift certificate to next week's drag queen bingo. How fabulous!
I was also very impressed by the wide spectrum of people there--it was very inclusive of all orientations, races, ages, singles and married, etc. Next to our table was a table full of guys who looked like they were regular Nascar viewers as well (you know the type: baseball caps, reddish complexions, hemmed jean shorts, etc), but they were hooting and hollering along with everyone else.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
The Zompist Phrasebook
This site lists all those helpful phrases that you need to know when traveling overseas in French, Spanish, and German. For instance:
Have you ever considered that we might be insulted because you haven't learned English?
Vous n'avez jamais réfléchi sans doute qu'on peut se considérer insultés, nous, parce que vous avez pas appris l'anglais, vous ?
¿Jamás se le occurió que nosotros nos sentiríamos insultados porque ustedes nunca aprendieron inglés?
Haben sie je daran gedacht, dass wir beleidigt sein könnten, weil Sie kein Englisch gelernt haben?
OR
If I died tonight I'd be saved, but you would burn in hell.
Si je mourais ce soir je serais sauvé[e], mais vous brûleriez en enfer.
Si yo me muriera esta noche, me iría al cielo; en cambio usted iría a quemarse al infierno.
Wenn ich heute nacht sterben würde, würde meine Seele gerettet werden, aber du würdest in der Hölle schmoren.
OR
This is the third time I've told you, so listen up this time.
C'est la troisième fois que je vous le dis, écoutez-moi bien donc.
Es la tercera vez que se lo digo; pare esas orejas, por Dios.
Ich sag' dir das jetzt zum dritten mal, also hör wenigstens diesmal zu.
(via tmn)
This site lists all those helpful phrases that you need to know when traveling overseas in French, Spanish, and German. For instance:
Have you ever considered that we might be insulted because you haven't learned English?
Vous n'avez jamais réfléchi sans doute qu'on peut se considérer insultés, nous, parce que vous avez pas appris l'anglais, vous ?
¿Jamás se le occurió que nosotros nos sentiríamos insultados porque ustedes nunca aprendieron inglés?
Haben sie je daran gedacht, dass wir beleidigt sein könnten, weil Sie kein Englisch gelernt haben?
OR
If I died tonight I'd be saved, but you would burn in hell.
Si je mourais ce soir je serais sauvé[e], mais vous brûleriez en enfer.
Si yo me muriera esta noche, me iría al cielo; en cambio usted iría a quemarse al infierno.
Wenn ich heute nacht sterben würde, würde meine Seele gerettet werden, aber du würdest in der Hölle schmoren.
OR
This is the third time I've told you, so listen up this time.
C'est la troisième fois que je vous le dis, écoutez-moi bien donc.
Es la tercera vez que se lo digo; pare esas orejas, por Dios.
Ich sag' dir das jetzt zum dritten mal, also hör wenigstens diesmal zu.
(via tmn)
Mysterious
Okay, this has happened twice now, and it's kind of odd.
As you may know, our office is across the way from a consulting firm. Our office is like the Ford Escort to their Lexus. They're all redone and brightly lit with modern furniture and shiny signs and our office is small and very, very blue. Since we're the offshoot of the main office, we don't even have a real sign--my cube neighbor printed out a piece of paper with the organization name on it to tape outside our door. Nice, right?
ANYWAY...the consulting firm is populated with many khaki wearing young professionals in polo shirts. There is one fellow who is particularly smiley and friendly. Twice now, when I've walked to the elevators which face their glass front doors, he's been walking by and breaks into a smile and waves vigorously. Startled, I would wave back. 'Okay,' I think each time, 'now since we recognize eachother, we're going to be SAY HI types.' I'm on this level with all the building guys and some workout room people as well.
But then, both times, the next morning I would step into the elevator to get to work and discover that this smiley guy was there and we would ignore eachother. Today this happened again and we were the only people in the elevator and we ride all the way up to the 11th floor! I know, I could just as well say something, but I freeze up and follow suit in those kinds of situations! Very puzzling.
Okay, this has happened twice now, and it's kind of odd.
As you may know, our office is across the way from a consulting firm. Our office is like the Ford Escort to their Lexus. They're all redone and brightly lit with modern furniture and shiny signs and our office is small and very, very blue. Since we're the offshoot of the main office, we don't even have a real sign--my cube neighbor printed out a piece of paper with the organization name on it to tape outside our door. Nice, right?
