Olympic Fever

I've got it.

The Olympics make the general public suddenly develop a weird sense of entitlement and national pride. Seriously. When would you ever walk into a bar and hear people chanting, "U-S-A" if not during an Olympic year?!?! This year, I'm all about Korea. I mean, come on, Kim Yu-Na??!?! Seriously...how amazing was she!! I stopped being Korean Korean at the age of 5 but watching her skate and break records makes me second guess ever giving up that citizenship. And our speed-skaters?? Minus of few whiny-babies, we are a good bunch. Notice my usage of the term "we" as if we are all in this together, me and the South Koreans. Anyway, this post is pretty pointless other than to tell you what I've been doing the last couple of weeks. Obsessing over a country I left almost 25 and half years ago.

Long lost sisters?? Perhaps. I've been known to strike a graceful pose here and there.

The Dream

I'm walking along the Brooklyn Bridge when suddenly a piece of paper flies into my face telling me to go to this meat market. For some reason, I go. There is a man following me wearing green sunglasses, a large black overcoat and spats. Apparently, he's been following me since I woke up this morning. I walk around the meat market when I see a giant cow painted orange. The man with the green sunglasses then takes this opportunity to grab me and shove a paper bag over my head. I black out. I wake up in a dark and dingy basement with my feet in a bucket of cold water and electrodes are hooked up to my ears. Men in ski masks ask me where I hid the money and where I'm hiding him. I don't know what they are talking about. They ask me why I'm the illegitimate child of Basil Templeton. I do not know Basil. They do not believe me. They then ask me again about the money. How much money? 7.5 million dollars. I am not rich because I apparently live in the meat market and grow orange cows. They ask again about the money and turn on the electrodes. The electricity tears through me and I black out again. I wake up in the Waldorf Hotel and Basil is there thanking me for not turning him in. He says the 7.5 million is in an offshore account in the Caymans that I will receive when I turn 30. But until then, I'm to move out of the meat market and give up the orange cows and buy 3 one-way airline tickets to Brazil, New Zealand, and New Orleans. At the last minute, I'm to decide which one to take. I take a cab to the airport but as we are driving there, a sniper starts to take out people on the street and Basil texts me that I'm in danger. I'm to hop out of the cab and head underground. Somewhere along the way, I acquired a gun and am to use it if I see the man with the green sunglasses. After descending underground, I find myself in the middle of a stampede of orange cows. Thankfully I hold on to a pole from the ceiling and from my high vantage point I see the man with the green sunglasses get trampled by the herd.

Weird. I think I've been reading way to much John Grisham lately. Also, the last movie I saw was District 9 so that explains a few things. Perhaps I should incorporate some more romantic comedies and light-hearted books into my life for the next couple of days.

Video Killed the Radiostar

I know I've bored you all to death with my talk of computers and since I have a new one now, I'm sure you all figured that this pointless, annoying diatribe about technology would cease. Sadly, you are wrong. I'm, at the moment, so fully invested in this thing, its almost sickening. Don't worry, I still interact with the world. I do work with children, you know. I've been dying to start making little videos and learn the finer points of editing software so this is perfect place to begin. I even cut a little video of friends dancing. You can see it here. I've made some other ones too but they are not for the public....ask me sometime to show you what happens when a roommate steals the camera.

However, my subjects are limited and I'm pretty sure that if I stick the camera in my roommates' faces one more time, I will soon be homeless. So, if any of you want to send me a clip of yourself or your children, I'll happily accept. Don't expect any residuals though....

On another note, tomorrow I'm to attend a Potty Dance Party sponsored by Pull-Ups with a 2 yr. old. Good times.

#7 in 2010

I'm writing this blog post from my new computer. !!!!!! Finally. Very exciting. I'm definitely a mite poorer now but I figure its a good investment. Also, I deleted my last post on Haiti because after re-reading it several times, I feel it came across as insensitive and inconsiderate.

So, #7 Thing to do in 2010: Listen to new music.

I don't mean the iTunes top sellers of the week. I mean a whole new genre of music that you would never listen to. And whole new brand/style/sound. Something totally out of the ordinary. Call up a friend you know who has drastically different tastes than you and ask him/her to recommend something. Then give it a chance. Unless your friend likes John Mayer then you and I will have to re-evaluate our friendship based on your friendship because that man, I just cannot stand.

While I was in DC, I took up a friend's invite to see a band play at a local bar. I was not in the mood for any going out activity let alone a bar I'd never been to to see a band I've never even heard of. I arrived at the bar with the friends sister and it was empty. Not a good sign. However, shortly after our arrival, a man entered wearing a top hat and a washboard around his neck. He wandered around the bar for a little bit and then began to play his washboard with a variety of things like spoons and whatever he could get his hands on. Then the lights went up on stage and what appeared to be a traveling band of gypsies was front and center all wearing costumes. The rest of the show was amazing. Their performance was probably the most enjoyable live band I've ever seen. The music was not my usual taste, but pleasantly soothing. It was a mix of carney/gypsy music with a slight tinge of bluegrass. I immediately went home and bought their songs. In fact, the boys even got hooked on it. And, their music probably helped me survive the 11 hr. trip home. The name of this band: Caravan of Thieves.

Look them up. And enjoy. Live long and prosper people.