Archive for September, 2007

“You have 10 profile views…”

Once upon a time in the land of pseudo optimism, I opened an account on a dating site — even though I pride myself on being independent and embracing my single life (*snickers a little…*) I know. I know. But gee, I just ran plum out of places to meet guys I would eventually have nothing in common with. Go figure.

At the time I opened the account it was after a few people in my life convinced me to put myself out there, so I did. Just to see what it was all about. However I’ve since neglected the profile pretty much because I refused to waste my cold cash for the “pleasure” of contacting/responding to an I’m Online smiley face. But because I never turned the email feature off, I was still getting email alerts every time I got profile views or if someone sent me a message. I should have deleted it sooner but left it up just to see what would filter in — partly for laughs but mostly for curiosity.

It’s kind of sad though. One: To even have the profile in the first place. Two: To realize online the same thing you realize in “real” life — looking kind of sucks. I figure it’s just better to lie low and see what happens in your day to day bustle. Well that and the messages below are from guys I’ve attracted and they weren’t a strong case for going the online route. Please note that I have not altered a single word except any phone numbers or “real” names. And nine out of ten of the guys who contacted me were well over my age range (no offense to any readers of a certain age!)

Bonjour and you are joli. Here it is a Sunday night and I have long since been awake. And as I met the Lord this morning in the stillness of this days awakening-I ask Him once again Lord, will today be the day that I find a friend who is looking for me? So after viewing your profile, I ponder for awhile to pay this fee, please allow me to introduce myself I am Chef Joey I am a man who has many gifts and have already reached several of my goals. My life and my love for God have moved me into Next Dimension thinking. “A Man of substance, a hard working man and I do put in many long hours, oh and a character, I get silly at time”. I look forward to the next season of my life, with the one, He prepare for me. I am a classic romantic. Small notes on a pillow, surprise warm baths and hot oil for a weary day. If you want to be romance and spoil, that I can do. I have shared some of my thoughts with you; won’t you take the time to share a few words with me? As I stated in my profile I am open to a real conversation, via telephone. Online chatting/emailing back and forth does absolutely nothing for me. Talk with me, I’d love to hear your voice my number is 555-555-5555.

Signed A. Guy I Need a Translator For AND Probably Needs a Green Card

Prove you wrong? Hmmmmm……….. I guess I can surmise from that, that you just naturally assume you are right . I checked out your website. You have a very discerning eye. You’re very artistic. My artistc talents tend toward the graphic. I enjoy drawing and painting a bit. I would really like to learn more about you. Please check out my profile and if you find it interesting, hit me back. I would love to chat with you.
Have a great day, hope to hear from you soon.

Signed A. Guy Who Said He’s Looking for a Dark-Skinned Beauty (AND WELL OVER 50!)

Granted my profile headline did say, “creative cynic, prove me wrong.” Cheesy, I know. And this guy’s about the most intelligent message I had received. But did I mention he was/is looking for a dark-skinned beauty? WTF???!?!?!

Nice essay…obviously an intelligent, interesting lady. I could probably shoot some stick w/ya…we’ll chat soon…

Signed A. Guy Who Took My Love of Pool to New and OBVIOUS Heights

Hi ,I’m (bleep) i like your pic(s) & profile a little about myself i’m spontaneous,fun loving & witty. I’m open minded and eclectic I enjoy meeting new people going to new places and doing new things.I’d love to hear your story if open to talking drop me a line ….. …have a great day……ciao!

Signed A. Guy I Can’t Believe Signed A Message with Ciao

I could go on but that would just be wrong. It’s only a small taste of the messages I got. You know how Seinfield would be so damn picky about his dates and would find the dumbest things to dump them over? Well I’m not sure if I was really being picky by not responding to these guys but I do know I got the creeps. And even though looks aren’t everything, how hard is it to get a photo of you that isn’t in front of your Driver’s Select  BMW or out of focus, or taken with a cell phone, or obviously from 1985? 

