from pinky nails to pink

major moment of "what the hell"  occurred about two seconds ago.  i get on my browser to check my email and i have yahoo set to my homepage.  so yahoo always has little articles of news on its frontpage with pictures.  im sure you know what im talking about.  i see a picture of pink...the singer...hanging on some kind of a hammock while singing.  intrigued i read on.  and then i had to watch a video.  and then i had to ask myself...what the hell?

i guess my biggest problem is when i see adults swinging around in the air i cant get over the fact that im seeing what i see.  gymnastics included.  yeah i get it they are strong and can probably kick my ass but still...they swing and roll and prance.  for a living.  and we are all okay with it.

not me.  not anymore.

there is little excuse for people to swing around.  swing around with a mic extra weird.  swing around while singing and then splashing the crowd with water pouring over your body as you are spun around high in the air is just crazy weird.  some people in the crowd wear glasses.  glasses get wet.  god damn i hate when my glasses get wet.  (we wont talk about how i feel about windshields)  and who the hell wants to be splashed by the water coming off of someone elses body?  its like when you are at the gym and showering but someone starts showering next to you and you feel the water from their body hitting you.

pinks performance reminds me of when people (usually a sibling) washes their hands and then flicks water in your face before drying them.  totally uncalled for.

just like her show.

i surrender.

okay so here it is, my white flag.  after many attempts and struggles i just cant seem to understand why people grow their pinky nails.  so i give up.  ive had so many theories.  ive googled it.  i've yahoo questioned it.  ive wikipedia'd it.  i've failed.

see a part of me was slightly apprehensive to ask openly because i didnt want to embarrass myself if it was something that everyone should know and does know...minus me of course.  i initially asked a good friend or two who are growers.  one laughed and said dont worry about it.  so then im thinking its for crack and im not supposed to know about that... but then again there is NO way that friend does crack.  then i ask a little cousin of mine but the problem with that was it was ibe and he said that it was his "scratching claw."  wtf?   so i assumed only ibe maintains a scratching claw.  (he must have had a serious itch?)  well, now its public and screw the embarassment.  why should i be embarrassed when im clean and groomed?

my online research told me it could be some chinese good luck thing.  okay...but i know a lotta chinese people and no one i knew was growing one.  so while it may be true... i assume it could also be something like the typical "blame it on the chinese syndrome."  i hope not...but you never know.  the syndrome i refer to is basically when people say weird traditions/foods only come from china...like people in china eat cats or something.  messed up.

of course, as i mentioned before it could be crack related.  nothing like snorting coke from the under side of your grimy nails.  adds flavor.  not that crackheads care much for sanitation but crap does get under nails and the longer the nail the more crap.  thats my philosophy.  so while im sure its a blast to get high, why risk getting a head cold from inhaling microorganisms from your finger nails?  its high price to pay.  even if it is for crack then why do so many people who dont snort crack grow them too? 

so as it stands now my understanding is this.  crackheads for crack.  chinese for good luck.  and other people to flip pages while reading a book.  now if its a chinese crackhead who likes to read then that nail is pretty damn awesome.  especially if they are like ibe and occasionally get a serious itch.  scratch away ibs.

i thought about putting up a pic of a long pinky nail.  made me wanna throw up.

burn out or fizzle, the fun always ends.

damn.  i may hate window wipers but i sure love electric shaver animations.  theyre little cartoons.  im talking about the kinds that come on commercials to show how close the shave will be.  its so informative and you can see each blade cutting one hair at a time.  ive actually liked these commercials since i was a kid.  in fact, back then as soon as i saw a commercial was for a shaver id look forward to the cartoon part.  my all time fave was the one in which the hair would get pulled up, shaved, and then dropped deeper inside the skin to leave your face amazingly smooth.  i doubt it was able to perform such a miracle. 

personally, i do not like the shavers.  they mess up my skin.  they never show the part when im bleeding in the animation. 

and unrelated to all that is the fact that last night was another bizarre dream night.  well all i know is that it was weird.  it may have been depressing even.  good thing i dont remember it well.  

And not a poem today but a quote:

Herein lies the tragedy of the age: not that men are poor, -all men know something of poverty; not that men are wicked, -who is good?  not that men are ignorant, -what is Truth?  Nay, but that men know so little of men. (The Souls of Black Folk, W.E.B. Du Bois)

i cant believe that i was never required to read this book at any point in my education. 

