Chocolate Rain kid kind of creeps me out. I believe he's probably a sweet boy -- but this voice shouldn't come out of him.

This video has over 12 million views. Video is killing the radio star.

"Chocolate Rain" Original Song by Tay Zonday

This makes one of my top 10 favorite viral YouTubes of 2007.
Ohh wow...



More to come as I count down.

I’ve been pretty bored lately.

The boredom could come from the cold of the winter. It also might be the fact that a number of my friends are low when it gets dark and chili, so I’m spending more time alone. But I am bored.

“If you’re bored, you’re boring...” one of my cousins tells her kids when they complain.

But I’m not boring, I know this. I have a ton of projects at my apartment that I work on, I invite people over, I workout at the Y about 5 times a week (and say hello to the regulars there), I’m usually busy all weekend long, I see friends, I see family, I see book club girls, I see stitch n bitch-ers, I’m not adverse to doing things alone (I’ll head to a party on my own, or the coffee shop, or grab some food) AND I’m working on the most challenging work project I’ve ever been part of. When I break down my shoots from this last summer and fall – they are certainly not boring...and the travel I got to be part of was extremely fulfilling. All of this is exciting. Yet still, at the end of the day, I’m flat.

The work stuff is slowing down and I’m craving to keep the busy pace.
The friends are retreating inside for “movie nights” and I want to keep pounding the strip.

I think I need something new, which could bring up some big changes.

Deleting

Lately I’ve been really into deleting.
Emails, email addresses, phone numbers, photos, old letters I’ve saved…and actually most of my closet.

Anything I don’t need, I’m quickly getting rid of.

One thing I REALLY don’t need to hang on to are things that make me feel bad or stir up old ghosts. That’s where deleting the phone numbers, emails and photos come in. I don’t need to see numbers in my phone of old friends that I always call first and it takes months to get a call back. I don’t need phone numbers of my ex’s family members. And I don’t need ex-boyfriends or flings contact info anymore either. It’s trouble to have anyways.

This might sound bitter, but it isn’t. It actually seems really positive.

Get rid of stuff that makes you feel bad. That should be obvious.

I've dialed out for a while. The last month has been busy.

My time has been spent:
Filming a DBS Brain Surgery in Atlanta
Running the Thanksgiving Turkey Trot with Nadine
Christmas Knitting Projects
Watching Episodes of The Office (US version, I've never watched)
Seeing Shows
A Couple Dates
YWCA
Drinking at Town Talk Diner
Book Club
Stitch n Bitch
Avoiding the Cold

I’m cranky today.

As a budget conscious late 20-something, I’ve been trying to stick with a ritual of making a large batch of something delicious on Sunday’s and eating through it for lunches during the week.

In the spring and summer it’s usually salads. In the fall and winter it’s soups.

I made the worst soup ever yesterday. It was a huge pot of Potato, Garlic, Leek soup. It tastes super gross and feels like baby food.

However, I spent enough money on the groceries that I can’t toss it and the point isn’t to give it away. So I’m planning on gagging it down.

At lunch today, the colleagues I ate with were eating fantastic hot sandwiches from the skyway. I was eating my baby food.

Wahhh.

Here is physical evidence that I cleaned my closet last week.

The coolest thing I read about today was the XO Laptop.

MIT media/technology guy, Nicholas Negroponte, developed a laptop for about $200 with the mission of giving kids in developing nations computers. These are kids that most likely don't have access to computers or technology in their schools.
The review of the machine is that it's pretty great. These laptops won't be sold to the US -- but until Nov. 26th the US and Canada can get one if they donate another to a child in a developing nation. Total cost is $399 plus shipping, with a $200 tax deductible donation. Laptopgiving.org helps you do that.



I think it's a smart idea. If I had the money I'd donate. But since I don't, I emailed my parents about this amazing opportunity to help children that need them. :)

Columbia students bravely face second week of diet...err, hunger strike protest with laptop computers, lamps, a water heater, music speakers, a Facebook page, text-message updates and shelter at the nearby Malcolm X lounge in case it rains...

