Archive for the ‘irony’ Category

Old friends.

It’s like being haunted by a ghost. Not creepy at all. Just ironic. I have an old friend that I’m now kind of estranged with who simply loves (actually LOVE isn’t a strong enough word) Jeff Buckley’s version of “Hallelujah.” That song has now received a resurgence of popularity by American Idol contestant Jason Castro, who just so happens to be from a community we cover at work. Did I say cover? I mean attack at all angles gorilla style— video, blogs, stories, photos…it’s crazy. But obviously entertaining as well. However I can’t help thinking how small the world is. Here is this kid, who we covered almost a year ago at a Battle of the Bands contest, and is now in the Top 12 on American Idol AND climbing the iTunes charts with my childhood friend’s song.

I own what is considered the worst job of this century…

Did any of you read this?  I happened upon it searching out opinions on journalism….

[from Forbes.com]

Another endangered species: journalists. Despite the proliferation of media outlets, newspapers, where the bulk of U.S. reporters work, will cut costs and jobs as the Internet replaces print. While current events will always need to be covered (we hope), the number of reporting positions is expected to grow by just 5% in the coming decade, the Labor Department says. Most jobs will be in small (read: low-paying) markets.

If I didn’t feel obsolete before, that pretty much did it. Yet I’m still craving this career that will never pay well, never be the same and never get the respect it used to deserve. This really isn’t news. I know that my career is threatened by so much right now. And it’s dying a slow death. I knew that after college. But still. I try to hope…

I emailed the Forbes snippet to my father to which he wrote something very poignant.

Well you have first hand knowledge of that. People are
more interested in Brittney Spears than real news. The
schools are turning out kids who just want to do
things that are fun. And yes the younger generation
wants to read only what appears on their computer or
their iPhone.

So what now? Teach?

Black women and white men…

I gotta tell you; I’ve not had any slowing down of my old post about interracial dating. It still gets a fair amount of hits. This isn’t a call for all of you jokesters to start finding more weird search engine terms to get to this blog and then for me to write about them.  But for some reason I get on a daily basis at least a dozen search engine terms looking for a variety of topics surrounding black women and white men dating. And lately Jewish men dating black women. WTF? Is this really THAT taboo still? I’ve dated the rainbow, as I’ve told you before, and I just never really saw dating a white man a big deal. Does the rest of society?

I will be honest though. I’m thinking the resurgence of this topic is because of the opposite happening: black men and white women. I’m not going to do some census search on this but I’m just thinking about my every day life in Texas. I see an increasing number of black men and white women coupled up. I don’t have a problem with this but I can only imagine that the two left are looking at each other, shrugging and saying, “Well, why don’t we?”

That said though, there is still so much hesitation. Believe me. White men dating black women isn’t very common here. Not sure about your area of the world. I really dig shows like “Private Practice” that treat interracial connections as something that isn’t a matter of discussion. The main discussion on that show is that the lead black female character has to choose between two men — a black one she was married to and a white one who loves her so much that is the only reason he works in the office. Race isn’t an issue. I can’t stand shows that make that the MAIN issue. The tired old story of “what will my parents think?” Aren’t we over this yet? I just don’t get it.

So for those of you searching to see if this is some “strange” concept, stop. Just go with it. Ask that black chick out. Ask that white dude out. Enjoy Hanukkah with that chocolate hottie…

WTF are you waiting for?

Spell check your support…

bling.jpgWhile driving to an event tonight, I was stuck behind a biker. No biggie. I enjoy bikers. I even own a lucky Harley Davidson ring…

However this biker was a tad different. Among all the leather strapped at his calves, the leather vest, the hankerchief tight around his head — I noticed something kind of odd. He had one of those ticker messages on his bike. You know the ones club kids used to wear that were made into belt buckles? And you could change the message to stupid crap like Vote for Pedro or Blow Me or whatever. Well this was actually one of those ticker things but made to be an accessory for the rear of a motorcycle.

I sat at the light. Reading it. And it started out by stating, “Support our troops.” I can go along with that, no matter my views on the war. I thought that was it and so I turned my head a minute, fiddled with the stereo and then I looked up to see the tail end of the word “return.” Being that this was a super traffic-filled evening, I had time to read it all. I blinked in disbelief and I tilted my head when I realized what it said.

“Support our troops & pray for thier safe return…”

Nope. I didn’t spell that wrong by accident. The message really read with the word “thier” in it. I’m all for free speech, but make sure you spell check it first.