december musings

i can't remember most of 1993. was i high or something? i have no idea what i learned in third grade. in second grade i remember that we learned to add and subtract bigger numbers. did we learn to multiply in third grade? i was tiny tim for the christmas play. i think i cut a lot of school to rehearse for that. maybe that's why.

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i tweeted something because i was mad after reading somebody's post on facebook. foo's post was just hella ignorant and i needed an outlet to yell. upon further review, i think it just makes me look like a mad douche.

but it's not fair. i can't give context with 140 characters. so in an effort to feel like less of a douche i will give my argument here.

here is what said "friend" posted, word for word:
Only in the Bay Area would you get fined for burning your private fireplace in your home...spare the air? WTF....ITS FREEZING OUTSIDE! LET PEOPLE BURN WOOD!

WTF is wrong with you! burning wood in your fireplace is an inefficient way to heat up your home, and it releases carcinogens into the air, which causes cancer, and also causes baby polar bears to melt. i thought you graduated from college, homie? shit is basic!

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i have this thing where i come up with brilliant answers to hypothetical questions that people might possibly, but more likely never, ask me. for example:

if someone were to ask me why i don't post on this blog more often i would reply, with my chin held high to the sky:
I try not to post something unless I feel that it is beneficial to both me and the reader.

ok, maybe that answer's not that brilliant, but i have come up with good answers to ridiculous questions. just in case, you know?

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monterey clam chowdah

i'm very sure that this is very n00b of me to say, but i recently found heaven in my mouth when i combined monterey clam chowdah (not really that different from new england clam chowdah) and tabasco hot sauce.

take a spoonful of creamy thick clam chowdah, and shake a drop or two of tabasco on top of your spoonful. then call me up to say "thank you" for reinvigorating your intimate relationship with your spoon.

jitterbug

so i started reading again, and i'm not really trying to draw attention to that other than the fact that the first line of the book is hilarious to me, and i can't post it on twitter cuz it's over 140 characters:

Priscilla lived in a studio apartment. It was called a "studio" apartment because art is supposed to be glamorous an landlords have a vested interest in making us believe that artists prefer to sleep in their workrooms.

(Jitterbug Perfume)

Also, phillip ramirez is the most amazing reader i have ever encountered in my life.

kaleidoscope eyes

i haven't been keeping up much with the floods in the philippines. actually, i think i've been trying to avoid reading about them.

i mean it's like the only time i ever take notice of the philippines is when something bad is happening there, and i guess it just hurts to realize that. i couldn't even tell you where ondoy is. that sucks.

bye @berkeley.edu

i never really got to say bye to my calmail account. first i get an email saying that i have until one date to say goodbye, then i get another email saying that i get a little longer. maybe that's wrong, maybe i shoulda actually read those emails.

it's like when a bf and a gf agree that they're gonna break up right when college starts, but then they find out the first day of school is actually a week later. it's so awkward.

anyways, next thing you know, i have to choose between email powered by millions of squirrels and roundcube, and my password is not compatible with either of them. so there you go, that's how it ends. goodbye cool ending on my email.

i did have an awkward address though.. joshmen@berkeley.edu? joshmen? i remember being annoyed that jmendoza, jtmendoza and other better looking addresses were already taken. I am the greatest jmendoza alive! i should be given that address wherever i lay my email privileges.

but having an email with @berkeley.edu at the end. that's like having a pimp cup in your back pocket, ready to take it out if fools need to recognize my game.

but it is no more. so let's all pour a drink for our fallen homie, post-grad-but-not-in-graduate-school calmail account.