I saw a beautiful thing today, & it was the sky.
Two things I've learned from the working world
The other night I was reminded that Asians' innerworkings are simply not wired for things like lots of alcohol in four hours or lots of dairy products via totally irresistible spinach dip. (Or maybe the alcohol actually aided in ridding my body of E. coli.) But on the plus side, I had a moment of "OMG, I know somebody in this Oakland art loft overlooking the harbor cargo yard & train tracks!" & ran into my coworker at the "party/beer tasting."
Program Prohibition
On the way to Khamai practice (to be elaborated upon), I stopped by the good ol' MCC - as an alum - to collect the uberwonderful Adobe Creative Suite from that crazy cultured Spaniard who also sings Vietnamese, Alberto Russell. The exchange got me to thinking. Minus the broad daylight & rather crowded place, is the Internet & software piracy like the prohibition of the millennium? I'm sure tech writers before me have visited this topic, but seriously, us millennials with all our crazy rippers & burners seem to be partaking in new-world moonshining.
Khamai
Finally, after just three & a half weeks being back in the bay, I finally got back to Khamai. The team's learned a lot of choreo since June, & considering how Gallery & Images basically took me out of hip-hop for the season, there's plenty that I have missed. I got into about 1.5 of the new pieces & I really like them! It's amazing to me how Lee Lee just cranks out choreo like that.
I've been listening to Nelly Furtado's "Say It Right" on repeat, & I'm actually thinking of choreographing something to it. I just don't know when it would ever be performed or if it could ever be Khamai material.
Regardless, it feels good to be back. :)
Sir Elton
On Saturday, after pizza at Amici's, Mom & I saw him. Sir Elton. In person. Hundreds of people away. But still, I saw him, the legend, live! Before Eminem discovered rap, there was this little white man from London turning blues and gospel into an English thing. True, his voice is gruff. He's getting older. Judging by how Peachtree Road sold & Lestat tanked, he may actually be moving into the B-list of celebrities in terms of talent & ability. Still, though, I could not help wanting to dance in my seat. (My seat just three rows from the top of the Shark Tank.)
He kicked it off with some lesser-known stuff that showed his band's musical ability. Then after an absolutely amazing solo piano jazz session, he ushered into his blues which just about made me cry. "I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues" & "Rocket Man" - *sigh* & he played some stuff to be released with The Captain & the Kid (which I am actually kinda looking forward to). & then he really spiced things up with "The Bitch is Back" & his quirky, crazy, forever young rock stuff. He busted into "Crocodile Rock" & I screamed. I don't care what anybody says. "Crocodile Rock" can make mud turn into milk.
Speaking of screaming, my mom sat next to a man who arrived about an hour late with his friend. I seriously think he was washed-up/cracked-out or mentally challenged. Normally I wouldn't even consider putting those kinds of conditions in comparison with each other, but something about this man was not okay. He lit a match before he even sat down. He clearly did not know the words to the Sir's songs. He kept yelling out "FUCK YEAH!" in a raspy voice at oddly inappropriate moments. I'm all about enjoying one's self at a show. I've screamed with the highest of them all at raves & moments of the greatest excitement, but seriously, I did not come to the concert to hear you scream over Elton Fucking John.
Anyway, at some point someone finally yelled at him to shut up, & I almost felt sorry for the way he didn't know how to react. He continued to stand when the crowd was sitting & sat when the crowd stood but was quiet. It was odd. I could do nothing but shrug when people looked his way in annoyance.
Sir Elton did a couple of encores, & when he sang "Your Song" I wanted so badly for Ewan McGregor to come down from the rafters & take my hand. But I will never have that. I'm Mayka Mei. I don't get romance. But I do get chances to see amazing untouchables like Elton John! :D
"What's wrong with Carrie?"
Things would almost be easier if I was more melodramatic. If I had some big glaring mistake in me that everyone could call me out on. I'm not feeling particularly sad, this is just what happens when the last episode of S&TC you've watched ends with "The next day, Aidan moved out." Goddamn!
37-9
You know what's really embarrassing? Having about week's worth of publicity on your new $100 million football field, & scoring barely one fourth of the points it took to beat your ass many, many times over. It's embarrassing to be Stanford. So sad. The Navy totally whooped their asses on their pretty, new piece of turf. What was once pristine may now forever be cursed with such a horrible beginning to a season. How sad! Spending big money can't buy you love or happiness. Instead, it's more likely you'll be the bearer of a strong moment of lowering your head.
