The Old School Lunch

[Nutella.]

First time i’ve had it and it was, as everyone has been saying, really good. Very, very rich but I just have to remember to go easy on the spread next time. But now I just want to make a crepe. For breakfast. Maybe with some fresh fruit. The one and only time I had a crepe was in 7th (10th, now that I clear the cobwebs) grade French class where our teacher had a bunch of these auto mini-crepe makers that you literally dip the heat-surface onto the batter and it didn’t look nearly as awesome as doing it by hand, but it did the job. After watching that, now I just want to get a big-ass heat-pan and practice that twirling motion so I can make some gigantic crepes.

[It’s not perfect, but]

This is why Yahoo! > Google. They do stuff like this.

Freedom Writers: During one montage late in the film (mild, mild spoiler) as the students are becoming more involved and serious about their academics…the classroom is split into two sides, men and women, and the “debate” if you can call it that, is “Misogyny and mayhem in Hip-Hop” at which point the boys’ side is yelling like hooligans to prove their point and then the girls start yelling like hooligans for the rebuttal. I mean finger pointing arms swingin’ yelling.

I didn’t think i’d see anything worse than when Tyra Banks had teen boy and girls separated into sides and have them argue teen sex issues (because men and woman all have the same opinions about everything) but this just takes that and goes a whole nother level by having them not just talk or actually debate, but just scream and yell all at the same time.

And all of this isn’t even mentioning the whole Holocaust plotline…

[Today in the shared kitchen/cafeteria.]

Jane: Oh yea, Janet always wore stilettos. This is a woman who would walk downtown on cobble roads in heels. But we can’t all do that. I gotta flat-foot it today.

Jamie: Yea, today for some reasons I just decided not to wear heels and Bob in accounting, the guy who never says anything, he goes “hey, you look shorter”! And I was like, “uhhhh, OK.”

Jane: Yea, that’s the thing…they make you look so tall and i’m already tall.

Jamie: I’m not even that tall, i’m about 5′10 and people still say that. My friend says that…but he’s short, like 5′8.

Jane: For my wedding, I had to find the shortest heels possible because my husband and I are the same height and I didn’t want to be taller than him, you know.

Jamie: Yea, it just looks weird otherwise.

[Now it’s just getting ridiculous.]

L: [Reading a case file] Oh god. Ugh.
Boss: ?
L: This poor kid, listen to this, he just moved to [city that’s far, far away from work] from [foreign nation].That place is a dump.
Boss: It’s not all bad, I grew up there!
L: […] OH! Yea, I know…but he talks about how there’s nothing to do there and the bus system there is terrible.
Boss: Yea.
L: I didn’t know you were from [city], I probably shouldn’t have said that!
Boss: [jokingly but perhaps sarcastically jokingly] You’re in trouble now!

One of my year-round resolutions is to not let one or two or three impressions/exchanges forever dictate what I think about a person. I too easily write people off in my personal and work life (and by “write off” in work life I don’t mean I ignore them because that’d be crazy) and I think it’s one of those things that I’ve always needed to work on. I shouldn’t allow this or that offensive comment to be the full picture of who someone is because god knows i’ve probably said some offensive things to people in and out of work that I didn’t know was offensive.

I bring it up because on a recent work visit trip with a co-worker, we were having what was otherwise a very good first conversation and she brought up a sensitive topic that she believes others are very callous about. This topic was about those who are incarcerated and she talked about how a loved one of hers was in jail and that not all people in jail are scumbags of the earth. Later, we got to talking about my old job and while I was describing some of the asshole characters at our shelter, I used the words “we had a lot of addicts, rapists, DV abusers, jail guys” to which she responded with a “…”

Yea. The conversation pretty much stopped right there.

But in my somewhat-defense, it’s the truth! Guys there, most of them have been in jail recently…many of them got there after being released from jail with nowhere to go!

I probably should have explained right after I said it.

[But what does it mean?!]

Someone who I haven’t talked to in a very long time emails me today out of the blue. Then I turn around and pop in some TV on DVD and on it, this person’s name is a new character that suddenly comes into town in a strangely similar sort of relationship that I have with this person. Hmmm.