Yesterday, my carpool friends wanted to stop off and eat a snack, and I decided that I would get the yogurt (I just tried three times to spell "yogurt" correctly, only to find that all three of my attempts were correct according to Dictionary.com) parfait. The yogurt parfait comes with strawberries and blueberries which I conveniently depend on to combat all the fat, grease, and trans-refined-sugar-this-and-that I had ingested earlier. Somehow, and I'm not sure how this happened, I ended up getting the yogurt along with a 10 pieces of chicken nuggets and four orders of small fries. I expect so much out of yogurt, it gets nervous.
As a result, I haven't gotten lighter. Well, I have, but it's more a product of not being out while the sun is as well.
Alex, the violinist in my group, got himself a blue Quebecois hat, and somehow thought it was a good idea to walk around Ottawa during Canada Day looking like this. For those of you who aren't down with the political climes here in Canada, a percentage of people in one of our major provinces, Quebec, wants to separate from Canada because they speak French of several well-appointed reasons. But I'm not one to get political. So I thought this shot was funny.
In other news, I have found an apartment in SF and it has a walk-in closet. I've never had one of my own. I used to hide in my mom's walk-in closet during games of hide-and-seek. Unfortunately my sister never really cared to find me and I'd end up falling asleep in there. I'm cool. The News Archive | Email
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After I saw this, it occurred to me that you can take anything seriously. Here is a guy playing the ukelele as if it were cool to do so -- and he's good at it. After all is said and done, though, the ukelele looks like a ridiculously small guitar and I'm not entirely sure it's getting him the ladies.
With the introduction of Miri Ben-Ari I believe my sinecure as 'the hip hop cellist' may just be a step away. Although she doesn't rap, apparently, she also went to Mannes in New York. I suppose to really seal the deal and get backing from Universal, Jay-Z, and Wyclef, I'll need to look into getting some wild curls and shirts that showcase a cute, bare midriff. Or maybe that's exactly what I need to not do. The News Archive | Email
Keen reader Avital wanted me to pass on that my review of Vancouver's Secret Garden is not complete without mentioning that they fired her friend, who works in food preparation, for refusing to include flies in the lettuce. Apparently, she was wasting valuable resources through her sane method of fly removal. As a result, there's said to be extra protein in their salads now. This section is perhaps a tad editorial -- but everything else you read on this site is absolutely true and unbiased. Things like, "The poetry page gets the most hits," or "Adrian is not getting fat and is not 175 pounds," or "Looking up 'horrible rappers' on Google does not result in this site coming up first."
I've been working on another update, but.. the.. cello.. is taking over my life. I'll have something by the weekend.
I was watching television one night this week and saw a commercial for Grand Theft Auto, San Andreas. It's a video game for X-Box and it's "rated M for mature". I find this ironic, since I've never thought to reward anything the compliment of being mature when it pushes senseless murder, gratuitous rape, and selfish greed as a worthy aim for fantasy and thrill. M for Maybe I'm getting too old to be hip.
More evidence of my being too old: I was at the Inside lounge last night and found the music way too loud. Though it was supposed to be a social event, no one could hear anybody. Eventually the Delphix and I just sat on the sofa, neither talking or thinking -- just listening because the blaring speakers insisted on it. I decided then that that's why people always dressed up for these things; you end up getting to know people based solely on their looks when they're mute.
Arrived home from Ottawa Sunday night. Air Canada insists that they strap down my cello to its seat with a canvas netting with metal latches. By now, I've learned how to do it myself because I always get the crewmen who have never done it before. Last time, they delayed my flight fifteen minutes just so they could figure out how the netting works. Since then, I've decided to do it myself, not wanting unprecedented delays to befall my fellow passengers just because they've had the misfortune of being put on the same flight as me. I basically told the crewman to stand back as I connected the latches to parts underneath the actual seat; afterwards, as with flight protocol, they inspect what I've done. This last time, though, I did something wrong -- I'm still not sure what -- and, somehow, nobody around me could recline their seats. They had to call the crewmen back and I caused a fifteen minute delay. Adrian Fung: I never quite make it, but I mean well. The News Archive | Email
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Alex, the violinist in my group, got himself a blue Quebecois hat, and somehow thought it was a good idea to walk around Ottawa during Canada Day looking like this. For those of you who aren't down with the political climes here in Canada, a percentage of people in one of our major provinces, Quebec, wants to separate from Canada because