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now feeling:
accomplished takin' care of business
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A: This guy.

now feeling:
angry fucking neo-hipsters!
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Astute visitors to my blog (and/or anyone who actually cares) may notice that I haven't been posting much lately at all. There are a couple of factors at work here (and for once, none of them are the well-worn excuse of being busy):


  1. It's been a tumultuous couple of months, and I've found myself amidst lots of change and challenges. That makes for writing about rocky times that I'm not sure anyone would really care to read.


  2. For many out there, Life's been similarly rocky. And to be very honest, that stuff is hard for me to read even in fair weather, so I've been avoiding the blogs a bit as a result.


  3. I'm finding myself turning more and more to short-form communication like Twitter or IM or Facebook actions. Maybe this a sign of the times: a general move towards microhumor and microcommunication and low-pixel smartphone photography and just less less less. Or maybe something bad is happening to my attention span. I'm still thinking about it.

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(Compare and contrast this little tale with my experience at Starbucks last month.)

This morning I walked into my local independent coffee shop. Greeting me were Jeannette Kim (the owner) and this new hire, a woman roughly my age. Jeannette makes it a point to really say hello to her patrons (i.e.: serious eye contact, a wrinkled brow of concern when she asks how your morning's going, etc.) It almost invariably makes me smile when she does it, and I appreciate all manner of kindness in the bleak decaffeinated morning.

Anyway, today I bought a day-old pastry treat and saved a dollar in the process, so I put that dollar in the tip jar. At this, she asked me my name. Now, Jeannette's English is good, but not flawless. Rather than get into a protracted thing about it, I say my name and dig out my driver's license so she can read it.

Jeannette takes my driver's license, holds it with both hands, stares at the name, then looks up at me with her deep eye contact and says, "I've never seen a name like that before. Where is it from?" I tell her I'm Dominican, but that that name is somewhat popular with Filipinos. She goes back to looking at my driver's license, and recites my name repeatedly. "Arsenio... Arsenio... Arsenio..." (It was a little disturbing, actually.)

Meanwhile, the new girl said, "Oh, so that's like..." and then she gets a sheepishly apologetic look on her face. She knows I know what she's going to say. I can tell she knows I get this all the time. She finishes anyway. "...Arsenio Hall?" But the apology on her face is a rare gift, and I accept it with a smile and a nod. Jeannette gives me my drivers license, and says, "Have a good day, ARSENIO!" with a big smile.

Sometimes I wonder why I bother with Starbucks at all.
now feeling:
happy smiling
now playing:
The Mars Volta -- "Goliath"
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Anyone who's visited a fast food establishment with me knows that, when asked to give a name for food pickup, I'm prone to use a fake name. This is why.

Barista 1: "...and your name?"
Barista 2: *turns on blender for someone else's frappuccino*
Me: "Arsenio"
Barista 1: "What?"
Me: "ARSENIO."
Barista 1: "WHAT?"
Me: *spells it*
Barista 1: "Oh."
Barista 2: *turns off blender*
Barista 1: "That's odd. You don't hear that every day."
Me: "Hrm?"
Barista 1: "That name. It's odd. You don't hear it every day."
Me: "Hrm. Well, I can imagine!"
Barista 1: "Do you?"
Me: *blink*

now feeling:
awake caffeinated (now)
now playing:
Does It Offend You, Yeah?
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I don't tend to post memes (or anything, really), but courtesy of ceebaby:

Leave a comment and I will:
a) Tell you why I friended you.
b) Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.
c) Tell you something I like about you.
d) Tell you a memory I have of you.
e) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
f) Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
g) In return, you must post this in your LJ

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This here was the most happymaking thing I saw at this weekend's Maker Faire:


Quiltbert

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I'm thinking semi-seriously that it might be a good idea to start up a grassroots campaign to get Jimmy Carter back in the White House. He's Bill Clinton without the sleaze, Mister Rogers with some balls. Plus, last time he was President, he dealt with terrorism, an oil crisis, and cleaning up after Donald Rumsfeld's military nonsense.

Plus-plus, we could once again see Dan Akroyd's imitation of Carter. Akroyd being funny again? That's what I call a win-win.

now feeling:
pensive I'm just sayin'
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Can anyone here recommend or argue against either a Nokia 6555 or a RAZR2 V9?
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