Letters to my Classmates part 2

Dear Silent Asian boy (yes I did call you boy. You must be over 100 pounds to be a man):

I've never heard you speak, but I'm not sure I want to after seeing that hello kitty key chain on your backpack. Every time I see you I have this urge to bake all kinds of deserts. And I don't even know how to bake!! I just want to feed you pie and cheesecake and brownies and pudding. You need some meat and potatoes. Mashed, baked, chopped, boiled, fried, anyway you want! Just eat something. please. Food is so delicious, how have you resisted it your whole life? Now I would be slightly more understanding, if you were to reveal that you really ARE 12, and all prepubescent boys are this size. But sadly I think I'll be waiting a long time for that answer.

-Girl with all the baked goods behind you

Letters to my Classmates Part 1

Dear Dirty Hippie boy: (no, your scarf and jewelry don't project an image of confidence, it screams masculinity crisis)

When you bob your head to the tune of the socialist feminist masquerading as teacher in our class it makes me want to scream. Your ugly ponytail and Birkenstocks don't disguise the empty space in your head where rationality and a sense of patriotism should reside. Next time you bring hemp milk or soy tea to class, I might just dump it on your organic recycled notebook. And since you limit yourself to only responding in a 100% politically correct manner, your comments in class are blatant evidence of your brainwashed and unoriginal identity. Learn to think for yourself and maybe you will find that something intelligent will come out of your mouth.

-The conservative girl sharpening a knife behind you

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Coffee with Plato

Well I'm in a cafe again. I just cant resist coffee these days. I'm sitting here chuckling as I drink my Americano and read Plato. You see, Plato was actually pretty funny. I know he is an ancient dead white man and the people who determine political correctness these days claim we are supposed to abandon the DWMs, but I cant help it! (Plus why are all westerners considered white! Italians, Spaniards, and Greeks are European and they aren't white! Why should western history, by this most people mean European and United States, be despised simply because it was successful. Just because Europeans developed the technology and governing system to conquer and colonize the world doesn't mean that all European descendants should be guilty of harboring superiority complexes and a desire for world domination.)

Ok, back on track- Plato- funny guy. smart too. so let me just show you this hilarious part---

Ok Socrates and this dude Meno are chatting about virtue--

"Socrates: You are outrageous, Meno. You bother an old man to answer questions but you yourself are not willing to recall... Even someone who is blindfolded would know from your conversation that you are handsome and still have lovers

Meno: How so?

Socrates: Because you are forever giving orders in a discussion, as spoiled people do, who behave like tyrants as long as they are young. And perhaps you have recognized that I am at a disadvantage with handsome people so I will do you the favor of an answer."

HA! isnt that great? here they are going on about the nature of virtue and whether or not it can be taught and then S goes off on M about being better looking!

OMG

So. Funny.

Now that my strange sense of humor has scared you away, I'll just sit here quietly and order another pastry.

Stranger on the Street

Hey I had one of those! (pointing in my general direction as I put away my phone)
Really?
Yea I like your boots
Thanks
You know I'm a Scorpio Libra
Really
Yea I was trying to get a scorpion necklace from this guy in San Francisco. And you know what he sold me?
What
A fucking dragon with 3 claws!
Really?
Yea a DRAGON! You know what a scorpion is? You know, goes like this (hand motion wavy and snaping)
Yes I know what a scorpion is
So I asked this guy "who are you?" and he said "I'm a Druid" and I was like "WHAT?" I'm like Druids are only in fucking fairy tales right?
Yea that's right
So my girlfriend. We were in San Francisco. And she started smoking meth amphetamine! And I was like "Get out. Get out of my apartment!" it's crazy you know!
Yep
California man... You know I'm like a care giver. Yea my mother was too. She liked the church. A lot. She was a nun. My mother was a nun.
Oh really?
Yea..

This guy who started talking to me on the street. He had on a time-turner necklace from Harry Potter. He also had a cross with Jesus on it. And multiple bandannas hanging from his pocket. He had on reflective blue sunglasses and long curly black hair.

Donald Where's your Trousers?

I like this song. It's called Donald Where's your Trousers. It's a Scottish Folk song.

