Today I just wanted to give a shoutout to the guy who so expertly maneuvered himself down De Neve Drive and then onto Charles E. Young Drive while sitting, not standing, sitting-- on his skateboard. While going really fast.
You probably maneuvered that thing better than I can even maneuver a car. Actually no. Better than someone who actually knows how to drive can maneuver a car... ha ha ha...
Anyway. You have inspired me for the rest of the day. Thank you very much!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
past-time
August 19th (Happy Birthday Lenny!) 10:35 AM Dhaka Standard Time; Dhaka; listening to: last vestiges of the morning monsoon, hitting the ground as it drips from the rooftop--& Jack Johnson in my head; feeling: like I had too much breakfast. naturally. we're in Bangladesh...
I wear a rubber band around my wrist to snap every time I think of you. --snap
It isn't what it isn't. But we owe to what it is to see it for just that-- all the good that it is.
and how beautiful.
--snap.
Dhaka is a crazy place. It is buildings, cars, people, cars, people, rickshaws baby taxis, people, cars. --And lots of vendor stands, and standing men sardined into bus after bus (people, cars, people...cars), and lights,... and there's also KFC's. Streets are strewn with cars jammed into mosaical patterns, where somehow in a two-lane street there are three cars, and sometimes four. Oh. And the kids here ask me if I'm on Facebook. I think this is also why the power goes out so much more often here than in Khulna as well.
So as I am here, I feel strangely compelled to get a few things off of my chest that have very little (to nothing) to do with me being in Bangladesh.
This is not true. The last few things are relevant.
First of all,
Colbie Caillat has no business touring with Jason Mraz. She should tour with Jack Johnson and the two should get married. They sing basically the same songs, except Jack Johnson has a better voice, better career, and better credit from me, because he's performed with Ben Harper.
Next,
The best way to give yourself away as a complete RATATAT NOOB is by claiming ownership of their 3rd album --LP3. Oh actually. An even better way would be by saying you LIKE IT.
And lastly,
have any of you ever noticed how America doesn't tend to place themselves in competition with the rest of the world? I suppose as Baseball is to America, this would have to be Cricket to Bangladesh... and to India, and Pakistan, and Britain, and Australia, and Zimbabwe, and Ireland, and Kenya, and (I think you see what I mean.) The fact that the favorite national pasttime is shared by multiple countries goes beyond just the simple fact that all these countries love watching Cricket. They love watching Cricket-- against each other. Cricket games are played internationally, with each team being representative of their nation. I guess from an American perspective, it would be like describing it kind of Olympics-styled, with only one event: Cricket.
Geographically speaking, I guess it makes sense that America only competes within itself. It's practically it's own continent. Bangladesh is pretty much the size of Miluakee. I guess it has to compete with other state-sized countries around it...
but that is not the point I'm making here.
I am really intrigued by this international friendly competition, because I'm noticing how much more aware and even respectful it makes people in these countries towards each other. Maybe I'm being idealistic here, but it's as if finally I hear people having positive ties to countries besides the ones they are politically allied with-- even if it is something so simple or silly as to being a fan of those countries' Cricket teams. Furthermore, it increases knowledge of the world at large. Plain and simple.
This is similar for soccer in other countries as well, which compete against each other. I guess we have a soccer team..?
(I see I've made some note here on the actual journal about "Miss Universe" pageants and "East vs. West"... except I can't remember exactly how I was intending to expand on those ideas, but if any of you get an idea by all means please share-)
I really think that the first time many people back home heard of Cambodia was when Angelina Jolie adopted Maddox.
The last time I went to Bangladesh, I think in 1999, I got restless in my seat and so, as any normal person would do in a similar situation, I ripped off the edge of my napkin, wrote "Hi!" on it, and threw it over my shoulder into the lap of the person sitting in the seat behind me.
To my pleasure, this sparked a complete conversation played out on a number of small napkin scraps, between me and a little girl flying to Cambodia with her family.
So anyway. Despite that whole thing. I love this country. Land of the free.
I wear a rubber band around my wrist to snap every time I think of you. --snap
It isn't what it isn't. But we owe to what it is to see it for just that-- all the good that it is.
and how beautiful.
--snap.
Dhaka is a crazy place. It is buildings, cars, people, cars, people, rickshaws baby taxis, people, cars. --And lots of vendor stands, and standing men sardined into bus after bus (people, cars, people...cars), and lights,... and there's also KFC's. Streets are strewn with cars jammed into mosaical patterns, where somehow in a two-lane street there are three cars, and sometimes four. Oh. And the kids here ask me if I'm on Facebook. I think this is also why the power goes out so much more often here than in Khulna as well.
So as I am here, I feel strangely compelled to get a few things off of my chest that have very little (to nothing) to do with me being in Bangladesh.
This is not true. The last few things are relevant.
First of all,
Colbie Caillat has no business touring with Jason Mraz. She should tour with Jack Johnson and the two should get married. They sing basically the same songs, except Jack Johnson has a better voice, better career, and better credit from me, because he's performed with Ben Harper.
Next,
The best way to give yourself away as a complete RATATAT NOOB is by claiming ownership of their 3rd album --LP3. Oh actually. An even better way would be by saying you LIKE IT.
And lastly,
have any of you ever noticed how America doesn't tend to place themselves in competition with the rest of the world? I suppose as Baseball is to America, this would have to be Cricket to Bangladesh... and to India, and Pakistan, and Britain, and Australia, and Zimbabwe, and Ireland, and Kenya, and (I think you see what I mean.) The fact that the favorite national pasttime is shared by multiple countries goes beyond just the simple fact that all these countries love watching Cricket. They love watching Cricket-- against each other. Cricket games are played internationally, with each team being representative of their nation. I guess from an American perspective, it would be like describing it kind of Olympics-styled, with only one event: Cricket.
Geographically speaking, I guess it makes sense that America only competes within itself. It's practically it's own continent. Bangladesh is pretty much the size of Miluakee. I guess it has to compete with other state-sized countries around it...
but that is not the point I'm making here.
I am really intrigued by this international friendly competition, because I'm noticing how much more aware and even respectful it makes people in these countries towards each other. Maybe I'm being idealistic here, but it's as if finally I hear people having positive ties to countries besides the ones they are politically allied with-- even if it is something so simple or silly as to being a fan of those countries' Cricket teams. Furthermore, it increases knowledge of the world at large. Plain and simple.
This is similar for soccer in other countries as well, which compete against each other. I guess we have a soccer team..?
(I see I've made some note here on the actual journal about "Miss Universe" pageants and "East vs. West"... except I can't remember exactly how I was intending to expand on those ideas, but if any of you get an idea by all means please share-)
I really think that the first time many people back home heard of Cambodia was when Angelina Jolie adopted Maddox.
The last time I went to Bangladesh, I think in 1999, I got restless in my seat and so, as any normal person would do in a similar situation, I ripped off the edge of my napkin, wrote "Hi!" on it, and threw it over my shoulder into the lap of the person sitting in the seat behind me.
To my pleasure, this sparked a complete conversation played out on a number of small napkin scraps, between me and a little girl flying to Cambodia with her family.
So anyway. Despite that whole thing. I love this country. Land of the free.
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