As 30 rears it’s hopefully lovely head, I wonder if I can nab me an 80-year-old hottie who likes billiards, black women and needs me to send money to his far off land so he can come marry me proper.

Wow. I make a really pissed of cat.

I won’t be turning in my “black card.”

I didn’t write about the Jena 6.

In all honesty I just didn’t and don’t know exactly how I feel about it. No need to rehash the details because by now, unless you live under a rock, you know the story the media has given and CAN give us. I’m a journalist but I can agree that everything seemed to really escalate with all the coverage. That said, reporters just do their jobs. It’s a hot topic and if your media outlet isn’t covering it, there went their ratings. 

Let me just get some things straight though — I don’t think the original charges fit the crime, which have since been reduced. I feel that such charges were too harsh for clobbering a guy who ended up at a school function later that day. But if that doesn’t convince you, think of the possible scenario if the charges had stuck. Young men in jail for 20 years is asking for trouble. Not only for the families but our communities. When a guy sits in the hole for 20 years at an early age, many times they aren’t thinking about reforming while there and even if they do reform, a lot of times they come out bitter, angry, confused and have a horrible time finding work. Then they become a problem financially for all of us when they can’t get a job because of their record. 

But I also know racism still exists. I write about it here quite a bit because sadly the topic keeps coming up. And I know those three nooses hanging from that tree were more than just freedom of speech. They hung there as a message of hatred and ignorance. However violence only feeds the ignorance and beating up that white kid was the worse thing those boys allegedly did.

I still will not hang my hat on what I’ve been told happened but the end result doesn’t change: Someone got severely injured at the hands of sheer violence and that’s  a crime. These are all reasons why I didn’t write about this topic. It was one time out of a few that shooting from the hip gave me pause. Because to most people who support The Jena 6, I might as well turn in my “black card.”

But here is something interesting. Now we are being told that one of the 6 allegedly had myspace pics up with him brandishing money. The opposing side is surely going to use them for their case and there is even a Neo-Nazi site (I’m not posting that link obviously) who has them up. The myspace has since been deleted.

There is speculation that the money came from donations to support legal fees for the 6. But I’m not going to assume anything. You be the judge and we will all wait to find out the truth eventually. But you know young teen boys. Teenagers are real do now, suffer the consequences later types (you know that if you’ve got young ones at home) and all this publicity has just GOT to have those kids feeling kind of invincible. I mean wouldn’t you?? If people from all of the country along with Mr. Al Sharpton came to march just for you?And if the news has been talking about you for weeks. There are Jena 6 shirts, Web sites, petitions — wouldn’t you feel pretty puffed up by all the attention if you were a teenager?

Bottom line: I won’t turn in my “black card” for my above statements. Just because I’m black, DOES NOT mean I will fall in line.

Self discovery in a drug store

After work today, I stopped by a local CVS to pick up some photos I had developed.

I don’t shoot film anymore but during the move I discovered three disposable cameras. I shudder at the thought of ever using such awful creations of photography EVER again. The lighting always sucks. Whatever flash built in is mediocre. There is no possibility of a “macro” shot. But I was still curious as to what was on those archaic things. Two of them didn’t have an exploration date — one of them did and it was well past the date of when I decided to have them developed.

I knew what was possibly on them — I knew that at least two of them were from a trip I took about three years ago or so with an ex to San Antonio. The other was a shear mystery. (All of which is why I went to CVS over a better photo shop. Why waste good money?) So given the possible context of the two, I seemed to not think twice about leaving the poor suckers on the passenger seat in my car while I was typing away at work. That was dumb I know but that’s what I did.

So today was the big reveal. I only got about 30 images total that developed. That was either because of my obvious stupid flub about keeping them in the car or the years of neglect in drawers, (possibly a glove box) and cardboard boxes. But alas there they were. Thirty photos of nothing that special: A few pics of me and the ex, some rock formations from the Natural Bridge Caverns in San Antonio and some photos from a birthday party/drag show.

