With events for the Track & Field World Championship currently underway in Germany, there’s been much discussion surrounding many of the competitors. Since his record-breaking wins at the 2008 Olympics, there was the expected talk about Jamaica’s Usain Bolt who once again shattered records when he ran an astonishing 9.58 seconds in the men’s 100 meters dash on Sunday (see video). But as exciting a runner as he is to watch, speculation has momentarily shifted away from him to South African teen, Caster Semenya, and not for any good reason.
After the first-time competitor’s win in the women’s 800 meters event earlier this week, officials are once again questioning the sex of the athlete who was to be subjected to a battery of gender-verification tests but have yet to produce the results (read story). Looking at Semenya’s photo, it’s not hard to see why people are confused. There is nothing distinctly feminine about her(?) from her physical appearance to her(?) deep voice and her(?) mannerisms. However, immediate proof for me lies in the underarm hair. I’ve seen underarm hair like that before but it wasn’t on any woman. But of course everyone is different so I'll just have to wait and see what the test results reveal. Happy Thursday!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Texting Woes
I received a rather unpleasant surprise when I checked my text usage and found that I had leeway to send just over forty more texts over the next two weeks when my new billing cycle starts. I would be okay with this if I hadn't become mildly addicted to texting. I've gotten used to having entire conversations with several people on any given day. A complete turnaround considering that I find texting to be fairly impersonal. But it does have its advantages. In any case, the past few days have certainly been a lesson in moderation as I've had to be careful about sending unnecessary texts. Maybe I could have paced myself a little better if I had read this article about annoying text habits beforehand but I sincerely doubt it. Happy texting!
Friday, August 14, 2009
NYC Commute: An Experience
If you live in New York City, you’re bound to see/encounter at least one crazy/interesting thing throughout your day, almost every day. From the subway performers who insist on getting a performance in on a crowded train during rush hour to the homeless people who treat subway cars like their personal living space. As undesirable as their presence often is, they help to keep New York interesting and lend credence to the phrase “never a dull moment” that so aptly describes my city. And, as much as I might wish I owned a car during the times when they disturb my commute, they are mildly harmless and tolerable. It’s really the unstable commuters that you have to be aware of. And steer clear of.
My experience with “crazies” has been plentiful but there are a few that stand out in my mind. I should mention the baldheaded lady who was combing her head with a comb and alternatively mumbling to herself and cursing at another commuter. It was catching the tail end of their encounter that got me started thinking about the guy who is currently wanted for masturbating on the train as well as my own experiences. Not nearly as exciting as some of the other stories I’ve heard but once, I inadvertently offended a homeless man begging for change on a No.1 train. As the train was crowded, he had a somewhat difficult time making his way from one end of the train and by the time he got to where I was standing at the other end—practically straddling a pole—I instinctively leaned back from both the closeness and from the smell. More than the serious stink, I hated having my personal space invaded and he must have known that the way to punish me for the slight was to stand very close to me, staring at me for at least a minute (a minute never felt that long). But as uncomfortable as that minute was, it wasn’t as bad as the guy who asked me for a quarter and cursed at me for several minutes because I refused to give it to him. Or, the man who sat with his legs spread-eagle then complained that I was touching him when I squeezed as small as I could into a seat on one side of him. Knowing that I shouldn’t engage him, I immediately popped out of my seat and moved to stand in the middle of the train, where his curses followed me. I didn’t realize that I had remained tense until I felt myself relax when he exited the train a few stops later.
Unfortunately, it’s not always easy to avoid situations such as these but there are clues that I was aware of and ignored. First, if there are lots of empty seats around someone on an otherwise crowded train, chances are you want to ignore your desire to sit, at least until seats open up elsewhere. The mumbling is more obvious, although some people will wait until you are comfortably seated before starting up. Don’t try to tough it out as those who engage in this type of behavior seemingly only need a target in which to focus the “crazy.” And then, sometimes for no apparent reason at all, someone has decided that you’re it. I find that the most important thing is to be aware of what’s going on around me. That way, I can enjoy living in this great city without subjecting myself to too much of the unpleasantness. Happy commuting!
