Pandora is Broken, Inspiration from Twitter, Walking On, Facebook Question

I usually like to tackle my thoughts in order, but order is never how I can characterize my thoughts. Wow...that came out deeper than I meant it to, in any case Pandora failed me. All I wanted was some mellow music to read my Good Food assignment to. First it wouldn't open in Chrome making me switch to Internet Explorer (yuck) then it wouldn't play anything that made me want to read. I picked some mellow songs as basis too, Chicago by Sufjan Stevens, Reckoner by Radiohead, Too Much Rain by Sir Paul McCartney and One by U2...each time Pandora coughed up blanks. I was highly discouraged so I just exited out.

And then I was inspired by my fellow Prep and Lawrenceville alum, Carolina. I can't remember how we ended up meeting, I want to say it was during a Lawrenceville Alumni weekend event or something but we've been in contact ever since... especially through twitter. But what inspired me to blog this afternoon was her recent post at http://carotorres.blogspot.com/. Poor thing got caught in the rain and then had the perfect song come on to chronicle her struggles...amongst other things, I invite you to read it.

I've been meaning to write about the next subject for about a week. I was sitting in the Jazzman's Cafe here on campus last Wednesday, skipping my 11 class to write a paper for my 230, when people started milling around outside moving from place to place. I began to realize that you can really read a person's mood by how they walk. I think we all have some instinctive habit of noticing how people walk, the way they move their feet, the shift in their shoulders, the way their arms swing...or don't, and other little things that we all notice but don't realize we do. It is amazing to me how people who don't know me can easily say "oh you're a new yorker" after they see me walk. Its things like that that make me wonder how our brains work.

I was thinking about this the other day but what is the proper etiquette for wall posts on facebook when it comes to responding, should one comment or directly write back on the person's wall? This is the answer I came up with. Commenting on a wall post is what a person does when you want to chime in on someone else's wall post, so if Jim writes on John's wall, their friend Jack could comment on that. Am I alone in this thinking?

I conclude this post having written this in the 1st Floor Common Room dealing with various people passing through, like ships in the night.

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Back to Basics...Reality Essentially

And so that dreaded time has come around again, break is winding down. Since my first class of the day tomorrow (Monday March 22nd 2010) is Arabic at 1330 (I'm getting myself used to military time, that's 130pm) I've decided to extend my homestay until tomorrow morning. Well in reality I'm staying home to get some work done, and I know I'll get distracted tonight in the dorms with everyone coming back. No offense 1st Ware, but I need to focus.

In any event, this delay in my departure is allowing me a few other benefits as well. I am currently on the subway into Soho to pick up another pair of the Uniqlo jeans that I've been raving about on twitter. I normally don't get excited over clothes but I was pleasantly shocked at how well they fit and how polished they feel...and for only $15...there's got to be a catch right? Guess I'll find out.

Of course as I type this, I am remembering the things that I need to do tonight...the work that I don't want to get distracted from. I have to email my proffesor my application information for the summer trip to Cairo...I do not trust the non-https website that I am supposed to submit my passport number to, yes I can be paranoid at times. I want to start, possibly finish, my story or paper or whatever the hell its going to be assignment for Good Food. I have to email for a time slot for Habitat for Humanity to take a club picture this week. I need to submit the upcoming Black Student Union event into the school calendar. And I think that's it.

Now here is the problem with remembering this now...I probably won't remember later, even though I have chronicled my agenda for the world to see, that's kind of a scary thought come to think of it, I doubt I'll remember to do all the things that I just typed out here in this email on my blackberry on the F train that is pulling into East Broadway station.

With that I think I shall end this post, I'll email it as soon as I get upstairs at Broadway-Lafayette.

Sent from my Sprint BlackBerry

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Penn Station is Confusing? Yes It Is...So Ask For Help

A friend posted this link: http://www.slate.com/id/2246104/, to a hilarious article detailing one woman's "adventure" through the labyrinth we New Yorkers know as Penn Station, or more formally Pennsylvania Railroad Station. Poor woman got lost following the signs to Amtrak. Mistake number one, if you're not from New York or you are from New York and are in unfamiliar territory, ask a native. Sure you may get shoved off the first or second time, but eventually someone is gonna yell at you "THAT WAY" or point a knowing finger in your desired direction.

If you don't wish to ask a native, then follow one. If you are in Penn Station and see someone in a suit with a briefcase, he is probably trying to catch Acela...I would follow him. If you see someone with luggage, they are probably trying to catch The Crescent, The Lake Shore Limited, The Vermonter, The Pennsylvanian or a whole slew of other Amtrak trains that leave out of New York. Even if that business man or that luggage carrier is going to New Jersey Transit, at least you're on the right level to be able to correct your mistake...you did know Penn Station has two levels right? If either one of those people happen to lead you to the Long Island Railroad, do me a favor a smack them because they went the wrong way too.

If you don't wish to ask a native or follow a native, then you are one of the hapless idiots that gum up the works trying to read the signs, like that poor woman from the Slate story. We New Yorkers HATE gawkers, and when you start spinning on your heels with your eyes in the sky trying to decipher whether you needed to take the first flight of stairs (if you are coming from the A C E) or the recessed escalator (if you're coming from the 1 2 3), you become a gawker and you are liable to get yourself shoved and pushed. So please, do yourself a favor, ask or follow, because I'm not going to be sorry if I run you over because you're lost in translation.

I am writing this from the futon in my living room, home on Spring Break.

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Who Wants to be a Young Millionaire? I DO!!!

I wish I had money. Doesn't everyone wish they had money? 

So let me be a little more specific. I want to have my own money, make a successful business then sell it, make another business and then sell that one...basically I want to do what this guy, Gurbaskh Chahal, did. This dude even got on Oprah...

Shoot, I want to be on Oprah too. You aren't anybody until you sit, let me repeat SIT to you Tom Cruise wannabes, on Oprah's couch.

But I digress. The real reason I want to have money is to help my Mom. If you want to call me a Mama's Boy for saying that, then I would respectfully ask you to evaluate yourself and find out why you don't have the same thought. My mother has been through things that have really made me hurt, mostly because I couldn't help. Having enough money to help her not worry about living paycheck to paycheck, or whether or not she can pay my tuition would be my way of lessening a load that she has to bare.

Of course I would I spend some of the money on me...maybe pick up that Bentley Ghost when its released. Who knows...the possibilities would be endless.

I write this from room 313 in The Andrew Hotel in or near Kings Points, Long Island, New York on a trip with F&M's Men's Basketball team...who their opening round game in the NCAA D3 tourney earlier today.

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