I stood there looking at them after the lady at the counter explained why they didn’t all turn out. I’m used to digital now. The age of film is lost to me. I said my “thank yous” and left the store. When I reached my car I sat a while with those photos in my hands, shuffling them and staring at each strange image. I couldn’t help muttering to myself, “Whose life do these images belong to?”

All the faces in those pictures are no longer who I see. The activities from all of them seem distant memories. Since those photos I’ve made a new life with new people in it. All the while I keep no contact really with anyone in those shots I spent all of $12 and some change to get developed.

I make new memories now. But I’ve been looking back a lot lately of who I was before and who I decided to spend my time with — and still I wonder, who the hell was that?!

Lebenshungrig!

That is supposed to mean “fun-loving…” I think.
I’m definitely not German but you don’t really have to be to enjoy Oktoberfest. And enjoy I did this weekend.

Here is a Britannica definition of Oktoberfest:

Annual festival in Munich, Germany, lasting two weeks and ending on the first Sunday of October. It began in 1810 as a horse race celebrating the wedding of the crown prince of Bavaria, later King Louis I (1786 – 1868). The race was soon combined with the state agricultural fair, and food and drink were offered. In the late 20th century the Munich breweries celebrated Oktoberfest by setting up large temporary beer halls, each seating 3,000 – 5,000 people, and hiring bands to entertain the crowds as they ate and drank. Total beer consumption during the festival exceeds a million gallons.

 

But I just like to say beer-guzzling holiday…

 

Give the ol’ girl a spin!Last year I spent Oktoberfest at a little bar I frequented “back in the day.” This past Saturday was my first time experiencing the full, blown-out explosion of the event — without the confines of bar walls. It was out in the open, grass surrounding everything and had a great midway. And then there’s all the beer. But standing in line for an 11-coupon beer just about ruins your buzz before you finally get your next one.

I ended up getting a turkey leg though. I should have waited for the State Fair. But it was calling my name.

Anywho, I loved seeing all the dancing, which was located under a large tent. And I even caught myself bobbing my head to a little of the polka. I’ve got more dancing pics on my photog site if you want to take a look.

I also tried my hand at some kind of hammer game in which you had to drive a nail into a big block of wood. There were some guys there I had to compete with, but if it were all girls, I would have won fair and square! I placed second to the dude who won. Oh well. I’ll have to make my OWN plastic Oktoberfest medallion.

Overall, I didn’t get drunk like I guess you are supposed to at these things. And ironically ended the night at an Italian place.

 

Lebenshungrig!

Where’s Al Sharpton for this?

A few weeks ago I heard about an incident not far from my general location that involved a guy just going into a bank to do some business. There was nothing special about this guy. He was regularly dressed. But he forgot to leave his black skin at home.

I didn’t want to write about the incident right away, waiting to see what would develop. I don’t pull the race card often. I think it’s too easy to do and I hate hearing excuses for bad behavior and ignorance being attatched to the “because I’m black”  factor. But what happened on that seemingly normal trip to the bank is far from racial equality. The gentleman in question, Derrill Ewans, was “mistaken” for a bank-robber. A teller called 9-11 asking for the police and stated Ewans and another gentleman had a gun. Read the gory details here but I will give you a snippet.

“We have two males that walked into our branch, possibility of a gun in his pocket,” the teller said. “He’s sitting down with a personal banker.”

Oh snap. Sound the alarm. A black man wants a LOAN!!! Hit the deck!

A second personal banker then played down the ordeal to the 911 operator and asked for either a plain-clothed officer to take a look or have an officer simply drive by.

The banker told the operator there was not a robbery in progress.

“We’re talking to him about a loan that he’s doing and everything else and one of our tellers thought that he had a weapon on him,” the banker said.

