Sunday, August 30, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
bummer dude, that's life.
preface: our landlord has raised our rent and we have to start paying our own utilities which has forced us to consider buying a house.
mom: "i'm not trying to pressure you... but... hows the job search going? what kind of jobs are you looking for?"
(it's been a year since i've had a full-time job.)
me: "what kind of job would you like me to look for? would you like for me to be an accountant? a pharmacist?"
mom (missing the sarcasm): "well you'd have to go back to school for that. do you want to take night classes? how many hours are you working at the library a week?"
me: "15."
mom: "that's a lot of free time to have, don't let it go to waste. why don't you go take some accounting classes?"
me: "ok, sure."
mom: "do you want to be a bank teller? i have a friend who's the supervisor at chase, you can look online and fill out an application."
me: "ok, sure mom."
mom: "has your living costs gone up lately?"
me: "no, it's just the money i had saved has been used up."
mom: "oh, is that why you haven't been able to give me rent money?"
me: "yup..."
it's a big headache - trying to keep the dream alive, looking for houses, thinking about the logistics of moving out of a house with 13 years of accumulated crap.
mom: "i'm not trying to pressure you... but... hows the job search going? what kind of jobs are you looking for?"
(it's been a year since i've had a full-time job.)
me: "what kind of job would you like me to look for? would you like for me to be an accountant? a pharmacist?"
mom (missing the sarcasm): "well you'd have to go back to school for that. do you want to take night classes? how many hours are you working at the library a week?"
me: "15."
mom: "that's a lot of free time to have, don't let it go to waste. why don't you go take some accounting classes?"
me: "ok, sure."
mom: "do you want to be a bank teller? i have a friend who's the supervisor at chase, you can look online and fill out an application."
me: "ok, sure mom."
mom: "has your living costs gone up lately?"
me: "no, it's just the money i had saved has been used up."
mom: "oh, is that why you haven't been able to give me rent money?"
me: "yup..."
it's a big headache - trying to keep the dream alive, looking for houses, thinking about the logistics of moving out of a house with 13 years of accumulated crap.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
happy left-handers day
this holiday isn't something i keep tabs on, my supervisor e-mailed me a few days about how aug. 13th "left-lefters day."
coincidentally a patron had come up to my desk at the library on yesterday and noticed i was left handed. she proceeded to tell me that she was left handed. this is not a rarity, but this does get more interesting. she continues to tell me she bats right handed in baseball but hits with her left in tennis. this is very particular indeed, since common sense should dictate you use your stronger arm. she also explains she uses her right hand to write and left hand to use chopsticks.
the japanese lady was in her 60s and i suppose you can argue the fact that she came from a different generation where being left handed was looked down upon, but i would think the use of chopsticks with the left hand be looked down upon as well.
then we got into the conversation about scissors and can openers. no, she can't use right handed scissors, and yes she can use can openers. i would infer lefties having to learn to use those tools with the right hand out of necessity, but i've been wrong so far about this lady.
at the end of our conversation she showed me her unique ability to write with both hands. now i've seen people who can write with both hands simultaneously, but this is different. she can write in mirror, where the letters are flipped backwards like how leonardo di vinci wrote in his journals and at the same write correctly with her right hand. she started from the middle with both pencils and wrote from middle to the left with her left hand and with her right hand she wrote from the middle to the right.
she suspects all left-handers have the ability to do this, but i can't. i tried and failed. i just ended up writing the words backwards with the letters written correctly.
to top the story off, of all the sentences she could have chosen to write, she wrote "i am a boy." i'm sure she was not trying to hint something to me. but as you can see from my attempt on the second line, i failed in mirroring her mirror writing.
coincidentally a patron had come up to my desk at the library on yesterday and noticed i was left handed. she proceeded to tell me that she was left handed. this is not a rarity, but this does get more interesting. she continues to tell me she bats right handed in baseball but hits with her left in tennis. this is very particular indeed, since common sense should dictate you use your stronger arm. she also explains she uses her right hand to write and left hand to use chopsticks.
the japanese lady was in her 60s and i suppose you can argue the fact that she came from a different generation where being left handed was looked down upon, but i would think the use of chopsticks with the left hand be looked down upon as well.
then we got into the conversation about scissors and can openers. no, she can't use right handed scissors, and yes she can use can openers. i would infer lefties having to learn to use those tools with the right hand out of necessity, but i've been wrong so far about this lady.
at the end of our conversation she showed me her unique ability to write with both hands. now i've seen people who can write with both hands simultaneously, but this is different. she can write in mirror, where the letters are flipped backwards like how leonardo di vinci wrote in his journals and at the same write correctly with her right hand. she started from the middle with both pencils and wrote from middle to the left with her left hand and with her right hand she wrote from the middle to the right.
she suspects all left-handers have the ability to do this, but i can't. i tried and failed. i just ended up writing the words backwards with the letters written correctly.
to top the story off, of all the sentences she could have chosen to write, she wrote "i am a boy." i'm sure she was not trying to hint something to me. but as you can see from my attempt on the second line, i failed in mirroring her mirror writing.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
sliced bread
13 black
We decided to hit the roulette table the last time Jevon and I were in Vegas. It was one of those late-night gambling sessions where you lose track of time thanks to the windowless, doorless, gambling floors with oxygen pumping through the vents and with bright florescent lighting.
