21.2.05

Crying over spilt milk

I never thought I'd start to cry in line at the grocery store, but I guess anything's possible. Today must have been food stamp day because the Giant in Columbia Heights was packed with customers holding tickets which I can only conclude were food stamps.

When I got in line, I witness the sadest thing: many of the cashiers were explaining to various customers that they got the wrong item. I don't know much about food stamps, and I am very thankful I do not, but it seems that some food stamps are for specific items.

I was moved to tears when I realized that these, mostly Hispanic, shoppers can't read their food stamps. It made me so sad. I still feel the tears thinking about it.

Hunter S, Malcolm X, Dead Presidents

Today was an interesting day on the radio on my drive in today. Author Hunter S. Thompson shot himself, Malcolm X was assassinated forty years ago today, and George W. Bush and Ronald Wilson Reagan are among our nations most beloved presidents.

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Hunter S. Thompson, author, journalist, and all around nut committed suicide yesterday. Sad as it may be it almost seems fitting that he should go in such a way. Known for living life at full tilt, Thompson's led a life of depravity and disregard. Perhaps his most famous work, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas recounts his drug induced coverage of an anti-drug conference.

Later Thompson covered the Nixon campaign in Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72 which, eerily enough, I just finished reading.

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Today also marks the fortieth anniversary of Malcolm X's assassination. Born Malcolm Little, Malcolm X led a civil rights movement in parallel to the more famous Martin Luther King, Jr.

X's movement might have been considered socially less acceptable than that of King's, with a message to blacks to cast of white oppression "by any means necessary", but his efforts made strides for the black (and non-black) Muslim American community.

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More evidence that America is finding it's way to the shitter came in several President's Day polls. George Washington fell to sixth as one of this nation's greatest presidents. Most alarming was that George W. Bush and Ronald Reagan made several of these lists.

Personally Ronald Reagan was this countries 45th best president (and yes I know we've only had 43. I'm already giving at least the next two guys (or gals) a positive nod.)

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"Bush explains that he told one prominent evangelical that he would not 'kick gays, because I'm a sinner. How can I differentiate sin?'" (Associated Press)

You know what, I'll give him one thing: he's consistent. Disagree with him all you want, I definitely think that Bush really does believe in his convictions. I don't know what's scarier, his evil agenda, or that he wholeheartedly believes in it. Wait, I just answered my own question...

The above quote is from a taped conversation with a "friend" during Bush's first election campaign.

19.2.05

America... Fuck Yeah!

Not that I want to make a habit of posting about movies, this one deserves a post. Last night, behind the times as usual, I saw Matt Stone and Trey Parker's Team America. I was laughing from the third second of the movie to the very end!

Stone and Parker, famous for their TV show South Park, are known for their no-holds-bar style of offensive, but not really attacking, portrayal of all. In Team America, they don't hold back. No one is safe, from Matt Damon to Kim Jong Il, and from American arrogance to Michael Moore, everyone was a target for the pair's sharp and abrasive humor.

The thing I noticed most, however, was the audiences reaction to certain events in the movie. For instance, when Michael Moore blew up, the audience applauded. This quickly reminded me of my surroundings in not so Blue Virginia. I did find this scene humorous, I didn't find the need to stand up and applaud that scene. But, that's a whole other blog topic in itself.

I saw the movie at the Arlington Cinema 'N' Drafthouse. This movie was the perfect movie for such a venue of cheap beer and popcorn.

14.2.05

Just came back from Toronto, eh?

I just spent the weekend in Toronto. Why would anyone go to Toronto in the middle of winter, you might ask? Well, if one is going to a city to experience it as if one lived there, might as well go in its worst season!

Actually, that had little to do with the timing, but the overall reason stands: to see a city I'd consider moving to.

Why would I consider Toronto?

1) It's a big city without being a big city. I kind of like the concept of big buildings, great public transportation, and extremely diversity without segregation--most American cities, even the diverse ones, tend to be highly compartmentalized--while still having a small footprint overall. DC has a large footprint, but no big city feel. Although, that has many advantages, I may want something different.

2) It is the largest Indian city outside of India. This is becoming more and more important to me. I don't exactly have a solid reason why, but for some reason it is.

3) It actually isn't that far away. My family lives in New Jersey and it's only a 8-hr drive or cheap, quick flight.

So was my trip successful in determining whether I'd like to live there? Actually, the more I think about it: no. It was quite unsuccessful, in determining either way.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed my stay. But in hindsight, I did it all wrong.

  1. I forgot my crib sheets of all the things I wanted to do.
  2. I let another person book the flight. We lost an entire day because of it. Originally, I was okay with this. But when we lost another day to a hangover and oversleeping, I was little perturbed.
The first day we arrived was great. We arrived early on Friday evening, and was able to go up to CN Tower. Standing on the glass at 342 meters above the city, I was apprehensive. But the view I saw made me quickly overcome my fears. The world's tallest free-standing structure gave you a tremendous view of the city.