Wild 94.9
So somewhere between my return home & now, Strawberry in the Morning came to an end as Wild 94.9's morning show. Months before Strawberry & Faye started, the Dog House was monopolizing early morning airwaves with prank calls, Nut It Up idiocracy, & rare news-y moments like September 11th. T-Man started his broadcast this morning, & just as his commercials have promised, he is one of the most annoying voices to ever have his own radio spot. If it weren't for the fact that I don't have a digital tuner, I would promptly wipe the KYLD frequency from my morning routine's possible playlist of background noise. I hope he gets dropped soon. Honestly, I'm curious to see how this asshole white man is going to win over the hearts of Bay Area hip-hop heads.
I am intrigued, though, that Wild 94.9 is attempting ongoing hip-pop beyond 10 p.m. It used to be that, as one of my high school classmates once said, "After 10 Wild 94.9 turns, like, classical." Well, now there's less of that Motown, R&B flavor on 94.9 after dark, but I kind of like it.
'Course, the changes can't hurt Clear Channel that much. They still got KMEL 106.1.
No Signature Sound
First taking off of MIA & Lady Sovereign. Now coming out with a single that sounds strangely similar to Peaches. It's amazing how Fergie changed The Black Eyed Peas' sound, but on her own she simply doesn't have her own.
"Walk Away" makes me believe that Deanda is the black Jojo.
Piano
There are two songs I want to learn on piano. Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata & the outro to Derek & the Dominos' "Layla" - Hah! :)
Aspirations - Who wouldn't want to be this girl?
(Not me.)
Pudge
I've restarted on Stackers "dietary supplements" but I believe I have somehow become even more sensitive to caffeine since I used them last school year. My body simply isn't where I want it to be right now. My muscles are tight & my skin is loose when the situation should be vice-versa.
Edit
I thought I should let everyone know about a gross mistake that I "published" ("bloglished?") about Pebble Beach. It was a king-sized bed. My bad. Bed. Great bed...
Save Screeech's House - Thank you, Amaya. Please let me know when you buy that shirt.
- Worth of the Happy Hour - Coming as no surprise to people who've got it together everywhere, some report came out recently concluding that people who drink socially earn more money. Well, duh. Social drinking is all a part of the game. It's where your tolerance is tested, but more importantly, it's where your social skills & schmoozability is tested. Networking. Charming. Putting out a good impression. No one wants to work with someone who has shitty communication skills on & off the bottle.
Supposedly men make 10% when they practice the social skill of drinking whereas women make 14% more. & that's where I plan to make up for that dollar-blocking glass ceiling. - Worth of HBO series on DVD - Other people who wake up before 7 a.m. ought to get me on this one. You get home after your eight hour work day, which is really like 12 hours of being awake & forcedly alert, & what do you want to do? I'll tell you what I want to do. Despite sleeping on the way to SF on lovable but stinky BART, despite dozing with my eyes open while standing from Montgomery to freakin' Union City & hoping to get a seat by Fremont, I want to pass out. I usually eat dinner, though, & then I park my computer chair-fitted ass on the big green leather couch in my house so that I can watch S&TC or more recently, Entourage. I don't even care to look through the day's TV listings to see what current programming might be available. I want to watch witty banter without the commercials at my own pace with all the power of a remote in my hand. I want to conk out mentally the way some people choose to engage their brains with sudoku. I go home & I realize how relaxing it can be, watching these so-called "series."
The other night I was reminded that Asians' innerworkings are simply not wired for things like lots of alcohol in four hours or lots of dairy products via totally irresistible spinach dip. (Or maybe the alcohol actually aided in ridding my body of E. coli.) But on the plus side, I had a moment of "OMG, I know somebody in this Oakland art loft overlooking the harbor cargo yard & train tracks!" & ran into my coworker at the "party/beer tasting."
Program Prohibition
On the way to Khamai practice (to be elaborated upon), I stopped by the good ol' MCC - as an alum - to collect the uberwonderful Adobe Creative Suite from that crazy cultured Spaniard who also sings Vietnamese, Alberto Russell. The exchange got me to thinking. Minus the broad daylight & rather crowded place, is the Internet & software piracy like the prohibition of the millennium? I'm sure tech writers before me have visited this topic, but seriously, us millennials with all our crazy rippers & burners seem to be partaking in new-world moonshining.
Khamai
Finally, after just three & a half weeks being back in the bay, I finally got back to Khamai. The team's learned a lot of choreo since June, & considering how Gallery & Images basically took me out of hip-hop for the season, there's plenty that I have missed. I got into about 1.5 of the new pieces & I really like them! It's amazing to me how Lee Lee just cranks out choreo like that.
I've been listening to Nelly Furtado's "Say It Right" on repeat, & I'm actually thinking of choreographing something to it. I just don't know when it would ever be performed or if it could ever be Khamai material.
