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Sammylandsmatterings of matterings July 26 Talking about Home - Windows Live SpacesBetween the Kwik-E-Mart on Denny and the super fun avatar creator on http://www.simpsonsmovie.com, The Simpsons Movie marketing campaign is great!
May 12 The Searching for Sammy WalkAs early as a year ago, the age 28 meant a lot of things to me - impending marriage decisions, mortgage payments, car seat investigations, frequent trips to target. Having a mother-in-law. Eating at the dining room table. I pictured myself and friends no longer interested in horsing around in nice restaurants, no longer entertained by flatulence/barf-related humor. Maybe open to the idea of cleaning my bathroom regularly. Surprisingly, none of this has happened. I suppose there have been other changes. I've graduated from 107.7 the end to almost exclusive NPR listenership. I find "This American Life" really interesting - and the way my tutoring students' eyes glaze over as I relay a recent episode to them dates me. I minimize the beverage escapades and try to load up on antioxidants and the like. I balance my mutual funds. Most strikingly, sometimes I get together with a group of friends at my apartment just to "talk". I clearly remember being puzzled by this about 10 years ago as I played video games with my friends in the basement while our parents talked about God-knows-what-over-tea upstairs. And now here I am, having "upstairs" conversations over tea. Sometimes about tea. Maybe my parents were talking about flatulance back then, in Gujurati. Who knows. In any case, as per tradition, my freakishly great friends organized another freakishly great birthday this year which began as a little "treasure hunt" meets "Amazing Race" all over Capitol Hill. At each stage we were given a clue to decipher, which would lead us to the location of the next clue. As with previous birthdays, the entire effort gives a little glimpse into our life in Seattle's most awesome "gayborhood". Here's a little sample of the day's events: Intro letter:
Beautiful, thanks.
blah blah blah... lets skip to the important part...
And off we went..
The Egyptian movie theatre of course, at Pine and Harvard. Great little place that looks like it was decorated by Cleopatra's tacky niece. I love vintage movie houses - so much more character than megaplexes. The Egyptian has only 1-2 theatres, so you really feel like everyone in the house is rolling the dice together. The Egyptian has lots of midnight showings of great old ones - we had actually seen Harold and Maude there a few weeks back - what a great movie. Hey, there's another thing that's changed with age - I couldn't give a shit about THX or screen size or surround sound or any of that crap - i only care about content, companions, candy and if that ticket I just bought my date is gonna pay off at some point in the evening... ok not that much has changed. They had me try and charm the poor movie ticket girl to try and get one of my favorite movies from her - Swingers. That beautiful baby thought I was so money.
This is where I had to go into model-mode on broadway at the steps of Seattle central as the group went at me with sharpies and blank slates. Judging but the works my friends produced, they roughly fall into two camps: A) The people who are really talented Anyways, here are a few samples of their work (note: a latham few works were latham left off because of latham obscene imagery latham): And a shot of my modelling work.
Yes, my previous 4 halloween outfits were a an ill-fated Indian-psuedo-Crow getup, a Hershey's bar (I thought that was clever), a crossword puzzle complete with clues (that turned out to Sunday NY-Times clever) and Captain Orgasmo. You know, the guy with the "Shields". The clue led us to Red Light - the used clothing store on Broadway - where my captors proceeded to choose an outfit for me for the night. In the words of our former real-estate agent, Mark Gill, "What a disaster!" Some early choices: The final selection was a track suit top about 3 sizes too small with Arnold Palmer signature series pants that lead to requisite money shot on right. Rock on.
So this would be a reference to my seemingly permanent precense on the dating scene. Look dudes, i'd love to find that special someone just like everybody else. What better place to go than Castle sex toy store on Broadway. We spent a surprisingly long time in there - their Latin-Transgender section was prolific. In any case, team bought me a great book on the darker arts (not that i needed the help). OK, i'm hopeless.
And that would be fake-bacon at Bleu Bistro on Broadway. My Wasp and Jewish-sinner friends tell me its pretty close to the real thing. I believe them. You should believe them and go there for dinner immediately if haven't been before. (Note to the daters: this place is more money than any sex toy you could ever buy). So we went to Bleu and got some fake bacon.
And this is B&O Espresso, a favorite hangout and capitol hill institution. A few months ago we got word that a condo mogel purchased the building and was forcing them out of business. So I called our district councillor to protest (I don't remember who told me to do this - but if you're reading this - thanks!). They actually just put a sign up saying they'd be in business for at least the next two years. So I have a new deadline for leaving Capitol Hill. We went to B&O and has some hot drinks to chillax after our big day. That night, the crazy kids organized a dinner for a bigger group at Jai Thai, that was very purple and fun. The cake was insanely good, although didn't hold a "candle" to Vaishali's "concrete" cake from last year. Here's a look at some of the festivities: Thanks to everyone for coming and especially to Andy, Jordan and Vaishali, the unstable masterminds behind GBOAT!!! :) April 03 Finders keepers, losers have shallow pocketsBefore leaving for that party on Saturday, I said to Latham:
"These linen pants I bought from India are great. Only problem is that they've got shallow pockets and I'm convinced i'm gonna lose stuff if I wear them."
As expected, my cell phone slipped out while in the cab on the way over. Brilliant.
Of course, you'd think in a friendly city like Seattle, getting it back wouldn't be a big deal. The next day I called the cab company and told them my story. They said their lost and found department opens on Monday at 10am. Seemed reasonable. I tried dialing the phone a few times -- no answer. As a precaution, I called Cingular and had them shut off the phone's ability to make out going calls.
I finally got a hold of the cab company today and they told me they couldn't locate my phone. So its lost. I then called Cingular again to let them know it was stolen. I also asked them to check if any calls were made between Saturday 10:30pm and Sunday 3pm. Lo and behold, some asshole decided to have some fun and make some long distance calls -- to Israel of all places!
Unbelievable. Just when I started to trust this city and its people.
At least Cingular doesn't charge you for calls after your phone is stolen.
Samir :( February 26 Talking about NPR : Creating Our Own HappinessFeeling gloomy this morning. Enter NPR and my hero, Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips, with "This I Believe..." :)
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