People on Tribe sure are funny sometimes:
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OK, sometimes I really miss my friends. And I especially miss going to karaoke with my friends. Scott and Michelle better start scouting karaoke bars in Boston now!
Karaoke in SF1
Karaoke in SF2
Karaoke in Bloomington 1
Karaoke in Bloomington 2
Here is an analysis of how not to be naive in Memphis (Abby says, “Be a liberal, just don’t be an idiot.”), and here is a sweet tribute to Johnny Carson. And for fun, here is the stupidest news story EVER about a local idiot, and here is a local blogger’s analysis of that.
My parenthetical advice reminds me of a story. My friend Tyrone was supposed to be picked up in Boston by one of my ex’s relatives. I get this call from Tyrone because the relative is really late. I answer the phone, and Tyrone wants to know if I’ve told the relative that he is black. I laughed my ass off. Of COURSE I told him that. Apparently, “good liberal” friends of Tyrone’s think that somehow it’s really respectful to not mention his skin color. What the hell?! If you ask me, being “colorblind” is about as stupid as it gets. “I don’t see color” is bullshit, and it’s misguided. What’s more disrespectful than pretending not to see some very basic qualities of a person? Qualities that might relate to their worldview and their experience? I have to go to work now, so I’m not going to start my rant on the topic, but I assure you, the kids in my Muticulturalism class sure got an earful every semester. This liberal don’t play that stupid game. Puh-leeeze!
OMG! OK *this* is about the scariest thing I’ve ever seen:
Make it stop!
Seriously. I always say that the thing that represents evil most to me is Applebee’s. Why? Because it, to me, represents the destruction of culture as we know it, the acceptance of mediocrity and tasteless, overprocessed, chemically-enhanced pseudo-foods. Deeming the food at a place like Applebee’s acceptable is to swear off what matters in this world. I know that seems harsh, but I am completely serious. It all relates to my MSG allergy. I have gotten really sick at these kinds of places: the kinds of places that have so many locations that they have to rely on precooked, frozen ingredients, laden with chemicals that give me migraines and make me puke. And this is our culture? This is what we have to offer to the world as “American”? This is what we have to offer to our children? Is there any wonder that obesity in childen has grown (no pun intended) to epic and epidemic proportions?
And now this evil food trend is in the White House? My stars. Would the Dems have done this? It’s reprehensible? It’s lacking in style and grace and everything that matters. I am one seriously offended foodie.
Is it going to get any better? What or who will turn this all around?
Here’s a related link: The Swift Report
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Update 1:22pm, same day: It was a joke! But oh so scarily real. I fell for it, and it was easy to fall for. In my world, the unfathomable is, sadly, often real. I still stand by my rant, but I guess the world hasn’t gone quite as far to hell in a handbasket as I’d thought… at least not in this arena!
To me, there’s nothing more pro-troops than being against the war. I hate to think of all these fairly young Americans over in a place we shouldn’t be, experiencing all this trauma for no good reason. I really hate it. I’m a sap. That Queer Eye last week with the soldier about to be shipped over to Iraq just broke my heart. Here he is, totally in love with his wife, with a new child, and he’s got to go risk it all because W has this need to avenge his father. Unbelievable. I just saw this. I have some G-mail invites. I’m going to share. At the very least, the poor kids over there should have contact with their friends and family. I know they can’t really talk about the details of what’s going on, but they can at least keep communication with people, so they don’t have to feel all alone and isolated in the middle of the desert with noone there to show they care besides other people going through the same wretched thing. How can their psyches not fall apart? G-mail is a little thing. It might make a little difference, so I’m doing it.
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