Thursday, March 27, 2008

You can't hit on girls on the move...

Its some funny law but its weird that when I'm on the metro or walking on the street, and some cute girl gives you the look... its like you can't talk to her. Case in point, I'm on the way to or from work on the metro and some cutie gives you 'the look' You exchange smiles, you awkwardly look away blah blah blah.. but doesn't it feel kinda of awkward on your morning or afternoon commute to come to a girl and start spittin game? It does to me... This has happened several times since moving to the city. Its like you're interrupting them, or its like they in work mode and you talking all nice and smooth makes it seem kind of silly. But then again, I'm not really trying to put the moves at 8am when the girl is sitting next to some old lady or some dude who just wants to sleep the ride to his job.... yeah, awkward.

So, the rule seems that you can only deal with girls in more stationary places... places that don't have wheels or require you to turn off your iPod to chat them up. Its quite a stupid rule as most of my 'looks' come from my ride home on the metro. But then again, maybe they know the rules too and thats why they do it...

silly social rules...

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

How a good conversation goes bad...

So this may not mean anything to anyone, but my bud and I have these really interesting conversations that usually start off quite good and grounded in reality and end up being these fantastic explorations of silliness that go way out of hand... In this capacity, we've been on smoke breaks and made whole feature films before our friends' eyes, we play out TV episodes, we freestyle, and do all sorts of things... so here is a typical example of how dumb we get over an I.M. conversation during work... only friends can do this shit... Remember... we start good and it all goes downhill LOL!!

Deddisun: where's geno's and pat's
me: off of south street
not on southpers
don't eat there
thats wack
Deddisun: she's asking me man
lol
me: tell herrrrr..
Deddisun: ishka's and that place on the korner
me: Jim's
Deddisun: yeah
that place always smelled good as shit
me: word
Deddisun: all i know is one of them joints was racit
me: I think pats or genos
Deddisun: yeah
me: oh yeah
my friend went to Pats
and they kept ignoring her
she was asian
or is
still is
last I checked
LOL
Deddisun: LOL
racist steak mongers man
me: everyone knows that steak people ar racist!!!
sike
Deddisun: LMAO
me: thats why I hate steak people
I'm steak-ist
ha hah a
Deddisun: hahaha
just put some grilled onions, steak, and cheez whiz on my shit without the tude bitches
me: LMAO!!!!
yeah... cheeze wizzz my shit ya fuckin racist steak biiottch
Deddisun: LMAO
Deddisun: wizz and onion my shit ya fuckin prick racist cock sucker
LMAO
me: LOL
"git dat shiiit outta here aahh, lookin' atcha face makes me friggin naucious"
Deddisun: LOL
"ya don't get outta here soon...imma add another sauce to your steak"
me: (I soo need to update our IM's for my blog}
eeewwww
groossss
Deddisun: LMAO
do it
me: you took it there man!!!
Deddisun: DOOOOOOO IT
me: Alright
I will...
Deddisun's new status message - http://fishinthroughlife.blogspot.com/ 11:23 AM

Sunday, March 23, 2008

What do I want for Christmas, a Caribbean lawyer from New York...

Last night, I met this girl who, for a second time in six months, was a lawyer, from New York, and Caribbean. Both women captured me in a way as if to show me something for my future. They possessed characteristics that I’ve been finding to be most attractive in women. She (in the plural) was smart, subtle, but very alive in their personality. She flirted and joked in a mellow way, that wasn’t too aggressive, it was playful. They were both educated and cute. I think it’s the juxtaposition that being lawyers they carry a very feminine vulnerability, with the capacity to really fuck with you in court, that I find really attractive. A dynamic range that makes them three-dimensional and not the traditional weekend flirtation that is sex-driven and grounded in ‘the game’.

I kept trying to get her attention, asking questions, cracking jokes that were for her. She kept threatening to make me carry her over my shoulder if she got drunk. She kept looking cute to me. She kept wearing nice jeans. We eventually walked away from the rest of the group and had our own little conversation (always a good sign I think). The highlight of the evening was when we were sitting at a bar and having a group conversation… one of us made a charming joke and she happened to lean into me, touching shoulders. That dip toward me, with a slight head leaning in my direction, showed a level of comfort that only couples share when they are in the movie theater, on the couch, or group conversation at dinner parties. The lean is just to tell you “I’m thinking of you sweetie… here is a lean so that you know this”.