"so it goes..."

when i review a patients medical history sometimes i get a little chill and i feel really bad for them when i see what they are going through.  obviously i dont treat these conditions as a dentist but i do become familiar with my patients' problems.  when an older patient brings a medication list one thing that bothers me a lot is seeing aricept.  not that i have a problem with the medication but...

there is one use of window wipers i like. but im not saying.

rain doesnt bother me.  yeah it gets you wet, makes it all dark and gloomy, and driving can be a little dangerous, but in the end i kinda like it.  it makes me feel like i am working really hard when i go out to do something or when i head out to work.  you know, like newman (as i know him from seinfeld) in jurassic park when its pouring rain and he is disabling all the security in jurassic park and he comes up to that place where his car gets stuck.  newman was def working hard in the rain until that dinosaur did that nasty neck spreading thing and squirted newmans face with venom.  speaking of jurassic park...i forget sometimes that samuel l jackson was in the movie.  it was def one of his best roles and mostly because he was talking with a cigarette in his mouth half the time.  "ah ah ah you didnt say the magic word, ah ah ah you didnt say the magic word"  those of you who were as fascinated as i was back in the day should remember those words...

but anyway...rain.  the only reason i brought all that rain stuff up is because there is one thing about it that does bother me.  even more bothersome than that stupid song by miley cyrus that played in downtown disney.  (something about a party.  and she says yeah yeah yeah in a weird but admittedly catchy way...in fact its stuck in my head right now as i wake up to go to work) and that thing is windshield wipers.  they make weird noises.  they have weird rythems.  they leave annoying areas un wiped.  gosh i hate those areas.  why cant they ever just clean that part?  especially the one that is usually a triangular type of shape, (maybe more like a shark fin) in the middle of the windshield near the dash.  i think i hate them so much and stare at them so much that if you only showed me that one shape, id probably be able to tell you which of the dozen or so cars we've owned in my lifetime it belongs to.  and when the rain ends but you dont notice it until your wipers are wearing out against a dry windshield...the worst.  but if you thought it cant get any worse, try sitting as a passenger in car when the driver is under/over using the wipers or when they forget to turn them off.

makes me want to vomit.  but not on the windshield.  then ill need the wipers.  i dont like window wipers.

punjabi has funny words

i still remember playing in our old house with my sister.  we were playing something with some kind of rope or yarn.  im not sure what the point was but we needed to tie a knot according to my sis.  anyway, i was anywhere from 3 to 5 years old and that was the first time i heard the word knot.  i thought it was the funniest word ever...had me cracking up .  i wasnt even sure what a knot was, but whatever it was... it sure sounded funny.  more recently  i was going through some punjabi words with a friend.  you see we try to improve our vocab and fluency by talking in punjaabi and at one point neither one of us could recall the word for family.  ulaad kept coming to us but we were pretty sure that was urdu.  (one of the problems with living in a home where both urdu and punjabi are spoken is that sometimes you lose track of which word is which language)  well we asked my friend's mom and she said "tubbur."  once again i found myself laughing hysterically.  and btw..."tid" sounds pretty funny too.  (that's punjabi for stomach for the non-punjabi folks).  and so it is my observation that punjabi has funny words.

onwards:

I whispered gently to my dying router,
The world is much different than here at home.
In fact Nate Wayne is hurting too.
They cannot be the ultimate goal.
Life will go on...eventually.

Older sister is using my computer in my room,
I have tried over and over to connect.

Basically, it is a really nice cue stick,
I shall test them out later. 
I kinda feel like ping pong too.

the history of thanksgiving poorly told

a few days back I tried explaining to my nanni what thanksgiving was.  it was hard.  it went kind of like this.

on thursday everyone has off from work and schools are closed.  ( i couldnt come up with a word for holiday) and everyone goes to their family's home and has a big dinner.  there is a special (khaas) kind of food made of something similar to chicken but bigger.

i felt like i did a bad job and so i tried again.  but of course my limited vocab made me repeat all the same stuff again. saying nonsense twice doesn't make it make any more sense.

And finally:

Three weeks to chill.
An entire years worth of fasting.
Oh if I could only go back,
Around the date of the incident,
A little chopping and cutting of bad people.

Later when boredom sets in,
Fill in any school related word.
Must practice sleeping on flannel sheets!
I have flannel balls stuck to me.
Serious problems getting the straw in the thing.