If I have to listen to this girl in my office and her self-indulgent tripe any longer, I am going to lose my mind. I wish I could say “Please shut up and get out of my office before I throw this stapler at your head. Thanks so much.” However, I cannot, so instead I’ll just play nice and nod my head and listen and pretend I am interested in her immature and silly blather.
Michael Pollan.
I find a lot of interesting articles and learn a lot about interesting people at work. We book public speakers for different companies and organizations and often we get requests for speakers for whom we have no information or knowledge. That is where I come in. In addition to several other computer and design related duties, I also do research, trying to track down these unknown people.
One of those is a guy named Michael Pollan, who I have become quite enamored with since I started researching him. I just read a brilliant article he wrote. I have slowly started eating meat again and this article made me feel like I was making the right choice.
Beep.
You know, I used to think those nextel walkie talkie phones were cool. But now, whenever I see or hear someone using one, usually some asshole walking down the street thinking he is so effing cool, I just want to kick him and say “Who the hell cares about you? You’re annoying, your phone is annoying, and you’re not that important. Get over it.”
Also, if one more person says to me “Don’t eat that! Look how many carbs it has! You gotta watch your carb intake!” I am going to lose it. You know what? Fuck off. Go eat your bacon wrapped butter sticks and leave me alone, okay?
So you know, Conan is taping his show this week in Toronto. And I sent away for tickets and but I didn’t get any. Which is okay, because I watched last night’s show and I gotta say it was pretty annoying. I mean, Conan was funny, but the people in the audience were pretty obnoxious. They wouldn’t shut up and they were all wearing Leafs jerseys and shouting idiotic things the entire time, looking like a bunch of morons. You’d think those stupid kids had never seen an American celebrity before. And it’s Conan, for chrissakes, not Superman or something.
I wish I could break myself of the habit of doing something rash or self-destructive when I feel hurt or betrayed, especially by someone close. Eh, what can you do.
Pop Culture
I am a pop culture addict. I simply cannot get enough of it. All the things I love and all the things I hate. My new favorite show on TV: Best Week Ever on VH1. All these different people (comedians and writers and quasi-celebrities) talk about the news of the week from pop culture. Many of the people on this show are the same ones from VH1’s I Love the ’70s and I Love the ’80s. I want to be on that show. I want to be a pop culturalist!
And of course, one of my most favorite magazines in the entire world is Entertainment Weekly, which is my bible. With a few rare exceptions, I read that book cover to cover every single week. I suppose I should be focusing my attention and energy on more productive and intelligently enlightening material, but I think that pop culture has its place and I do not think it has to be as dumb and silly as people make it seem. As a case in point, you should all check out this week’s issue of Entertainment Weekly and what they have to say about the Janet Jackson-Super Bowl incident. It was right on the mark.
The NHL All-Star weekend is over and I thoroughly enjoyed it. My favorite part is the Super Skills competition, which is always crazy and fun. And the jerseys went old school for the All-Stars game, which I appreciated. I really wish America valued hockey more. I honestly do not understand why someone would want to watch a lame basketball game over a professional hockey game, I really don’t, someone explain it to me. The Stanley Cup playoffs are a million times more exciting than any super bowl. Hockey players are better athletes and our games have fights, fast paced action up and down the ice, bodies and sticks and pucks flying everywhere, and quite simply the cutest boys on the planet. What more could you want?