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Shalom all! I'll start right off with the racial commentary of the week.
NEW YORK - Yankees star Derek Jeter received a threatening letter that reportedly warned he'd be "shot or set on fire" if he didn't stop dating white women.
The Daily News reported that the hate mail to the Yankees' 31-year-old captain called him a "traitor to his race" for dating white women. It warned him "to stop or he'll be shot or set on fire," the paper said in Monday editions, quoting an unidentified law enforcement source.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050926/ap_on_sp_ba_ne/bba_hate_mail_jeter
I'm actually missing the point of the story, I think...was the Associated Press just using these death threats to get across the shocking discovery that Derek Jeter is black?
So! Last night Pat and I went to...that's right, a rock concert. Believe it or not, behind all this flamenco music on my computer, I actually enjoy a good rock, I do. The band was the Killers...I listened to their album, Hot Fuss, over the summer one day and literally the next night I was buying tickets, it was that friggin' good. The concert was great, too. It really wasn't much different than it would be if they just played their album on a stereo in a different order, so their live game isn't so hot, but the music is just so good that it made for a great show anyway. But, I ramble...
Anyway, I'm tired so I'll end this with a little story. Last night I ordered Chinese food before the concert (Szechuan chicken, yum). The delivery man came to the door and I went to my mom's wallet to get some money. There was only, if I recall correctly, one bill in there and that was, I believed (although I only gave it a cursory look) a 20, which worked pretty well because that was just about how much the food cost with a nice tip. So I hand it with a smile to the Chinaman and this huge grin comes upon his face and he giggles and starts to bound down the steps. Afraid I accidentally gave him a 50 or something, I rushed after him and tapped him on the back. "Sorry, could I please see what I gave you? I think it might have been a 10, want to make sure I didn't underpay you..." because I believe the Asian would have been quite offended had I said "Dude, I'm afraid I grossly overpaid you and I don't trust you to report that to me in such an event." He showed it to me "It's a twenty. Now go to Kirras concert!" (actually, I just added that last part in for parody). It was a twenty. "You're sure the mean was $16.50..." I asked, and I looked at the receipt. It was. And then the deliverychinaman bounded down the steps again, giggling with glee, and I still have absolutely no idea why.
NEW YORK - Yankees star Derek Jeter received a threatening letter that reportedly warned he'd be "shot or set on fire" if he didn't stop dating white women.
The Daily News reported that the hate mail to the Yankees' 31-year-old captain called him a "traitor to his race" for dating white women. It warned him "to stop or he'll be shot or set on fire," the paper said in Monday editions, quoting an unidentified law enforcement source.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050926/ap_on_sp_ba_ne/bba_hate_mail_jeter
I'm actually missing the point of the story, I think...was the Associated Press just using these death threats to get across the shocking discovery that Derek Jeter is black?
So! Last night Pat and I went to...that's right, a rock concert. Believe it or not, behind all this flamenco music on my computer, I actually enjoy a good rock, I do. The band was the Killers...I listened to their album, Hot Fuss, over the summer one day and literally the next night I was buying tickets, it was that friggin' good. The concert was great, too. It really wasn't much different than it would be if they just played their album on a stereo in a different order, so their live game isn't so hot, but the music is just so good that it made for a great show anyway. But, I ramble...
Anyway, I'm tired so I'll end this with a little story. Last night I ordered Chinese food before the concert (Szechuan chicken, yum). The delivery man came to the door and I went to my mom's wallet to get some money. There was only, if I recall correctly, one bill in there and that was, I believed (although I only gave it a cursory look) a 20, which worked pretty well because that was just about how much the food cost with a nice tip. So I hand it with a smile to the Chinaman and this huge grin comes upon his face and he giggles and starts to bound down the steps. Afraid I accidentally gave him a 50 or something, I rushed after him and tapped him on the back. "Sorry, could I please see what I gave you? I think it might have been a 10, want to make sure I didn't underpay you..." because I believe the Asian would have been quite offended had I said "Dude, I'm afraid I grossly overpaid you and I don't trust you to report that to me in such an event." He showed it to me "It's a twenty. Now go to Kirras concert!" (actually, I just added that last part in for parody). It was a twenty. "You're sure the mean was $16.50..." I asked, and I looked at the receipt. It was. And then the deliverychinaman bounded down the steps again, giggling with glee, and I still have absolutely no idea why.