My experience with “crazies” has been plentiful but there are a few that stand out in my mind. I should mention the baldheaded lady who was combing her head with a comb and alternatively mumbling to herself and cursing at another commuter. It was catching the tail end of their encounter that got me started thinking about the guy who is currently wanted for masturbating on the train as well as my own experiences. Not nearly as exciting as some of the other stories I’ve heard but once, I inadvertently offended a homeless man begging for change on a No.1 train. As the train was crowded, he had a somewhat difficult time making his way from one end of the train and by the time he got to where I was standing at the other end—practically straddling a pole—I instinctively leaned back from both the closeness and from the smell. More than the serious stink, I hated having my personal space invaded and he must have known that the way to punish me for the slight was to stand very close to me, staring at me for at least a minute (a minute never felt that long). But as uncomfortable as that minute was, it wasn’t as bad as the guy who asked me for a quarter and cursed at me for several minutes because I refused to give it to him. Or, the man who sat with his legs spread-eagle then complained that I was touching him when I squeezed as small as I could into a seat on one side of him. Knowing that I shouldn’t engage him, I immediately popped out of my seat and moved to stand in the middle of the train, where his curses followed me. I didn’t realize that I had remained tense until I felt myself relax when he exited the train a few stops later.
Unfortunately, it’s not always easy to avoid situations such as these but there are clues that I was aware of and ignored. First, if there are lots of empty seats around someone on an otherwise crowded train, chances are you want to ignore your desire to sit, at least until seats open up elsewhere. The mumbling is more obvious, although some people will wait until you are comfortably seated before starting up. Don’t try to tough it out as those who engage in this type of behavior seemingly only need a target in which to focus the “crazy.” And then, sometimes for no apparent reason at all, someone has decided that you’re it. I find that the most important thing is to be aware of what’s going on around me. That way, I can enjoy living in this great city without subjecting myself to too much of the unpleasantness. Happy commuting!
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Thursday, August 13, 2009
Sexy Hair Day/Rain Day
There’s a saying, ‘when you look good you feel good, that really should be ‘when your hair looks good you feel great.’ For me, at least. I can usually throw some decent outfits together but if the hair is not right, I’m not at 100%.
So, I’ve been having a pretty okay week and knew the thing that would make it even better is a wash and blow-dry at a neighborhood salon. Can I do this at home? Sure, but it would take an inordinate amount of time to get it to some semblance of normal. I love having a thick head of hair but maintaining it is not an easy job! And rather than sexy hair, I usually manage big hair. Not the worst thing but…my hair has more potential.
Unfortunately, Mother Nature has other plans because from what I hear, heavy rains are on the agenda throughout the day. I am not one of those lucky few who escape unscathed (frizz galore) after being out in undesirable weather (humidity, rain etc) so I’m going to try my hardest to keep the sexy hair in place while enjoying the rainy weather.
So, I’ve been having a pretty okay week and knew the thing that would make it even better is a wash and blow-dry at a neighborhood salon. Can I do this at home? Sure, but it would take an inordinate amount of time to get it to some semblance of normal. I love having a thick head of hair but maintaining it is not an easy job! And rather than sexy hair, I usually manage big hair. Not the worst thing but…my hair has more potential.
Unfortunately, Mother Nature has other plans because from what I hear, heavy rains are on the agenda throughout the day. I am not one of those lucky few who escape unscathed (frizz galore) after being out in undesirable weather (humidity, rain etc) so I’m going to try my hardest to keep the sexy hair in place while enjoying the rainy weather.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
I'm Back!
Ok, so I never really went anywhere but I was on a short hiatus from the blogging community (and everything else is my life apparently). I’m back now, admittedly with nothing especially new to contribute, just an enthusiasm to throw myself into being a regular blogger once again. I guess I should offer up some kind of explanation as to why I’ve been “away” so here goes:
Since I’m a very private person, very few people know when I am going through “things” and although I won’t go into details here, suffice it to say that this was one of those times. In hindsight, it seems that I’ve been heading to this point for a while now but just like a deer in headlights, I couldn’t get out of the way fast enough. However, I look at my experiences as badges of honor and have very little that I regret in my life. For every experience, I learn something new about myself. Unfortunately, it seems I have to learn some lessons over and over for them to finally sink in but dare I say it, I’m better for them. So what did I learn? Well, that’s something I’m keeping close to my chest while I overanalyze some more but I’m happy to get back to something that I enjoy doing.
Since I’m a very private person, very few people know when I am going through “things” and although I won’t go into details here, suffice it to say that this was one of those times. In hindsight, it seems that I’ve been heading to this point for a while now but just like a deer in headlights, I couldn’t get out of the way fast enough. However, I look at my experiences as badges of honor and have very little that I regret in my life. For every experience, I learn something new about myself. Unfortunately, it seems I have to learn some lessons over and over for them to finally sink in but dare I say it, I’m better for them. So what did I learn? Well, that’s something I’m keeping close to my chest while I overanalyze some more but I’m happy to get back to something that I enjoy doing.
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