Regardless, it feels good to be back. :)
Sir Elton
On Saturday, after pizza at Amici's, Mom & I saw him. Sir Elton. In person. Hundreds of people away. But still, I saw him, the legend, live! Before Eminem discovered rap, there was this little white man from London turning blues and gospel into an English thing. True, his voice is gruff. He's getting older. Judging by how Peachtree Road sold & Lestat tanked, he may actually be moving into the B-list of celebrities in terms of talent & ability. Still, though, I could not help wanting to dance in my seat. (My seat just three rows from the top of the Shark Tank.)
He kicked it off with some lesser-known stuff that showed his band's musical ability. Then after an absolutely amazing solo piano jazz session, he ushered into his blues which just about made me cry. "I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues" & "Rocket Man" - *sigh* & he played some stuff to be released with The Captain & the Kid (which I am actually kinda looking forward to). & then he really spiced things up with "The Bitch is Back" & his quirky, crazy, forever young rock stuff. He busted into "Crocodile Rock" & I screamed. I don't care what anybody says. "Crocodile Rock" can make mud turn into milk.
Speaking of screaming, my mom sat next to a man who arrived about an hour late with his friend. I seriously think he was washed-up/cracked-out or mentally challenged. Normally I wouldn't even consider putting those kinds of conditions in comparison with each other, but something about this man was not okay. He lit a match before he even sat down. He clearly did not know the words to the Sir's songs. He kept yelling out "FUCK YEAH!" in a raspy voice at oddly inappropriate moments. I'm all about enjoying one's self at a show. I've screamed with the highest of them all at raves & moments of the greatest excitement, but seriously, I did not come to the concert to hear you scream over Elton Fucking John.
Anyway, at some point someone finally yelled at him to shut up, & I almost felt sorry for the way he didn't know how to react. He continued to stand when the crowd was sitting & sat when the crowd stood but was quiet. It was odd. I could do nothing but shrug when people looked his way in annoyance.
Sir Elton did a couple of encores, & when he sang "Your Song" I wanted so badly for Ewan McGregor to come down from the rafters & take my hand. But I will never have that. I'm Mayka Mei. I don't get romance. But I do get chances to see amazing untouchables like Elton John! :D
"What's wrong with Carrie?"
Things would almost be easier if I was more melodramatic. If I had some big glaring mistake in me that everyone could call me out on. I'm not feeling particularly sad, this is just what happens when the last episode of S&TC you've watched ends with "The next day, Aidan moved out." Goddamn!
37-9
You know what's really embarrassing? Having about week's worth of publicity on your new $100 million football field, & scoring barely one fourth of the points it took to beat your ass many, many times over. It's embarrassing to be Stanford. So sad. The Navy totally whooped their asses on their pretty, new piece of turf. What was once pristine may now forever be cursed with such a horrible beginning to a season. How sad! Spending big money can't buy you love or happiness. Instead, it's more likely you'll be the bearer of a strong moment of lowering your head.
Wild 94.9
So somewhere between my return home & now, Strawberry in the Morning came to an end as Wild 94.9's morning show. Months before Strawberry & Faye started, the Dog House was monopolizing early morning airwaves with prank calls, Nut It Up idiocracy, & rare news-y moments like September 11th. T-Man started his broadcast this morning, & just as his commercials have promised, he is one of the most annoying voices to ever have his own radio spot. If it weren't for the fact that I don't have a digital tuner, I would promptly wipe the KYLD frequency from my morning routine's possible playlist of background noise. I hope he gets dropped soon. Honestly, I'm curious to see how this asshole white man is going to win over the hearts of Bay Area hip-hop heads.
I am intrigued, though, that Wild 94.9 is attempting ongoing hip-pop beyond 10 p.m. It used to be that, as one of my high school classmates once said, "After 10 Wild 94.9 turns, like, classical." Well, now there's less of that Motown, R&B flavor on 94.9 after dark, but I kind of like it.
'Course, the changes can't hurt Clear Channel that much. They still got KMEL 106.1.
No Signature Sound
First taking off of MIA & Lady Sovereign. Now coming out with a single that sounds strangely similar to Peaches. It's amazing how Fergie changed The Black Eyed Peas' sound, but on her own she simply doesn't have her own.
"Walk Away" makes me believe that Deanda is the black Jojo.
Piano
There are two songs I want to learn on piano. Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata & the outro to Derek & the Dominos' "Layla" - Hah! :)
Aspirations - Who wouldn't want to be this girl?
(Not me.)
Pudge
I've restarted on Stackers "dietary supplements" but I believe I have somehow become even more sensitive to caffeine since I used them last school year. My body simply isn't where I want it to be right now. My muscles are tight & my skin is loose when the situation should be vice-versa.
Edit
I thought I should let everyone know about a gross mistake that I "published" ("bloglished?") about Pebble Beach. It was a king-sized bed. My bad. Bed. Great bed...
Save Screeech's House - Thank you, Amaya. Please let me know when you buy that shirt.