We then went to Wayne Gretzky's, the restaurant owned by the hockey player by the same name. Nick-named "The Great One", Gretzky is idolized in Toronto, and perhaps most of Canada.

Next we went to a lounge on Adelaide called Up & Down Bar Lounge. Dimly lit, with red velvet wallcoverings, Up & Down is run by a pleasant young couple who make it a point to have a good time along with their patronage.

Just so you know, Adelaide and Richmond are two streets that house some of Toronto's happening nightlife. Queen Street, just to the west, is Toronto's most popular section.

We had such a good time at Up & Down, that we didn't leave until last call. We arrived back at the hotel at 04:30!

The next day was wasted because we spent most of it at the hotel, eh sleeping. At around 14:30, we finally left the hotel.

We went over to the Hockey Hall of Fame. We actually spent several hours in the HoF, and probably could have spent an equal amount of time more.

Expecting to hear from said friends, we sort of were bound down. We didn't know whether they try us back at the hotel so we went back there to freshen up. Finally, we heard from them, only to find out that they were in a ditch! On the way over they skid into a ditch and were waiting for a tow-truck to get them out.

They finally arrived at 23:00. There was a pre-approved plan to go to Niagara to hit the casinos there.

They asked if we'd still want to go to Niagara. It was only an hour away. We decided what the heck. So we hoped in their car and headed to Niagara. On the way there however, I learned an important thing that total aggravated me: It's not only an hour away.

I decided I wasn't going to be upset about it. I'll just go and do some gambling and let it go. However, the gambling was no fun. I was tired and couldn't think. I was a little irritated by my friend's improper play at blackjack. But mostly, I think related to the previous two points, I was losing.

So overall, my trip was quite unsuccessful. It was a good time, but I cannot say either way whether I'd like to live in Toronto. Next time I head to a city, go alone...

10.2.05

If You're To Make A Habit of Losing Your Voice, You Need To Work On Your Penmanship

Last night Brian and I went to one of usual haunts, Millie & Al's. We're friends with one of the bouncer/managers and Wednesday's are a good day to go because it's quiet and one can talk and enjoy $1 beers.

Well one could talk, if one had a voice.

Last weekend we had established the plan to head to the watering hole and, being the trooper that he is, rather than crawl into bed like I would of, Brian held the appointment despite having no voice. Brian had been suffering from a cold/sore throught since Saturday and it had culminated in laryngitis.

As we walked to the bar, the levity of the evening to come became quite apparent as Brian's attempts at charades (or my interpretation of said attempts) was failing to prove fruitful.

We sat at the table closest to the door so we could chat with our friend Todd as he worked the door, checking IDs. Soon we realized that Todd is also bad at charades. Todd went to the bar and produced two sheets of paper and a pen.

The following is the transcript of Brian's side of the conversation. I decided that it would make perfect blog material because... -- well alcohol was involved.

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I got pulled last night doing 82 in a 65. But that's not the worst part. While I was looking for my driver's reg., I forgot to put on the parking break and rolled into the squad car behind me... 2nd ticket!

speeding = $75, rolling... they don't know yet!

My insurance is going to skyrocket! :(

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Wanna try a High Life next?
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Cingular screwed this song! -> That's what I think about.
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Even cheeze tastes like salt...?
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Maybe I have a big career ahead of me as a mime..?
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He also treats all his bounties w/ more respect than you'd expect.
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I can [talk] but it hurts.
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Hey is there a bookstore on 18th + L NE?
They had tripods + everything!


I'm going to break in and recount the tale that this refers to. Todd was kind enough to verbally communicate it:

Todd needed to find a book. It was a book that had a story about his grandfather. He wanted to get the book for his grandmother. He called around and found a store that had it.

It was a pleasant day, so Todd called Brian (he had a voice then) to see if he wanted to go with him to the store. You see the bookstore was on 18th + L in NE. (Click here for an explanation of DC city layout) and it was either a long walk, several transfers on mass transits, or a quick ride in your friend-who-has-a-car's car.

They arrive at the said intersection, only to realize that it's one of the shadiest neighborhoods around. They searched and searched but could not find the bookstore. As they rounded the corner in this run down neighborhood the strangest sight was before them. A group of 50-60 men gathered in the street -- in full gang colors. Equipped with bandana, buttondown flannel (with only the top button buttoned), and each of their favorite firearms tucked neatly into their pants ironicly pointing at their respective crouches, these fine gentlemen were... wait for it... this is too funny... posing for a group picture! Complete with gang signs and a large banner with the gang's name on it, the dysfunctional social club stood in front of a camera mounted snuggly on a tripod only to be distracted by two gentlemen sitting in an idling car staring mouth gaping.

