I got some new shoes at Fleet Feet yesterday….

November 30, 2009

here I am making fun of my mother, who loves to start her emails with half the body of the email written in the subject line.  Or sometimes she’ll put something like a question in the subject header, such as “when do you leave for your trip?” and then continue with the rest of her email in the actual message section.  Last time she did that, she emailed my sister with the header “when do you leave on your trip?” and then continued with other mumbo jumbo in the message box.  Stretchneck (Jean’s nickname) did not respond to her question and then my mother had to re-ask the question a few emails out, obviously flustered that Jean had not responded.  Clearly, you need to be vigilant when reading my mother’s emails and pay attention to details such as what is in the subject line.  Usually I’ll just put a simple “hi” if it’s a bullshitting email or the topic of the email like “weekend” when I am trying to make weekend plans.  Not Mom.  Half the email can sometimes be contained in the subject header alone.  So keep that in mind if you ever end up emailing my mother.

So to continue on with my subject header, yes, I had to bring back the cut up Asics since my bunion (a.k.a. carbuncle) was still hurting me even with all of the overlay removed.  Oh well.  I decided just to go with some Nikes which I know do not hurt the carbuncle.  Unfortunately, I bought this version of the Nikes about 3 years ago, and since then, they have updated the shoe.  Unfortunately, they have updated the shoe so that there is not as much room in the heel area.  I had to buy some inserts as well to give the shoe more stability.  So now with the inserts, my heel basically feels like it’s coming out of the shoe, even though I tripple freak show laced those suckers up and made them ultra tight.  The shoes blow.  I am going to give it a few more weeks and see if my feet settle in at all, but so far it is just annoying.  My socks bunch up and end up at the base of my foot within a few minutes of walking in them, and clearly I will end up with some intense blisters when I run.  I really don’t know what to do if these shoes don’t work though.  On the one hand, I can’t try every single shoe known to man to find one that doesn’t hurt the carbuncle!  I may try to find the old version of these Nike’s online or something, even though they don’t make them anymore, like a quick ebay search.  Please wish me luck.  I really can’t take much more of this.  I just want to be able to run!  😀

Sidebar:  If you don’t watch Curb Your Enthusiasm, you need to.  This show is drop dead hysterical.  Larry David is pretty damn offensive and I actually just spoke to a few people this past weekend who are banning it because of episode 6 or 7 in which he pisses on a picture of Jesus by mistake.  I mean, seriously folks?  It’s not that serious!  The last episode I just watched on demand was the golf course ep…hillllllarious.  Please check it out if you haven’t already.

Sidebar II:  “We are a blog!”  I’m quoting my mother from the UConn tailgate this past weekend.  Everyone is all excited that I’m blogging now, and we were laughing about something ridiculous at the tailgate, and Mom comes out with that line.  As if all blogs are about people who live Seinfeld episodes.  We are a blog!!!!  Good one, Moms.

Sidebar III:  Budget seasons starts in half an hour.  So I am apologizing early if I don’t have any good posts this week.  If I have time and definitely if I need a break from the madness, I will post.  I’m sure I will need a stress reliever of some sort, and that something ridiculous will happen, so stay alert.  I may surprise you.  So long for now…

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all Asians look alike

October 23, 2009

I swear my life is a walking Seinfeld episode.  That or I’m Larry David from Curb, but not an ass hole like he is.  I don’t even know where to begin with this story, but let’s take it back to this summer when I was at Goody’s one weekend.  Goody’s, for those of you who live in a cave, is a pizza/ice cream/sandwich shop in Clarendon that serves late night food for the party crowd and is also open all day.  This could be an entirely separate blog post but basically the owners are my parents away from home and are amazing people.  That being besides the point, one night over the summer my friend Alex (girl..pen name) and I went to Goody’s late one evening to grab a slice or two after the bar.  We take up our usual spot at a table, and somehow or another these two random dudes walk in, and next thing I know, I’m arm wrestling the Asian one.  No idea how this even came about, but long story short, I beat him fair and square (not even kidding…we all know I am reigning arm wrestling champ).  So the Asian (he asked to be called “Big D” in this blog, which is ironic since I beat him at arm wrestling, but who am I to judge?) and I become friends and the rest is history.

So let’s fast forward to Pete’s bday party a few weekends ago.  Everyone and their mother makes an appearance, including all relevant parties in this story: Alex, Big D, and Felipe (who is also Asian…I know, you would have guessed Spanish).  Alex had met Big D the night of the arm wrestling match at Goody’s.  At the bday party, she approaches Felipe and says “you’re the arm wrestling guy!” and asks if he wants to arm wrestle.  So what Alex did, in this insance, was confuse Felipe (an Asian) for Big D (another Asian), even though they look nothing alike.  Thanks for the material Alex.

So as I mentioned in an earlier post, the girl the ex dated after me was at the party that night and was texting the ex, who relayed to me that she stated that there was a tall black dude and an Asian at the party.  Apparently the ex thinks I have only one Asian and one tall black friend, so named who he thought these two individuals to be based simply on the description that she saw a tall black guy and an Asian.  [Blog: tall black guy = Tyrone, Asian = Hung]. This is about how it went down via text: “You were at a birthday party.  Tyrone and Hung were there.”  Neither of these people were at the party, which I found amusing.  So basically, Felipe was mistaken for both Big D and Hung in one night.  Good stuff right there.

So Big D just told me last night he was at a club and a black guy walked into the bathroom and mistook him for another Asian guy.  This type of thing is happening left and right.  Is there a term for this?  Are people who make this mistake racist?  Or is it simply a stereotype that all Asians and black people look alike?  I happened to look this up, and one article termed it “stereotypical homogenization.”  Deep.  Doing this research, I came across something stating that there is actually an Office episode called “All Asians Look Alike.”  I feel honored knowing that I am blogging about the same topic as an episode of The Office; not only that, but we came up with the same exact title.  Adding producing to the career option list.