But even though the downplay was in progress. The cops still showed up, handcuffed Ewans and his girlfriend who was waiting in the car with their 3-year-old daughter. They put her and their child in a squad car. I don’t really blame the police. They were doing their job for the most part I guess but I think they should have done some better investigating before slapping on cuffs and humiliating this man and his family.

What else could be the reason for this mishap? Can you see another senario? That side of town isn’t really used to seeing black folks. Trust me. And here, I believe, is a perfect example of racism at it’s finest so where is Mr. Sharpton? Oh yea. He’s been busy in Jena, promoting himself. Look, I’m not saying what happened in Jena should be ignored but let’s not forget those kids committed a crime — no matter the provocation. If we aren’t putting out these “smaller” fires like some innocent guy walking into a damn Wells Fargo, those little flames just become bigger ones and will spread.

very random…

Last night I dreamt about WordPress tags, blogging and the Chicago Bulls of all things.

Did you know that currently your tags are only being represented by two? So say if you wanted to post your stuff in Life, Random, Blogging and Thoughts, more than likely it will only be searchable in Blogging and Thoughts. The others will drop away unless someone randomly finds you while looking in the other categories. Either way, your blog will still be listed under only one other tag. Here’s what I mean.

WTF?

I went into forums  about it, hoping this isn’t some new feature. I like checking out the other tags people list their stuff in because the basic ones can be so BORING. But I read that it’s being fixed in the next 24 hours. However I guess it bothered me so much, I had dreams of pages of pages of tags with one other option. How sad is that? Of all things I could be dreaming about…

Anyway as for the Chicago Bulls, I guess that could be because I talked trash about Isiah Thomas. But he’s with the Knicks. I was a huge Jordan fan. Maybe I was just going with a theme. Well, enjoy the remaining two hours before MAINTENANCE begins…

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YUM.

 

 

Bitch, please…

I’m not offended by this word. Hell there is even a magazine named bitch.

When I was in high school, I proudly displayed a sticker on my rear window which read Super Bitch with the Superman “S” in the middle.

I will admit it took me a while to take the word in a warm embrace and one day I just said, “alright—when someone says this to me, it’s always when I’m defending myself or when I’ve gone against the grain.” And then I just decided to wear it like a black dress instead of a chip on my shoulder.

But here we go again with a “celebrity” getting in trouble for name-calling. However this time it’s different. This time we are told that it’s OK to call a black chick a bitch if you are a black male but it’s not OK to do it when you are a white guy. Who said this wonderful tidbit? Mr. Isiah Thomas, New York Knicks coach and president. Read what the fuss is about.

For one thing. Like I said. I don’t care about this word. Even if some guy (or girl for that matter) calls me it when I’ve pissed him or her off. However to be told that it all comes down to race on whether or not it’s OK is just crazy. Because by dissecting it down like that, you are telling me that black people can degrade their own but not let the white folks do it.

I would have preferred if he just fessed up to the word just being derogatory, period. And that he was wrong for saying it. Not announce that because this word is so offensive it can only be used by blacks. What are you trying to tell me then? Blacks can be uncouth all they want but whites have to just sit back and use another word more appropriate for their skin? Bitch is bitch in any race or culture. And does Mr. Thomas realize that his statement just makes us [black folks] look foolish?

Race should give the “privilege” of using words that hurt people? Again, if Thomas were to have said, Don’t forget, you f——— bitch, I’m the president of this f——— team,” to me, I would have laughed in his face. The word bitch isn’t harsh enough to shake my spirit but that’s just me. However Thomas’ alleged following statement, “What the f— is your job? What are your job responsibilities, you f——— ho?” would have got him BITCH-slapped because:

A.) The egotist has just questioned my job ability. A big no-no if you know me. I’m a goal-hungry vixen and he would have regretted the moment he said that.

B.) Bitch I’ll answer to; “ho” will get you a loss of your scrotum.

Some ladies may not agree with me saying that bitch isn’t that big of a deal. Even the intent behind it. I just don’t care. But Thomas is a damn fool to think it’s OK to say it only if you are black.