one of my coworkers (who i'm particularly good friends with) has a name i'd never heard before working in my office: oaxaca. my brother in particular is amused by this as he enjoys both the cheese and the location. anyway, said coworker made reference to his middle initial this morning, and when i inquired as to what it stood for, this is the answer i got:



Amra is my middle name. See, when I was born, I didn't have a name (well, I had my secret name, but my parents hadn't picked out a known name for me yet). My dad was a huge fan of the Conan books. He started calling me Conan (funny that you were calling me that a few days ago). This drove my mother nuts. Then, they agreed--and probably the last thing they ever agreed on--to call me Oaxaca. My dad got to slip in Amra as my middle name. In the Conan books, a group of people Conan encounters name him Amra, which means Lion in their language. Since I'm a glorious Leo (born in August)--YES LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME, AM I NOT GLORIOUS????--and, according to the hippy charts my mom was into circa 1972 I'm a tripple Leo--YESYESYES I AM REGAL I AM WONDROUS I AM THE CENTER OF IT ALL AM I NOT GLORIOUS???--so, I'm sure it seemed appropriate without sounding to much like a fictitious comic book character to my mom.

And that's the story of Jesus.



...sometimes, i really don't mind coming to work in the morning.

gchat makes these conversations look kind of funny

Sean: i have a great story for you

me: oh yeah?

Sean: ready for it?

me: yes.

Sean: ok soi was on the subway yesterday going to the bowling allie

me: alley

continue

Sean: and like always i have my ipod on, but it isn't really loud. so i can hear the people around me and my music

me: right

Sean: i have it on more so that no one talks to me.

haha

Sean: so I stand in the doorway of the subway and i notice that the bench next to me has like 4 or 5 little black girls in bathing suits and like 2 moms sitting with them

the girls are like 4 to 7 years old
so the train is stopping and i notice the moms grabbing their bags and stuff. so i start moving out of the way

and i see all the little girls stand up and one of the girls takes an extra couple steps backwards and ends up about 2 feet from me

so she turns around and looks up at me and i smile back at her

the girl's face drops and it turns white

and she is just staring at me and starts yelling for her mom

and i can hear all of this but i have the ipod on so i am ignoring it

and i starting thinking... what the hell did i do

me: hahaha Sean: there wasn't even contact between us, she never came closer then 2 feet away from me

but i don't know what is runnign through her mind

me: did you like, get home, look in the mirror and realize you had your voldemort mask on the whole time or something?

Sean: yeah i start thinking like, do i have to actually talk to the mother or something and convince them that i didn't touch her.

me: oh my goodness

Sean: so she keeps saying "mom, mom, mom"

and her mom starts saying, "lets go, get off the train"

so she starts walking away and i hear "mom, spiderman, that was spiderman"

me: HAHAHAHA

Sean: hahahahhahaha

me: that's incredible
Sean: i was pretty pumped about it

...Like that firework over the freeway/I could stay here all day but that's not how you feel...

new haircut!

IT'S SO SHORT!

last day with long hair...

well, it happened

Favorite XKCD frame. Butterfly from Elizabeth. Poem from Oaxaca.
Regina Spector lyrics. CD from Aaron. Grade school photo of Linda. Love.