Needless to say, Brian and Todd did not spend long idling. High-tailing it out of the neighborhood, they had abandoned the search for the bookstore, partly because they concluded it wasn't there, mostly because of fear of violating turf rules, or wearing the wrong color.

BTW, the bookstore was at 18th and L Streets NW, just 10 blocks or so south.

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Have you seen Kevin lately... where has he been?
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Kathy who? That's Misery!
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Alien vs Pred is out on DVD
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Maybe they'll [pants] fall down. She looks like Nat.
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Practice as a Catholic... but I'm just nondemon
[ehhh..?]
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Everything I eat/drink tastes like salt... I know why.
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Does all staff have one?
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Can you tell how many songs
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Flogging Molly is Irish punk...
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I usually pull for the public school... so UNC. Plus UNC has a much better girl-boy ratio!
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They got portable XM radios now.
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Do you know if DC + MD points (traffic tix) transfer? The DC website says "other states" but doesn't list any.
DC - 10 points. I have +3 so now I'll have -3. I'm going to appear in court and ask for driving school + probation instead of tix... what do you think?
In MD its more for reckless.
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I occasionally smoke cigars now
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I (heart) the Outer Banks + Wrightsville
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You need to restart rshapiro again (the MP3 server)!
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Tell Anand your Clinton story. I told my dad that story and he lost it.


So our friend Kevin comes in the bar and tells Todd that Bill Clinton is eating at Cities. Todd, not believing Kevin, wanted to see it for himself. He called over a coworker to watch the door and went to Cities.

Sure enough there was Bill Clinton. Todd went up to him and shook his hand and asked him if he could ask a question.

Todd asked, "So... was the blowjob worth it?"

Needless to say Secret Service had swooped him away in a matter of seconds.

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We're NHL people -> They have more meetings next week but I doubt it will happen. Players want no cap system. Replacements next year.
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This is my entire conversation tonight. No it's a pain in ass. Sore troat + fever (gone now) + cough + playing hockey when sick. Didn't sing @ church.




6.2.05

Black Cat Black Listed

The other night a co-worker of mine was going to the Black Cat. During the day he invited many of us to go and I accepted. I actually had not been to the Black Cat in the five and half years I've been in the DC area.

The afternoon continued and it approached quittin' time and we started talking about logistics, etc. At some point, the co-worker threw in an anecdote that started a spiral of conversation.

He mentioned that he believed that the Black Cat was part owned by one of the Foo Fighters. I had once heard this before as well. However, another co-worker overheard this bit and let out a sigh and said, "That's too bad."

I turned around and asked why. It turns out that the Foo Fighters are big advocates for an organization called Alive & Well. Alive & Well is an organization that denies the link between HIV and AIDS. They even go so far as to say that AIDS is not a new disease (i.e. has been around since before the eighties.)

As you may know, I'm a very involved philanthopist for AIDS/HIV services. I am COB and President of Hero of the Day, a community-based non-profit organization serving the Washington D.C. metropolitan region to raise funds for HIV/AIDS services.

Needless to say, I decided not to go into the Black Cat. Hopefully, I can count on you to never go to the Black Cat as well.

1.2.05

Somebody's Watching Me

Somebody's Watching Me - Rockwell

I'm just an average guy with an average life
I work from nine to five, hey hell I pay the price
But I want is to be left alone in my average home
But why do I always feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone

I always feel that somebody's watchin' me
And I have no privacy
I always feel that somebody's watchin' me
Is it just a dream?




Why is no surprise that people just don't understand? The link above is a BBC article about a Scotsman who got fired for blogging about his employer. I originally heard the story on NPR.

The other day, I got a spam message that said, "Is your website registered on Google?"

The trouble with this inquiry is that no website is "registered" on Google. That's just not how it works. Google bases its searches on "bots" -- a program that runs silently on a server -- running on servers situated around the world. These bots poll websites for updated data. The more often a site updates the more these bots will visit the site for updates. For more on this see Wikipedia.

This is why anyone searching for Anand Trivedi will see that this site is listed first. This is also why its no surprise that the gentleman's employer was able to find his blog and read about his "Evil Boss."

Maybe the lack of understanding of how the Internet (or internets) works is driving this lack of restraint.

However, this does bring up another issue: Should this guy have been fired? One could claim that one should not be disciplined by one's employer for what one does on one's own time. This is one of the arguments posed by an analyst on NPR.

Although I agree one's personal affairs should not be infringed by one's employer, I believe when it comes to representing the company, one must not slander the image of their employer.

I'm a consultant for my company and I interact with our customers on a daily business. I feel that I am a representative from my company and represent the views and believes of that company. Despite any personal feelings, dislikes, or grudges I may or may not have, I must portray the company in the highest regards in front of the customer. Whether this is on site, on the phone, or at a bar sharing drinks, I represent my company.

If I were to use this blog to slander my company, it would be my companies responsibility to make sure that I no longer represented the company. So MAC and AJC, if you read this, our company is great!