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Wednesday, February 8, 2006
( loud banging and whining sounds from other end of the telephone)
Joseph's Mom : Joseph wants to talk with you.
Me: Ok
Joseph: Hi
Me: Hi Joseph how are you?
Joseph:( stunned silence)
Me: Are you getting ready for bed?
Joseph: (more silence, soft untinelligble noises)
Me: So I'll see you tomorrow in school.
Joseph: Goodnight.
Me: Night
The end
This is actually very sweet considering that the child in question does not talk much at all... but it was pretty funny.
Current mood:  sleepy Current music: my dishwasher
Monday, October 10, 2005
The Bicycling Incident also immediately called to mind a recent Subway Incident...
On a recent Saturday evening, Annie and I were on the greenline going inbound from Brighton, which is a 40 minute journey. We had snagged seats next to each other, but most people weren't so lucky. So we were in a crowded subway car, packed with at least partially drunk people, since it was, after all, Saturday night (I was fairly sober, having had one drink with dinner; Annie, in a funny related story, was already pretty bombed, because she had agreed to drink the cocktail I had ordered and immediately deemed disgusting... the funny thing was that I ordered it for its post-colonial irony, since we were in an Indian restaurant, and it was called "The Crown Jewel," and it featured gin and chartreuse.)
...Anyway, getting back to the original story, the group of people standing nearest to us was a pack of kind of blitzed businessmen in their 30s and 40s. One of whom was totally oblivious to the fact that he had his ass jammed next to my face. Not just jammed next to it, but, to make matters worse, he apparently shook his hips/ass for emphasis as he told his stories to his cronies. I, of course, am totally freaking out, and am quietly saying so to Annie... and clearly this is a disaster waiting to happen, because chances were that I would be unable to politely, calmly, point out to him that he was a little close, and would instead hold in my consternation until I (completely innappropriately) went postal on the man.
Finally, the man notices what he's doing and goes, "Oh, I'm sorry. I must have been rudely sticking my ass in your face this whole time." Then follows it up with, "But it's a pretty nice ass, don't you think."
TO this, I replied, "You took the words out of my mouth." (He and all his cronies look confused, shocked)
I follow it up with..."Until that last statement." (At which point all of his buddies started laughing at him)
FIN
Current music: ABBA, "Fernando"
Alex's foot-related catastrophe, and lack of assistance from passersby, reminded me of my bike accident from a couple days ago...
In said accident, I fell while on my bike and my bike fell on me, but at a very low speed... I think I actually tripped over my own pedals or wheels, if that is even possible... In any case, I found myself dazed, on the street, and analyzing my various scrapes according to the "no blood, no foul" rule, when I fellow cyclist pedaled by, and asked, "Are you alright?" Which seemed nice of her, right? So I proceeded to answer, saying, "No, I'm fine, it wasn't as bad of an accident as it looks, because you see I was actually biking fairly slowly, and... etc etc"
Anyway, somewhere a couple of paragraphs into this loud declamation, I realized that the fellow cyclist had not actually stopped to listen to me, but rather immediately biked on as soon as she heard my first words (i.e. "I'm fine")-- which meant I had been sitting on the side of the road, underneath my bicycle, louding talking to NO ONE IN PARTICULAR for several minutes, unaware of the fact that I was speaking to nobody... yup.
Check blog updates for similar scenes from my life...
ta,
Jackie
Current music: "Two-headed Boy," by Neutral Milk Hotel
Sunday, August 28, 2005
I managed to remember on my own that our username is "loutrakia" not "loukatria" as I had repeatedly typed in to no avail. So after clicking "upgrade your account" instead of "update your account" I have found my way back and can now perform the task you all have been doing with ease. I am so smart.
First, my congratulations to all for achieving what appears to be a good level of sanity in post-college life. Making plans, living with bugs (I really admire this one), signing lease agreements...looks like we are on our way to having normal life. Notice I said "looks like" because for Accidentals, the surface of normalcy is only a thin cover to the strangeness that lies beneath. I'm sure our Texan pre-frosh is still giggling about that night with the Harvard kids drinking wine and singing old songs.
By the way, someday when we are old and gray (or you know, later), I will have to show you all the video recordings I made of our last days and nights at Harvard. Singing at graduation, moving out, getting drunk at Charlies, it is hilarious. Or as Alexa would say, hil-LAR-ious!!
My life in NYC is good. I've discovered that I really like watching dance performances, so I've seen two in the last two weekends near the Lincoln Center. They were fantastic. But these public free performances by internationally renown dance companies often bring out the worst behaviors in people. The issue is always who's saving seats for whom, can you save seats, I'm sick of people like u saving seats, the rules are--I don't give a damn what the rules are. All I have to say is that I met some old people who were demanding, loud and rude ASSHOLES. I still get mad when I think about it, hmphr!!! You know the kind I'm talking about? I've never met them before I came to NYC. From now on, assholes will be treated not with respect but with the proper amount of disdain and anger that they deserve! Hey my grandparents are old but they're nice; who the hell do these New Yorkers think they are? Move over crazy lady or I'm going to have to slap you with my nice dance program!!
Yesterday, I skipped work (took a vacation day) to find my way into the depths of Queens and watch the qualifying rounds of the US Open. It was super fun. Having to call into a conference call at work in the afternoon was lame, but it was made up for by the fact that I was sprawled over three chairs in Louis Armstrong Stadium, bathed in the afternoon sun and lulled by the thwacking of tennis balls between the #2 and #4 player in the world practicing on the court beneath.
Going to Pittsburgh next week for 3 days...ugh. Flying and driving are complete chores.
Alright, now it's bedtime. After I wash the dishes. Take care y'all!!
-Quang
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Hey my fellow Accidentals,
So, I arrived in San Juan yesterday afternoon. Since no one was going to be able to pick me up, number one on my Plan Of Things To Do was figure out how to communicate to a taxi driver that I needed to go to Punta Santiago, a small fishing village on the east cost of the island about 1.5 hours away from San Juan. Since the taxi service had no idea where Punta was, I said it was just south of Humacao. This prompted the driver to repeatedly inquire as to whether I wanted to be dropped off at the Hotelli Humacao--to which I responded, No, I don't even want to go to Humacao, I want to go to Punta Santiago. After a heated phone conversation in spanish with a mysterious unidentified individual, the taxi driver came to understand that Punta was actually a different town.
And so the trip began.
Fortunately, the Road to Punta is almost identical to the Road to Humacao. Unfortunately, once we hit Humacao I needed to tell the driver where to go. So, from the deep recesses of my brain I managed to pull out the correct exits and directed him to a narrow, curving road that runs approximately next to the coast. The further we drove along this road, the more worriedly the driver kept looking back at me, to the point where I had to reassure him that we were indeed going the right way. I dircted him onto Punta's "main street," by which I mean an empty parking lot in front of the dock, and said, Here is fine. To which he responded "You are living HERE?!" And I nodded.
After paying him I marched myself down the street to where Sarah & Co. have been living for the past few weeks. But the taxi driver appeared to be overwhlemed by disbelief that a gringa was going to be staying in the scenic (and by scenic, I me picturesquely delapidated) locale of Punta Santiago--so he followed me down the street and didn't leave until Sarah answered the door and I waved goodbye to him.
Anyway, right now Sarah is on the monkey island and I am enjoying my dos cafe from the panaderia--as they only cost 50 cents each and are well-laden with sugar, this is the coffee I dream about at night.
Hope everyone is well,
Alex
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