Sorry I haven't written in two weeks. Between long days at work and a number of things going on in the evenings, it just has slipped beyond my priority lists. Thanks to everyone who keeps bugging me to update. I think I owe it to Brock to write about him first for once, because he started reminding me to write almost every day.
So for Brock's Block, first I want to talk about an incident that happened just the other night. We had some mutual friends, Jordan and Penny, in town from Georgia. After playing basketball with Jordan, his twin brother Kareem, and another friend of ours, Argentina, we all went out to a sandwich joint called Punchos. Brock had texted me while playing ball saying, "What time you coming home?" I called him to invite him and he didn't answer. I called him again and it rang twice, going to voicemail, making me think maybe he hung up on me because he was doing something else. I get home later that night and found the house perfectly clean, which if you know Brock, is like a miracle (Clark and I are considering hiding all the dishes except one so he has to wash them...)
Needless to say I thought for sure that he had some... "company" over. I mean, the guy like literally uses radar to find a quick, carseat-filled fling. Well, the moral of the story is never make assumptions. Turns out Clark just wanted a clean living room and Brock had been asleep. My bad. You know what they say about assumptions...
Sorry Brock :)
Brock quote of the week: "Is there any alcohol in our apartment that you've hidden and I don't know about?" I guess I must have let slip that a few weeks ago when he was looking for beer, I had a whole cooler of it hidden in my room so he wouldn't drink it before Alejandro and Diet Lemonade's co-birthday bash.
In another episode of my life in Summercamp, mother nature continues to claim stake over Summercamp. I was sitting in my office on Thursday and this tiny little bird hops in. It looks around and peaks behind the printer and then I move a little and it hops back out. I just kinda smiled to myself. Flash forward a few days. My OA walks in and is like, "there's some birds in the conference room." JD and I get up and walk to the entrance. I spot two birds flying around the far window. JD walks up to the door and one of the birds shoots out right at our faces. I cry out and duck, covering my face. I've seen Hitchcock's The Birds. When I look up, I see JD just standing there like "What?" Silly me, I forgot that he probably couldn't see the creature flying to gash out his eyes!! I exaggerate. Long story short, because the second bird wouldn't fly out on its own, I lowered the blinds on all the other windows and then went out behind our conference room and shaded the last window, so the only other exit was the door. The bird left and we earned our office back from nature.
Apparently there were birds in the office the next day too.
I feel like a freaking Disney princess.
On a more pondersome note, recently the school at which I work was visited by John Quisones (sp?) who is a broadcast journalist and has the show What would You Do? It's about people in situations where they witness some kind of crime or mistreatment (portrayed unbeknownst to the onlookers, by actors) and then he interviews them about why they took the action they did. For example, if someone sees a man putting some white powder in a woman's drink while she's gone, do they warn her?
Anyway he was there and talking about a lot of different topics particuarly his own story of being a Mexican man trying to break into broadcast journalism. Among other things, he mentioned that his family had live in San Antonio, Texas since before it was part of the United States. He said when people asked him when he crossed the Border, he responds with, what are you talking about? The border crossed us!
It got me to thinking about where we come from. Sometimes we are so focused on where we are going and what we are doing next, especially those of us just out of college, that we don't think about where we've come from, in the big picture. I was looking at those around me: JD comes from Kentucky and says his family speaks hick at home. My other boss, Santa Claus, comes from a small town in the Midwest and has strong ties to Purdue, but doesn't stay in close contact with his old hometown friends. Another coworker and friend, N.I.N (Nice is Neat- try to figure out THAT book reference) hails all the way from Hawaii. My best friend, Spam Boa, lives in Spanish Fork Utah. Another, P-Diddy, lives in Singapore. I mean even in my family one Grandma grew up in New Orleans and the other in Panama. I have friends from China, Australia and countries across the world. And I was just having a convo with the GF about how I am proud to have come from Orange County and grown up in good ol' Santa Ana.
Besides being an excuse to make up a nickname for a whole bunch of people (P-Diddy hahaha) I really was feeling quite pondersome about what it means to say you come from somewhere. How our identities are formed much more by what we've been not what we are going to do. I could say some day I'm going to be a teacher. And people may even look at me and say yea, that guys totally going to be a teacher, look at this and this and this. But I'm still more defined as that guy who grew up in Orange County, went to some giant brick-building'd school, and did that and that and that. I'm not sure what I'm trying to get at here, but I am very happy and proud about where I've been. So, for my last thought, people always say if you could go back and do something different, would you? I say no because who I am now is because of where I've been, what I've done and how I interacted with all the people around me who have done and been to all these places. Live and learn from fools and from sages. So thanks all of you for all the places you've been and good luck with all the places you'll go.
I promise to get another, funnier entry soon. I don't want this blog to be forced but at the same time, I appreciate people asking for more.
Next time, I'll give the context for this quote by my friend, Heavy Spy, enjoy!
"Maternity wards and psych wards are the same thing. They both have crazy people shouting."
Listening to: That stupid robot unicorn attack song always gets stuck in my head...
Also, my friend Yellow Piggy lent me the CD of a certain musical performance at school that I took duty for so everyone else could go see Yellow Piggy sing. Her acapella group sounds pretty awesome :)
Reading: Editing paper after paper after paper it seems... also the Angels Team Report, looking for hope
Playing: Starcraft 2 Beta, Pokemon HeartGold, Left 4 Dead 2... ALL AT THE SAME TIME!! (and in better quality with my new graphics card)
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