My Clueless Moment

Dear Gentle and also Aggressive readers:

Before My Clueless Moment, I must share the following. You can call it a jealous moment.
Inside a Mexican hair salon today, I quickly glanced at the TV. There was a TV show on called Se Vale, (it is the first time I have seen it. The link is below. It is on Televisa):
Se Vale T.V. show
So, you are probably wondering WHY is n.d.h. writing about: some cheesy show?
Because I was momentarily transfixed by what I saw.
On the screen there was an Asian woman in a sparkly, clingy black leotard doing gymnastics inside a huge ring, with a big smile on her face that said: "EVERYONE should do gymnastics inside a huge ring... if you don't, there is something wrong with you."

Although I briefly wondered, "why does this show even exist??????????????????????????????" ( question mark overload ), I was briefly jealous of the flexible Asian woman, and I WANTED TO DO GYMNASTICS INSIDE A HUGE RING.
My Clueless Moment:
I was standing outside with a couple of neighbors(during a HUGE storm with hail), when one of them started talking about a drink.
I believe that it was called the "Gorilla Fart" (I do not make this stuff up!)
The neighbor stated that the makers of the drink usually put Wild Turkey in it. Apparently Wild Turkey is a type of Bourbon, and I did not know that.
A man in his late 30's or early 40's, who wears 2 earrings, drives a convertible and lives in the next building, put his hand on my shoulder and said, "You Don't Drink That Much, Do You, SUGAR?????????????"
I think I laughed. However, in hindsight my clueless moment would have been slightly funnier if I would have said: "not everyday, like you," which is actually what I was thinking.
The man in his 30s or 40s went on to say that he and his friends are "lushes on the weekends."

Again... I do not make anything up.

I would tell you what I have been listening to, but unfortunately I keep hearing a Rihanna song OVER and OVER...
maybe I will switch to classical.

Why not send a friend the north dallas homegirl link as a FUN surprise. you can do it right now.

Love,
your devoted blogger,
Alice

5 hour energy ... Did You Drink Yours Today ?

GENTLE READERS:

Here is my random story for May 17. Call it TUESDAY MOANIN' if you must:
Last Wednesday I was in The Learning Center (a tutoring place) at Richland College. A tired student who was waiting for a Writing Tutor came and sat near me.

He was kind of chubby, black, and maybe 20 years old. He was wearing TOO much cologne. He said he was "from London."
A few minutes later he began talking to one of the Writing Tutors. While commenting about what he had consumed that day, he said, "Someone gave me this," and pulled out a small bottle of 5 Hour Energy. He said it was the first time he had had it. The Writing Tutor (a lady in her 40s, with a conservative, weird haircut) told the chubby man the 5 Hour Energy "clogs your arteries," which I don't think is totally accurate.

So, bringing the focus back to me:
I was thinking, who gave the chubby London man the 5 Hour Energy? If it was a friend, who just hands out bottles of 5 Hour Energy to their friends? Who hands out bottles of 5 Hour Energy to ANYONE? He said it did not taste good.

I guess he was still thirsty. A few minutes later, the chubby guy saw me drinking a diet Dr. Pepper and asked me if I wanted to buy him a drink (Silly Question). I said, "NOT REALLY!!" and then, "do you want to buy me one?"
The 5 hour energy drinker said, "I don't have any money." Maybe that is why someone gave him the drink in the first place ...

I am listening to: Julian Casablancas, and have been hearing some strange 80s tunes lately... usually I am surprised for 2 seconds and then I realize I really like whatever the hit is.

as always gentle readers,

yours truly

alice

n.d.h.

"somos muchos chilangos" 3:30 p.m. today

3:30 p.m. today, while at a stoplight, this is what I viewed on the back of a RED volkswagen GTI (I did not even know that car existed):

"SOMOS MUCHOS CHILANGOS"
For the spanish-impaired, the translation for the day is " we are many from mexico city."

Go write this down:
a Chilango is someone who was born in Mexico City (basically, someone who is from Mexico City). So, I almost laughed to death after I saw the sticker. Maybe there are many Chilangos in Dallas that I don't know about???????????????????????????????? (question mark overload).

Since I do like mexico city, I leave you with this thought,

"Me encantan los chilangos." Again, write it down, or, ask the person who cuts your lawn to translate. Por favor !

I was listening to Kesha earlier.

Okay, before you read this, remember: when does this blog ever REALLY make sense ?

Having said that, a couple of her songs were really "inspiring." I wish not to explain. But you can check out her latest CD if you like. The CD is "Animal."

Even if you like, DO NOT copy her fashion sense.


I'm Audi 3000,
(i used to use that phrase like 20 years ago. ha ha)

hasta luego,
Alice

b.b.b.

***** to the wall

Dear everyone, even my reader (notice it's SINGULAR)

in Russia:

It's kind of a crude post, but as usual it must be said:
A tale of confusion: a few weeks ago, I was sitting in a study area at Richland College, and i heard a man in his 20s say to his friend:

" I woke up, and it was balls to the wall. " The guy had been talking animatedly to his friend.