A Week Into the Columbia Hunger Strike



The hunger strike has already seen it's share of heartache. On Monday, student Aretha Choi collapsed in the library.
It seems Aretha isn't new to this particular form of protest. She recently spoke to Asian-American women's magazine Audrey for an April story about her longtime struggle with anorexia. I guess you meet them where ever you go...

The Associated Press reported a great story today.

8 cows escaped from a trailer out the back gate when the driver pulled into a Utah McDonald's. Apparently it took hours to wrangle the cows and get them back.

What's missing from the report is whether the driver went into McDonald's and ate anyways. I think if he did -- he should probably expect some bad karma. I would.

This story reminded me of one I followed as a young News Director at Radio K over 5 years ago.

Another cow wasn't happy about her fate. In February of 2002 a cow escaped from Ken Meyer Meats in Camp Washington and traveled to Clifton's Mt. Storm Park, ripping up lawns and stopping traffic along the way. She was on the run for 11 days (!!!). During these days she was hit by tranquilizer darts, cornered in parks, loaded into holding pens, and jumped at by animal handlers -- but she jumped the fences, broke the holding pens, ran with the tranquilizer darts hanging off of her and broke a couple legs of the professional handlers.

Eventually enough tranquilizers stopped her and she was returned to her farm. She now lives in Watkins Glen Animal Sanctuary, a very large farm where approximately 1,000 animals live out their lives in total peace. Her name became Cinci Freedom. That’s silly I know – but it was a really great story.

I love it when nature has a way of making a point.



I remember myself and my Radio K news volunteers tuned into the “Cinci” story religiously. Which, I have to say, in a newly post 911 Newsroom was a really bright and fluffy thing to focus on.

My news interests have gotten much more serious now, especially since I’ve started working on health documentaries. But I truly think the odd human interest stories are very overlooked, and possibly the most symptomatic of everyday life.

There is no X in Espresso

I get a kick out of people saying funny things. Especially when they believe they are right. I’m not a snob. I’d actually call myself forgiving and patient. I rarely make fun of people, and I feel terrible for weeks if I’ve made someone feel bad. But the true imp in me giggles privately when I meet a know-it-all that makes mistakes.

As a former Coffee Barista, one of the most irritating questions I encountered was, “can I get a French Vanilla Cappuccino?” My skin would crawl. I’d do anything to keep from having the customer hear my sigh. I knew exactly what they wanted -- a sweet hot drink that tasted like a cross between vanilla ice cream, hot chocolate and a splash of coffee. I’d take a breath and politely ask the question I really wanted to know, “Are you used to a cappuccino from the machines at a gas station?”

Most of the time, if the customer was honest, the answer was yes. Then I could conclude that this guest might not be able to handle the taste of a real cappuccino, even if there was a shot of vanilla flavoring. And really, what makes a vanilla cappuccino French (nothing, it’s supposed to sound fancy)?

“What’s EX-presso? It’s just really strong coffee, right?”
“Not exactly ma’am, and there’s actually no ‘X’ in the word espresso.”
“You mean EX-presso?”
“No ma’am espresso.”
“Ex-Spresso?”
“ES-Spresso”
“Whatever, can you make a French Vanilla Cappuccino?”
(sign) “Yes, I can make one of those.”

They’d usually want to send it back. Complaining that there was too much froth and that it didn’t taste like French Vanilla Cappuccino.

Today, my Puerto Rican Grandma Carmen told me “do not let go of your pigeon even if there are 100 others around.”

It came out of nowhere – but I’ve been thinking about it since.

“Alright Mima, I won’t let go of my pigeon.”

I’m not in a relationship – so this isn’t a ‘chasing after other fish in the sea’ kind of comment.

It might be about work. It might be about valuing friends and family. It might be about Minneapolis. It’s most likely about Minneapolis...

Goals

1. Keep running through the winter
2. Show up to book club with books read
3. Knit something other than a scarf or hat this winter
4. Drink less during the work week
5. More friend time
6. Less work hours
7. Take on a new freelance project (keeping goal 6 in mind)
8. Update resume
9. Sift through crap in apartment
10. More non-work writing