I started out with $200 dollars. I would bet black, and it’ll come up red. I would bet red and it’ll come up black. Odd would come out even and even would come out odd. It just wasn’t going right at all. I would then start second guessing myself and think to myself, “I would have bet black, but I know it’s going to be red, so I should bet red instead.” At some point it all becomes a big mess and you’ll end up betting the same thing would have initially anyway. So I was about to bet my last 10 bucks on black, but this woman with her group of friends and positions herself right next to us.
She turns, winks, and smiles at me. One of those winks that just pierces you, and you’re just at a lost for words. I wasn’t cool enough to instinctively wink back; I couldn’t even mustard up the courage to smile back. Plus I think a guy winking is just creepy and or cheesy. It’s creepily cheesy.
All of a sudden the dealer sells out “no more bets.” I had just missed my bet because of that woman, luckily though because it turns out the ball landed on red.
I looked over and studied her. She changed 100 dollars and bet it all on 13 black. Auspicious number I thought, and if you’re going to bet all of your money on one number I was going to bet all of my money on that number too. So I followed suit and dropped my last 10 bucks on 13 black.
Bam, 13 black hits, and with 35-1 odds I’m up 350 bucks just like that. I’m thinking “Damn she really is my lady luck.” I start talking to her asking her the normal questions of “What’s your name?” and “where you are you from?” I get to know one another and we have that lockjaw smile where it’s like you’re smiling for the first time. It felt like anything was possible.
I look at her and she was wearing this long red dress. I turn and say to her “I’m going to let my winnings ride on red just because you’re wearing red,” and place my freshly won 350 dollars on red.
She smiles at me and her friend turns to her and whispers something in her ear and she cashes out with the dealer in hurry. I’m confused at this point because I thought we had a connection and was having a good time. My lady of luck was leaving me and I was desperately trying to think of something to say to keep her. I finally blurted out “You’re leaving already? You’re my lucky charm, you can’t leave now. You and me, we were meant to be.” She turns around smiles and says to me “I’m meeting my fiancé, we’re getting married tomorrow,” and gives me a wink.
The familiar voice of the dealer yells out, “No more bets.”
The moral of that story? Never bet on 13 black.
I started out with $200 dollars. I would bet black, and it’ll come up red. I would bet red and it’ll come up black. Odd would come out even and even would come out odd. It just wasn’t going right at all. I would then start second guessing myself and think to myself, “I would have bet black, but I know it’s going to be red, so I should bet red instead.” At some point it all becomes a big mess and you’ll end up betting the same thing would have initially anyway. So I was about to bet my last 10 bucks on black, but this woman with her group of friends and positions herself right next to us.
She turns, winks, and smiles at me. One of those winks that just pierces you, and you’re just at a lost for words. I wasn’t cool enough to instinctively wink back; I couldn’t even mustard up the courage to smile back. Plus I think a guy winking is just creepy and or cheesy. It’s creepily cheesy.
All of a sudden the dealer sells out “no more bets.” I had just missed my bet because of that woman, luckily though because it turns out the ball landed on red.
I looked over and studied her. She changed 100 dollars and bet it all on 13 black. Auspicious number I thought, and if you’re going to bet all of your money on one number I was going to bet all of my money on that number too. So I followed suit and dropped my last 10 bucks on 13 black.
Bam, 13 black hits, and with 35-1 odds I’m up 350 bucks just like that. I’m thinking “Damn she really is my lady luck.” I start talking to her asking her the normal questions of “What’s your name?” and “where you are you from?” I get to know one another and we have that lockjaw smile where it’s like you’re smiling for the first time. It felt like anything was possible.
I look at her and she was wearing this long red dress. I turn and say to her “I’m going to let my winnings ride on red just because you’re wearing red,” and place my freshly won 350 dollars on red.
She smiles at me and her friend turns to her and whispers something in her ear and she cashes out with the dealer in hurry. I’m confused at this point because I thought we had a connection and was having a good time. My lady of luck was leaving me and I was desperately trying to think of something to say to keep her. I finally blurted out “You’re leaving already? You’re my lucky charm, you can’t leave now. You and me, we were meant to be.” She turns around smiles and says to me “I’m meeting my fiancé, we’re getting married tomorrow,” and gives me a wink.
The familiar voice of the dealer yells out, “No more bets.”
The moral of that story? Never bet on 13 black.
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