Thursday, November 19, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Army of Loneliness
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Ring of Boredom
Well: I sat down to catch up my correspondence at about 10pm, but instead ended up watching all of Adam Lambert's American Idol performances and then reading every comment on Perez's "Adam Lambert Comes Out in His Own Way" post.
I usually answer "...work out."
Saturday, April 26, 2008
"Because that's what parents do"
Waitress: "Sure, I just need to see some ID, hun"
Me: "I did not bring it, 'cause I'm twenty-one."
With zero acknowledgment of our heroic couplet, the waitress declined me service. Then, apparently not satisfied with my humiliation level, she asked me to repeat my new order (as if any other drink ever sounds anything like the word "Coke").
My Mother: "And I would like to change my order. Let's see, ummm, can I get a, uh, Manhattan?"
When my mom was also denied, my father got mad. And when a round of pints was delivered to a table of near-by youngsters with nary a mention of identification, he launched into action. Springing from his chair, my dad marched across the bar, demanded to speak to the manager, and politely reminded him that all customers should be treated equally.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Progress
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Flora and Fauna
In February I will embark on what is being dubbed by the university as a “service learning experience.” Along with twenty-four of my fellow students, I will travel to Peru and volunteer with NGOs for one week. At a recent orientation session for this trip, our team leader, Rich, an incorrigibly exuberant fellow, arranged for some native Peruvians to speak to the group.
At the front of the room stands Carlos, a recent immigrant, swaddled in a bulky hoodie over what had to be at least two more layers. Though his English skills are limited, Carlos politely listens to the questions and tries his best to answer. For finer points and clarifications, he seeks the assistance of Santiago, the much younger man seated in the front row. From Rich’s muddled, but positive, introduction of Santiago we learn that he is a Spanish teacher, though his track pants, stained white tee shirt, and obvious hang over, make me question whether he is employed by the university.
After some standard questions about the weather (it’s hot) and the GDP (it’s low), one young woman inquires about the flora and fauna.
“You know the way we have squirrels in Canada? What do they have in Peru?”
Carlos, politely assuming he had missed something in the translation and not in the girl’s syntax, turns to Santiago for help.
Santiago rubs his eyes.
“I mean, is there, like, an animal that we’ll see a lot of?”
Suddenly Santiago springs to life: “Dogs! There’s dogs everywhere.”
A collective aww rings out from the warm-hearted service learners.
Until Santiago goes on, “You know the way we treat dogs like they’re human here? Well in Peru we treat them like they’re dogs.”
The group seems baffled by this comparison. Apparently they don’t know the way we do that. Many students turn to Carlos hoping for clarification.
“Don’t be afraid of them,” he assures. “If you just raise your fist they’ll run away, since they’re used to getting kicked around.”
After a stunned silence, a boy in the back row earnestly exclaims, “maybe we should be helping the dogs!”