ANYWAY...the consulting firm is populated with many khaki wearing young professionals in polo shirts. There is one fellow who is particularly smiley and friendly. Twice now, when I've walked to the elevators which face their glass front doors, he's been walking by and breaks into a smile and waves vigorously. Startled, I would wave back. 'Okay,' I think each time, 'now since we recognize eachother, we're going to be SAY HI types.' I'm on this level with all the building guys and some workout room people as well.
But then, both times, the next morning I would step into the elevator to get to work and discover that this smiley guy was there and we would ignore eachother. Today this happened again and we were the only people in the elevator and we ride all the way up to the 11th floor! I know, I could just as well say something, but I freeze up and follow suit in those kinds of situations! Very puzzling.
Monday, April 19, 2004
Hot!
Grace, NYC denizen who spies celebrities by the hoardes without even trying (now that's a super power), is passing along her celebrity sightings for me to post. Grace, you do indeed know the way to my heart. Here's the latest from an email today:
Today I saw Jane Adams (she played a small part in
Eternal Sunshine) today shopping around SoHo with a friend. I overheard her
saying, "...something something Brandy Alexanders all night something..."
No wonder she was looking all haggard and tired.
Grace, NYC denizen who spies celebrities by the hoardes without even trying (now that's a super power), is passing along her celebrity sightings for me to post. Grace, you do indeed know the way to my heart. Here's the latest from an email today:
Today I saw Jane Adams (she played a small part in
Eternal Sunshine) today shopping around SoHo with a friend. I overheard her
saying, "...something something Brandy Alexanders all night something..."
No wonder she was looking all haggard and tired.
Hilarious
Newsweek also featured this. An American company (Binh Bags, or something like that) added to the washing directions on their bags, in French: We are sorry that our president is an idiot. We didn't vote for him. Newsweek added that the Mr. Binh, the owner of the company is responding that of course he's talking about himself, the president of the bag company.
Newsweek also featured this. An American company (Binh Bags, or something like that) added to the washing directions on their bags, in French: We are sorry that our president is an idiot. We didn't vote for him. Newsweek added that the Mr. Binh, the owner of the company is responding that of course he's talking about himself, the president of the bag company.
Toot
Have you guys read about the success of the Walter the Farting Dog books? I'm intrigued.
The article about it cracks me up. This portion explains the plot of one of the books, Walter the Farting Dog: Trouble at the Yard Sale:
The ridiculous plot goes thusly: A man buys Walter from his olfactorily tortured master for $10 at a garage sale and harnesses the dog's formidable tooting talents for evil. Walter, having been attached to a "fart-catcher," is force-fed beans (the musical fruit) and made to fill balloons with his noxious fumes, thus creating near-lethal weapons to be strategically deployed via pin-popping during the course of a bank robbery. Walter, a friendly and charitable pooch, is hugely dismayed by his predicament. Not to worry, though. In the end, all's resolved and he returns home a hero, ready to fart again (and again and again) in his forthcoming third romp, Rough Weather Ahead.
Have you guys read about the success of the Walter the Farting Dog books? I'm intrigued.
The article about it cracks me up. This portion explains the plot of one of the books, Walter the Farting Dog: Trouble at the Yard Sale:
The ridiculous plot goes thusly: A man buys Walter from his olfactorily tortured master for $10 at a garage sale and harnesses the dog's formidable tooting talents for evil. Walter, having been attached to a "fart-catcher," is force-fed beans (the musical fruit) and made to fill balloons with his noxious fumes, thus creating near-lethal weapons to be strategically deployed via pin-popping during the course of a bank robbery. Walter, a friendly and charitable pooch, is hugely dismayed by his predicament. Not to worry, though. In the end, all's resolved and he returns home a hero, ready to fart again (and again and again) in his forthcoming third romp, Rough Weather Ahead.
Ali Mahan?
I went with my dad to meet Ali yesterday! As expected, Ali was a sweet, laid back orange tabby. He was big but lacked the bulk of my roommate's kitty. He was a lean, mean, snoozing machine. Anyway, he seemed a bit wary of us, and hid on top of the fridge, but he came down at one point to sniff around and see what we had to offer. I think my dad is interested, and is in the midst of making his decision over adopting a cat. I already told him that I think that it would be a good idea, and can already picture my dad outside gardening with Ali lying closeby, on his back, napping in the sun.
