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because if you are a multinational celeb endoresed cult is looking to help bring calm into your life...yesterday was probably the fourth or fifth time I've seen the Scientology people on the street with those metal bars they make people hold to test their stress levels...truth be told if you live in NYC you probably are stressed..metal bars or no metal bars....I once saw Hubbard's henchmen in the subway where stressed out people running around are about as prominent as used metrocards on the ground...I've had conversations with them once or twice and got away quick....they're all smiles with their red coats on...truth be told I read Dianetics when I was about 13...the commericials promising the answer to all life's problems on page 452 were very compelling...what can I say...I was the kind of kid who wasn't going to be reached by Erma Bombeck....anyway it still fascinates me...but I ain't putting my hands on those metal bars! No way.
...go to a real estate office and have them show you apartments that people are still living in...it's really very enlightening...yesterday I looked at several apartments I have no means to or intention of renting and enjoyed dishing with the broker about what type of folks lived there...the first place was in a building where according to the broker, the landlords are very picky about who lives there and likes to keep it nice. I got that vibe the minute we knocked on the door and tenants housekeeper gave us a hard time about going in to look. A very nice one bedroom with a very beautful and equally uncomfortable looking white couch in the living room and lots of obscure artsy books scattered about. The next place we checked out I guessed, was inhabited by a young Chinese girl. The broker was surprised I could discern this from the suroundings: a wall map of China, various bootleg looking Hello Kitty knick knacks, and several class photos on the wall where the kids are all Asian. Either this tenant is Chinese or has a really fucked up fetish.
On to the Ash-Lee Simpson controversy....so what? I highly doubt Janet Jackson or Britney or any number of vocalists whose performance involves a lot of running around sang live on SNL. If anything Ash-Lee should be embarassed of her pathetic apology and wannabe-diva band blaming tactic. If I were Ash-Lee I would have said "goodnight everyone and don't forget to tune in next week when the musical guest will be Mili Vanilli". But then again, I'm much cooler than Ash-Lee Simpson. 
Yo yo....all you haters better step the F off cuz I'm back....uh yea...It's been quite some time since I've updated this thing and there are some reasons...mainly the music blog...it's a little nicer than before...I got caught up in messing with that and stopped writing for a bit...I know it's nothing to write home about but it's gettin' better...hopefully more changes will ensue as found more and more reasons not to go outside.
Ok so I think I've mentioned that I'm obsessed with self-help books....today at Barnes and Noble me and the cashier shared a chuckle over the woman at the next cashier over....she was trying to ask the cashier (in her amusing Russian accent) where to find that book that tells you if your man really means what he says...the cashier knew exactly what she was asking for and offered to go grab her a copy. I turned to my cashier who let out a sigh and then said "that damn Oprah book"! What Oprah book I asked? I'm almost as obsessed with Oprah as I am with self-help books...how could I have missed this one? "He's not really that into you" is the name of the book the cashier informed me. I had heard quite a lot about this book recently but those of you who know me intimately or have ever seen me for that matter can understand why a book with that title wouldn't grab me. "Is it any good" I asked the B and N gal...."It's just common sense" she said. "I don't see why anyone would need to buy it". Well tthe Gap just sells Khaki pants and white t-shirts and they ain't going out of business anytime soon. She suggested I just get it at the library and save the money. Of course most self-help books are common sense. Common sense has made Anthony Robbins and Dr.Phil big time ballers. People will pay $500 to hear Tony Robbins sneeze. It's pretty funny when you find yourself browsing the self-help section with others. Of course I'm totally checking out what they're checking out. Trying to figure out what their problem is and being that I've read a good chunk of the books there I have felt compelled to make recommendations on the spot. But I don't. It's fun to watch someone discretely try to reach for a copy of a book with a title like "how to get anyone to do absolutely anything anywhere ever". |