1. I've just come down from the Isle of Skye,
   I’m no very big and I'm awful shy,
   And the lassies shout when I go by,
   " Donald where’s your troosers."
   
   Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,
   Through the streets in my kilt I'll go,
   And all the lassies shout hello
   Donald where'syour troosers.
2. A Lassie took me to a ball
   And it was slippery in the hall
   And I was feart that I would fall
   Fur I hadnae on ma' troosers
   Chorus
3. I went down to London Town
   And I had some fun in the underground
   The ladies turned their heads around
   Saying "Donald where's your troosers".
   Chorus
4. To wear the kilt is my delight
   It isna wrong, I know its right
   The islanders would get a fright
   If they saw me in the troosers
   Chorus
5. They'd like to wed me everywan
   Just let them catch me if they can
   You cannae tak’ the breeks aff a Hielan’ man
   And I don't wear the troosers
   Chorus

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kd_Zgla48g4

:)

Coffee for me

• At this very moment I am sitting in a new coffee shop on Newbury St. Like most of the commercial world in American cities, this shop has gone environmental. In fact it is called Natural Bean Organic Coffee! Personally I am not an excellent judge of coffee because I am a fairly new member of the coffee drinking population. Despite this limitation, my free cup of organic coffee seems mediocre. Perhaps my conscious distaste for the organic hippies taking over the streets is projecting onto the coffee, or maybe it really isn't that good. Either way, I am silently dissatisfied with my entire experience here.
• The small basement level cafe has potential to be great, however it is ruined by the bulletproof-glass surrounding old burlap coffee bags which decorate the walls combined with a strange ceiling... Art? I'm not even sure what to call the awkward oval of scattered environmentalist words over my head.
• I'm also not sure why I am staying here... There are two women sitting here in the small seating area, as well as a couple other students who are quietly working. The two women are talking extremely loudly and answering phone calls which provokes even louder erratic conversation. How rude. Did no one ever teach these women how to behave in public areas?
• Recently I have been trying to figure out why some people are so unaware of their surroundings. Or perhaps they are simply unwilling to behave with etiquette. As these women chatter on, I try to give a not so discrete glare to the one facing my direction. My multiple attempts fail. I'm glaring at a brick wall.
• Literally.
• One thing I have always loved about the architecture in Boston, is all the exposed brick. The jagged red blocks hold up the low ceiling and form the steps leading into the café. The yellow gravelly mortar adds a beautiful element to what could have been an ugly, plain plaster wall (if a modern architect had gotten to it).
• I have been pondering the thought of opening my own café recently. I was in the Mississippi Mud House in St. Louis when a friend brought up the idea. In this particular café, I saw a shelf with a bunch of books on it for sale. I found this rather uncommon feature of a café intriguing. Titles from Moby Dick to War and Peace were available in old hardback editions, all appearing straight out of grandfather’s classic library or the back shelf in a used bookstore.
• When I was in The Mud House in New York City, I had the pleasure of drinking my orange juice out of a jam jar. How creative! As I have been traveling around and seeing numerous coffee shops I have been mentally designing a list of memorable features and notes... As I sit listening to Eartha Kitt, I think I can see this happening someday.

Men

I just saw the movie Gran Torino. It is so refreshing to see a movie about a true MAN. The character Walter Kowalski is unapologetic, brave, strong, masculine, honest, and proud. It is rare to find this type of character in the modern film industry, much less in modern society. The more popular character is a man who is either a playboy or a gangster. Walt drinks American beer, drives an American car, and worked in an American company. Finally there is a movie that doesn't go straight into the popular modern attitude of hating America, but rather shows an image of a man who is faithful to the United States. He is a man who fought for his country and he is unashamed of voicing his opinions.
His vocabulary of racist, offensive slurs fits in with his attitude towards life. His caring, fatherly side surfaces when he teaches Thao, the boy next door how to be a man. Walt does not baby Thao, he tells him exactly what he thinks and exactly what Thao needs. While this approach to guidance may be seen as harsh or cruel by others, I think that it is a clear example of masculinity. A role model doesn't have to be politically correct, socially acceptable, or even friendly to be effective. Walt is territorial, defensive, blunt, and judgmental however he is the man who Thao can look up to. He is the hero, the father, the protector and the friend.