I went with my dad to meet Ali yesterday! As expected, Ali was a sweet, laid back orange tabby. He was big but lacked the bulk of my roommate's kitty. He was a lean, mean, snoozing machine. Anyway, he seemed a bit wary of us, and hid on top of the fridge, but he came down at one point to sniff around and see what we had to offer. I think my dad is interested, and is in the midst of making his decision over adopting a cat. I already told him that I think that it would be a good idea, and can already picture my dad outside gardening with Ali lying closeby, on his back, napping in the sun.
Friday, April 16, 2004
Celebrating Songkran seems like fun to me
According to the BBC's caption, "Songkran, the Thai traditional New Year, is celebrated with water splashing, a symbol of cleansing and renewal." Sign me up, especially in warm weather. Check out this picture! (Suzi gets the love for finding this and passing it on).
According to the BBC's caption, "Songkran, the Thai traditional New Year, is celebrated with water splashing, a symbol of cleansing and renewal." Sign me up, especially in warm weather. Check out this picture! (Suzi gets the love for finding this and passing it on).
Right Wing Eye is Planned Parenthood's blending of right wing anti-choice advocates and Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. (Thanks, Jonathan)
Friday and Gorgeous
It's an unbelievably lovely day here in DC. 68 and sunny, after a week of dreary rain. I think everyone is about to burst. I also had dinner with Anne last night where she made a chicken pistachio salad (recipe from the SBD book) and it was fricking unbelievable. Find the book, find the recipe, and make it.
Heavily Armed
So Carrie, aforementioned erstwhile friend, is in Jakarta now, employed at the UN (how sexy is that?) and she had sent a little anecdote a couple of days ago that tickled me. I asked her permission to post to this blog, and she allowed, so here it is:
What up with me…. More Jakarta life. Am sitting here at my desk and I do have to go and start looking productive soon. But you will get a kick out of this:
There is a section here called the “Conflict prevention and recovery unit” that does stuff in small arms and I have no idea what else. They all have short, dyed hair and look fierce, however. Then recently they sent around a questionnaire. This was so they could collect the impressions of people in the office about small arms. One of the pages has all these pictures of weapons on it. Huge, black pictures. The weapons include: rifles, assault rifles, rocket propelled grenade launchers, sniper rifles, something called a MAN PAD!! (Does Tampax know about this?) a hand grenade. Absolutely hysterical. Then there is this question under all the photos, which I misread to read:
“Which of these weapons have you seen and how often do you use them?”
Are you kidding!?!?
I was rolling in the hallways for days over this one. Absolutely. And then someone pointed out that it was actually “how often do you **see** them” and I thought that was somewhat less funny, but still worth a chuckle.
Living in Jakarta, though a rough town, I can’t say I’ve seen too many rocket propelled grenade launchers. But hey! Thanks for asking!!
It's an unbelievably lovely day here in DC. 68 and sunny, after a week of dreary rain. I think everyone is about to burst. I also had dinner with Anne last night where she made a chicken pistachio salad (recipe from the SBD book) and it was fricking unbelievable. Find the book, find the recipe, and make it.
Heavily Armed
So Carrie, aforementioned erstwhile friend, is in Jakarta now, employed at the UN (how sexy is that?) and she had sent a little anecdote a couple of days ago that tickled me. I asked her permission to post to this blog, and she allowed, so here it is:
What up with me…. More Jakarta life. Am sitting here at my desk and I do have to go and start looking productive soon. But you will get a kick out of this:
There is a section here called the “Conflict prevention and recovery unit” that does stuff in small arms and I have no idea what else. They all have short, dyed hair and look fierce, however. Then recently they sent around a questionnaire. This was so they could collect the impressions of people in the office about small arms. One of the pages has all these pictures of weapons on it. Huge, black pictures. The weapons include: rifles, assault rifles, rocket propelled grenade launchers, sniper rifles, something called a MAN PAD!! (Does Tampax know about this?) a hand grenade. Absolutely hysterical. Then there is this question under all the photos, which I misread to read:
“Which of these weapons have you seen and how often do you use them?”
Are you kidding!?!?
I was rolling in the hallways for days over this one. Absolutely. And then someone pointed out that it was actually “how often do you **see** them” and I thought that was somewhat less funny, but still worth a chuckle.
Living in Jakarta, though a rough town, I can’t say I’ve seen too many rocket propelled grenade launchers. But hey! Thanks for asking!!
Thursday, April 15, 2004
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