03/11/2010
08/07/2009
Check Yourself Before You Wreck Yourself
There was once an episode of This American Life about people who had these long-standing beliefs that were, as it turns out, complete untruths. Like this one girl thought that unicorns were once real living creatures that had become extinct. Until one fateful night standing around the keg in college, the mention of the unicorn being an extinct animal brought dead silence to the group. Or this other woman who read XING as in DUCK XING as “exing” instead of “crossing”
It was this kind of collision with reality I had when I went to get a re-entry permit the same day I was to fly to Hawaii. Hawaii. Tropical white sandy surfing volcano macadamian nut meet my friend coming in from Amsterdam Hawaii.
Upon asking for my reentry permit stamp, I was informed that my visa to stay in the country had expired. What? No. It says right here, on my Foreigner’s Registration Card that I’m good til 2012. Look. See. Right here. I’m afraid Miss, that this card has nothing to do with your visa.
Dun dun dun.
As our wise friend Mr. Ice Cube once said: chickity-check yo self before you wriggety-wreck yo self. (and others, i might add)


It was this kind of collision with reality I had when I went to get a re-entry permit the same day I was to fly to Hawaii. Hawaii. Tropical white sandy surfing volcano macadamian nut meet my friend coming in from Amsterdam Hawaii.
Upon asking for my reentry permit stamp, I was informed that my visa to stay in the country had expired. What? No. It says right here, on my Foreigner’s Registration Card that I’m good til 2012. Look. See. Right here. I’m afraid Miss, that this card has nothing to do with your visa.
Dun dun dun.
As our wise friend Mr. Ice Cube once said: chickity-check yo self before you wriggety-wreck yo self. (and others, i might add)


posted by NN COOL J at 02:10
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02/09/2009
Shout out to Senor Thayer



I get aksed a lot here, "What's your type (of man)?" I have, at times, said Benicio Del Toro, and at other times other offbeat, ugly-sexy personalities.
Who? or Reeeally? is usually the response.
So my man Benicio is in this Che movie, you know, about the revolutionary with the beret and the facial hair that you see on all the t-shirts?
We purchased our bevies and snacks and sat down in rows G6, 7, and 8.
Lights go down... Spanish. Subtitles Japanese. Craaap. Not again! Slapped palm to forehead and immediately crossed my fingers that the movie would make a dramatic, surreal switch to English. Of course not dummy! Che don't speak no English mang! In the beginning I would whisper to my left: Who's that? then to the right: Where are they going?
But eventually, I said forget it. I tried my darndest to keep up con los subtitulos...but eventaually, I said forget it.
Damn, I shoulda listened in Senor Thayer's class in high school.
No, what I need to be doing is studying that kanji a little bit each day.
posted by NN COOL J at 22:56
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