OKAY...

I don't even know how to write "Okay.." in this post the way I was thinking it that day. It's more like, Okaaaaaaaaaaaay.
I do not know what it means. Either he was in a hurry that morning, or someone literally put that body part on the wall for him.
So, Gentle Readers, if you would like to enlighten me, that is fine.
I did not ask the animated guy that day, but I did do a double take. I kept listening, but no more gems were in that conversation, sadly.

Also: a couple (or so) weeks ago, I saw a high school girl walking to the bus stop. She was carrying a styrofoam cup that looked like it had coffee in it. I drove along, gripped with curiosity...
WHO DRINKS COFFEE IN HIGH SCHOOL ?
I did not drink coffee until college. I was thinking, is this some kind of new trend ??????????????????????????? (question mark overload).

N.d.h. is confused: was she trying to look cool, or does she really enjoy the delicious coffee?
Anyway, I sort of stared and drove off, it was really awkward !

But this is all straight from the daily GRIND. Do you get it ?

Whatever that means. Don't ask me, I am just the blogger.

Luv,
Alice

(n.d.h.)

New contest coming soon !

why you should know about tim hetherington and chris hondros

Gentle readers,

Getting serious tonight.

I just found out about these photographers last week. They were both very young. Here is my opinion piece about them:

There is no doubt Tim Hetherington and Chris Hondros lived to get the once-in-a- lifetime shot.
They were probably still hunting for it when they died.
When the daily news is peppered with stories of people who die for no reason, why even care about these men?
Both photojournalists were killed last week in Misrata, Libya. Reports are they were killed by a rocket propelled grenade. (The Russian words for rocket propelled grenade actually mean “anti-tank grenade launcher,” which made me think of the capacity to kill that the device has.) One story stated the circumstances of their deaths are still unclear.
When I first heard about their deaths, I was tempted to not pay very much attention. Then I realized I wanted to find out more.
Hetherington did documentary work and special projects and Hondros took pictures for Getty Images.
What is it to you? Some would say the two men acted in a cavalier manner by taking the risk of being in a war zone, when they could have been happily photographing children or ice cream cones in New York. They chose to visit Libya and they knew what could happen.
You should care because if Hetherington and Hondros (and other journalists, both reporters and photographers) did not want to share the ugliness of war, did not want to bring a jolting visual to your day, you would not know what is going on.
Without knowing who they were, you may have already viewed one of Hondros' photos or seen part of Hetherington's documentary (Restrepo) and shuddered or were changed because of it. If this is the case, then these two men-- one was 40 and one was 41--have already directly affected your life.
I was interested in their deaths because I enjoy photography (though my main camera right now is a point and shoot). Another twist explaining why I wanted to write this is because Hetherington and Hondros died doing something they love. The adrenaline rush they felt while traipsing around Libya is something I seek in life. They were killed, tragically, in the midst of a bloody conflict. The nanometer of brightness is that they were doing their life’s work when they died.

Luv,
Alice

n.d.h.

Perplexing Thought Of The Day

I have had the Whitney Houston song, "How Will I Know?" in my head all day today...

Do not ask me where it came from.


DISTURBING. That is all I will say.

Peace and Love,

Alice

miss n.d.h. if you are nasty.

Keep A Plentiful Distance From Small Children

Catching up with the Mailbag, gentle and savvy readers:


A message to Jay:
Yes, I remember you. Hope you are well. And, in reference to your J Lo comment, yes, she is a legend. And even somewhat talented. However, the goal of my blog is to be completely honest...

A message to Gloria:
Thank you for being the first to leave a comment! And your MIX TAPE is in the mail. Of course it's Enrique Iglesias.

I've been seeing some wild fashion, such as a girl in complete muslim garb, (with a Head Scarf), and flip flops.

And also I've seen lots of girls with tight, tight, tank tops.

AND ALSO, a girl in her early 20s, wearing a striped tank top with the price tag hanging out. (I thought this went out of style years ago).

I guess I am clueless to these stylish manners.
N.d.h. must not be on top of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

as always, your #1 Blogger and your favorite Blogspot blogger,

Alice

n.d.h.

J-Lo: Why Are You Still Haunting Us

I think that J Lo has a new song out.
I know this because the other day I was driving and I heard something disturbing: a new song, very dance-y, with vocals that sounded frighteningly like the "Selena" star's.
(Ok.
I did like J Lo in 1999 but that's another story!!)
The song's refrain was urging those listening to "Get On The Floor."
As enchanting and tempting as this sounds, I will not be "getting on the floor" anytime soon.
Despite this new semi-hit, which I hope is not really a hit, I am all J Lo-ed out.
The word I shall leave you with is: Overrated.

GENTLE READERS: there will be no further posting from me tonight, since Chemistry is holding me hostage.

Yours Truly,

alice
(ndh)
and

b.b.b.