So what happened? Did I get her number? Did we say we’d call each other? No. For both instances, it was due to stupid reasons. The first time, it was because I was seeing somebody who wasn’t good for me and instead of looking at an opportunity, I decided to take it easy. The second time, she was leaving to go back to NY, and it seemed kind of silly to ask someone out when they live 5 hours away with 3 million people living in her town to meet and go out with. Like I said, silly reasons.

But, I did see my future. So, I’m happy to know what I’m going to get.

WHATS IN MY BOX: "The Love Below" by Andre 3000... Just finished a story by Miranda July... she is amazing!

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Barack, Boomerangs, and Cigarettes. Feat. "Whats in my box"

Barack – So, I was asked to facilitate a dialogue regarding the speech Barack made in Philadelphia this past week in response to his distancing himself from the remarks of Rev. Wright. For this, I took a bunch of notes and read the hell out of the speech and I must say it’s a glorious piece of work, its rhetoric is absolutely stunning and the group noted that the media really hasn’t done a ‘comeback’ to it... as this piece is absolutely impenetrable. As far as it goes in regards to his notions or race and what have you. He was great in the fact that he treated the Black context fairly, with respect, love, and honor. He told America that the anger and resentment is a part of all of us. And that individuals and incidents such as these should be treated dynamically and with complexity that riddles the whole national discourse of race. What he has done, which I think counters European notions of grasping knowledge in simple form (race as a tool to commodity/oppress people) is to re-complicate items that racism, sexism, and other isms attempt to simplify. He took a situation that was oppressive (to him as a presidential candidate) and reappropriated it for his survival as a person, which is a means of survival across all oppressed peoples (spanglish, jazz, hip-hop, the pink triangle, etc.).
BUT!! In my literary critical lens there are several points about Barack’s speech that should encourage you to see that he is human, we are all subjective, and that he is still a presidential candidate. Which there is nothing wrong with this, but must be told. 1. This was a speech that reinfornced his candidacy as the man for ‘change’ which he said towards the end like a million times. 2. He really appealed to white audiences by using the speech to declare his distancing from Rev. Wright, citing his white grandmother and mother as sources of struggle, and using the Ashley anecdote where a Black man reached out to a White woman… all these show him distancing himself from connections of ‘Blackness’ he may have (which sort of counters his earlier embrace of it). As a person of color, I feel these resentments, deal with struggles, and hear words by Rev Wright all the time, and I’m not too mad about Barack because my suspicions lead me to believe that he knows this about us oppressed peoples and took the opportunity to reach out to those ignorant of struggle. But we’ll see.

Boomerangs – I woke up and heard on the radio that scientists threw boomerangs in a gravity free environment. And the suckers came back!! They actually work without gravity, which was an assumption held for the longest and left the scientists dumb. It got me thinking about the pyramids, Mayan sculpture, Incan masonry, and other feats that western civilization can’t replicate and I just wonder how can these imperialists teach us to believe us to be primitive, but yet they can’t do what we did… Instead they spend my tax money finding out for themselves that they can’t figure us out… LOL!!

Cigarettes – Embarrassing story… but all I gotta say is that I’ve been trying to quit smoking (I’m down to just “weekend smoking”) and I REALLY didn’t want to quit until I kissed this girl who smokes… LMAO… In the words of Jay-Z “WHAT MORE CAN I SAAAAYY”!

The ‘WHATS IN MY BOX’ portion: Movie “Streets is Watching” and “Rize”. Dubstep: Chef (March 4th on Rinse). Other Music: Konono No 1, Erykah Badu, and The Cribs. Book: “No One Belongs Here More than You” Miranda July.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

The first entry... my general view of this thing...

Alright, so I'm going this route for a few reasons. 1. I want to keep it loose 2. I'm sorta feeling the whole deal of being between worlds will be a good topic for this blog. 3. I want to talk about my main interests; music, society, personal development/growth. Showing these areas in the context that I'm...
  • First generation U.S. born from a country oppressed by the U.S.
  • First generation college student from working class
  • Brown Albino
  • Socially Conscious and responsible with a tendency to deviate
  • A shy extrovert
  • Bilingual
  • A B-boy working for the man
  • An aspiring producer/dj/musician
  • An educator that knows school is a lie
  • A laid back Alpha Male
See what I mean? So check me out!!!