Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Service

Servers have it rough going these days. Unlike the Japanese, who work sans tips, food service is all about the customer’s money. No matter how tired someone is or how run down, they still have to put on the smile and cheer for the sake of the consumer. Smile! even if that consumer is insulting you or behaving like a grown infant, complete with adult diapers, don’t ever lose that smile! If you lose the smile then you lose the money. If you lose the money then you lose eating dinner. If you lose your dinner then you lose your life. 

High School Favorite

The Great Gatsby, written by F. Scott Fitzgerald would be a favorite of mine from high school.  Although, not well versed in the roaring 20’s lifestyle, I found myself immersed within the story of a tragic love affair. A woman raised with money, married into money, and essentially obsessed with a stable lifestyle surrounded by money, who falls in love with an army boy who has no wealth to speak of. His lasting obsession with her built him an empire. That same empire would attract her but in the end, it was their obsessive love and escapism that led Gatsby to his death. A work of art!

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Driveway Police

Neighbors aren't the only enemies you need to watch out for but they can be the most annoying. As a woman living paycheck to paycheck, surviving on noodles and various other cheap processed foods, I’m able to confess to residing in a house falling apart not unlike most poor students. Although most college kids don’t have to share a one car driveway with the crew next door. My roommate is subjugated to parking on the street while our current neighbor’s obnoxiously huge truck forces me to take extreme steering maneuvers. Our previous neighbors threatened to call the police on anyone who parked in the driveway and definitely made a few individuals cry. Reality hurts, neighbors hurt, and so does being poor. 

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Anything Post #3.


Shredded cheese or nacho cheese? That is the question. For generations we've all been pondering which beats the other out in terms of deliciousness and I believe now is the time to bring it up. Certainly, different circumstances yield different cheeses. Chili should be enjoyed with a shredded cheese as most tacos should as well. Shredded cheese comes in varying flavors as well, such as mexican, cheddar, swiss, mozzarella, etc. Yet nacho cheese, all melted and gooey, goes perfect with literally everything that isn't a liquid. Pretzels, pizza, pita, you name it! All tastes euphoric with that nacho cheese. Okay, the answer here is obvious.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

What Makes A Good Story?

A good story isn’t just simply decided good. If we want to get philosophical then my cat taking a shit is a very detailed story, an epic if you would. In simple terms, a story to me is a happening from point A to point B. John tells me the story, “I went to the bathroom.” He got from wherever he was and went to the bathroom.  A good story has many points.  John tells me a cool story, “I went to bathroom but my pet iguana bit me in the face and I think it’s infected.” Much better story. 

Nail Polish Philosophy

What does nail polish do for us? These are the really important questions we should be asking ourselves as a species. We put varied colors on our living nails to make them look pretty. I can see the appeal of having colorful hands that everyone has to comment on or gush over, but my question is why? Maybe how? It’s been used for over several thousand years by a lot of different civilizations. That’s weird to me. Does that make sense to anyone else? Hi, I’m Min-Hyuk and today is 1456 BC, I’m twelve years old and now I think I’m gonna paint my nails blood red to impress the boys at the market. 

Friday, January 23, 2015

Introduction/Anything Post #1.

Blogger isn't nearly as relevant of an online community as, say, Tumblr, Twitter or Facebook. Blogger is more of the Seattle to Portland's Tumblr but also like Seattle, Blogger has been recently out shined by these growing communities full of weeaboos and poets, and the “discovery” of human sexuality. None of that would seem relevant if it’s been noticed that Blogger/Seattle and all the online blogs/cities that predated it offered all the same outlets and all the same clubs and have all been out shined one way or another. Blogger, established at a point in time that I didn't care enough to look up, I salute you. Seattle, established in 1851, I really enjoyed your fish market.