I woke this morning to hear a moving truck backing into our back driveway, a 4-driveway-wide plot of land on which the 4 tenants each have 1 parking space. We live in the back, upstairs apartment.
“Beep, beep, beep,” made the truck, in reverse – the alarm clock for the partially employed househusband.
Our neighbor – a bald-headed, pot-bellied, always red-in-the face middle-aged man who speaks in rapid fire 20-word long sentences in under 3 seconds per sentence – was driving the truck and a friend/co-worker must have been waving his hands directing him for the back-in. I didn’t get up to check, but I could tell because they were talking to each other as if from outside the vehicle.
Baldy, whom I like very much – don’t get me wrong – the above was just a description, yells over to his friend/co-worker, “For $200, that muthafucka had cup-holders and everything.”
I got up, found my notepad and pen in the closet, and wrote down his quote. Mostly because I wasn’t sure it had really happened.
It made me realize that, on more than one occasion, interesting things on the fringe of reason that you would never expect to hear in real life – might not have actually been the average nonsensical dream fragment – these things might have really happened.
Things like someone actually talking about the above-said muthufucka with cup-holders.
~Courtesy of my favorite California househusband
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Rest Area Interview
What better place to be interviewed for a holiday traveling story than the Alabama welcome center in Mobile? Traveling with the future in-laws and loving fiancee, we stop to use the facilities and are welcomed to Alabama with open arms by a local television crew, Fox 10 News. We're the last family to be seen in the following video.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
DDR and Auntie Sarah
"Come over and we'll practice this new dance game I have on the Wii." Is that something you've ever heard come out of the mouth of your beautiful, dazzing, 60-year-old auntie? Well, that's what my afternoon had in store yesterday. Completely awesome.
Afternoon raspberry iced tea and a fulfilling spiritual conversation was followed by a game of nothing else but Dance Dance Revolution, or DDR, a game which I've played maybe twice in my life. In college I photographed a student who had the game memorized and could play with his eyes closed. I walked back to the newsroom that day glad that I had friends.
But now DDR seemed kind of exciting, in that way you get when no one is watching. After about 30 minutes of play we finally figured out how to get out of training mode. My song choice of Young MC's "Bust A Move" was accompanied by the video of girls in jean shorts with large yellow bows in their hair, busting a move in a way that I would never be able to on the DDR dance mat. I felt more white and uncoordinated than I have in a while. I take myself as a fairly good dancer. DDR draws out none of my skill. Is it really for people who can't dance? Or is it for people who just like to click buttons and frolic around like they've got ants in their pants?
The highlight of the day was during LCD Soundsystem's "Tribulations" when lovely Auntie Sarah accidentally clicked the Expert setting. If you could imagine someone standing in place trying to escape an attacking beehive, that's the scene that I saw in her living room. I cried, she had to run to use the potty we were laughing so hard.
Uncle Lloyd sure missed out on DDR.
Afternoon raspberry iced tea and a fulfilling spiritual conversation was followed by a game of nothing else but Dance Dance Revolution, or DDR, a game which I've played maybe twice in my life. In college I photographed a student who had the game memorized and could play with his eyes closed. I walked back to the newsroom that day glad that I had friends.
But now DDR seemed kind of exciting, in that way you get when no one is watching. After about 30 minutes of play we finally figured out how to get out of training mode. My song choice of Young MC's "Bust A Move" was accompanied by the video of girls in jean shorts with large yellow bows in their hair, busting a move in a way that I would never be able to on the DDR dance mat. I felt more white and uncoordinated than I have in a while. I take myself as a fairly good dancer. DDR draws out none of my skill. Is it really for people who can't dance? Or is it for people who just like to click buttons and frolic around like they've got ants in their pants?
The highlight of the day was during LCD Soundsystem's "Tribulations" when lovely Auntie Sarah accidentally clicked the Expert setting. If you could imagine someone standing in place trying to escape an attacking beehive, that's the scene that I saw in her living room. I cried, she had to run to use the potty we were laughing so hard.
Uncle Lloyd sure missed out on DDR.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
I Said Yes
Proposal at the
Top of the World
Haleakala Volcano
Haleakala National Park
Maui, Hawai'i
September 20, 2009
Top of the WorldHaleakala Volcano
Haleakala National Park
Maui, Hawai'i
September 20, 2009
too good to keep for myself: jeanspants and beanspant
In Bombay, they call blue jeans "jeanspants" -- all one word said quickly, and pronounced like this --- "jinspant".
So, we ate some bad food one day last week, and I had "beanspant" -- or "binspant" as I've been calling it.
I will save the rest of this one for the phone, but "binspant" turned out real bad at the Starbuck's...
(thank God for honest, truthful friendships. I love receiving emails like this.)
So, we ate some bad food one day last week, and I had "beanspant" -- or "binspant" as I've been calling it.
I will save the rest of this one for the phone, but "binspant" turned out real bad at the Starbuck's...
(thank God for honest, truthful friendships. I love receiving emails like this.)
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