world cup football
im not entertained any more.
there needs to be a team from asia.
there needs to be a team from africa.
there needs to be underdogs to root for.
saying youre going for brazil is equal to rooting for an american to become our president.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
where is the line
last night i had this dream that i was driving down a highway with jordan. as we drive we roll the windows down and we hear music coming from a stadium nearby. i told him that i assumed it was fiona apple because she was playing around here. as we listen we realize that is is bjork (we heard "where is the line") and we turned the car around to go find the stadium but we couldnt due to stupid dream situations (ie lost in the airport, cant read signs, stuck in a line).
what was most interesting about this dream is that bjork just performed at the mezzanine in san francisco the other night, as an afterparty for her new movie premiere. and imagine that while that happened radiohead played across the bay. so the european music geniuses do their thing in usa while i am over there, and i missed it all. oh well. anyways....here are 2 more questions that klosterman asks.
12. You meet a wizard in downtown chicago. the wizard tells you he can make you more attractive if you pay him money. when you ask how this process works, the wizard points to a random person on the street. you look at this random stranger. the wizard says "i will now make them a dollar more attractive." he waves his magic wand. ostensibly, this person does not change at all; as far as you can tell, nothing is different. but - somehow - this person is suddenly a little more appealing. the tangible difference is invisible to the naked eye, but you cant deny that this person is vaguely sexier. this wizard has a weird rule, though - you can only pay him once. you cant keep giving him money until youre satisfied. you can only pay him one lump sum up front. how much cash do you give the wizard?
19. your best friend is taking a nap on the floor of your living room. suddenly, you are faced with a bizarre existential problem: this friend is going to die unless you kick them (as hard as you can) in the rib cage. if you dont kick them while they slumber, they will never wake up. however, you can never explain this to your friend; if you later inform them that you did this to save their life, they will also die from that. so you have to kick a sleeping friend in the ribs, and you cant tell them why. since you cannot tell your friend the truth, what excuse will you fabricate to explain this (seemingly inexplicable) attack?
last night i had this dream that i was driving down a highway with jordan. as we drive we roll the windows down and we hear music coming from a stadium nearby. i told him that i assumed it was fiona apple because she was playing around here. as we listen we realize that is is bjork (we heard "where is the line") and we turned the car around to go find the stadium but we couldnt due to stupid dream situations (ie lost in the airport, cant read signs, stuck in a line).
what was most interesting about this dream is that bjork just performed at the mezzanine in san francisco the other night, as an afterparty for her new movie premiere. and imagine that while that happened radiohead played across the bay. so the european music geniuses do their thing in usa while i am over there, and i missed it all. oh well. anyways....here are 2 more questions that klosterman asks.
12. You meet a wizard in downtown chicago. the wizard tells you he can make you more attractive if you pay him money. when you ask how this process works, the wizard points to a random person on the street. you look at this random stranger. the wizard says "i will now make them a dollar more attractive." he waves his magic wand. ostensibly, this person does not change at all; as far as you can tell, nothing is different. but - somehow - this person is suddenly a little more appealing. the tangible difference is invisible to the naked eye, but you cant deny that this person is vaguely sexier. this wizard has a weird rule, though - you can only pay him once. you cant keep giving him money until youre satisfied. you can only pay him one lump sum up front. how much cash do you give the wizard?
19. your best friend is taking a nap on the floor of your living room. suddenly, you are faced with a bizarre existential problem: this friend is going to die unless you kick them (as hard as you can) in the rib cage. if you dont kick them while they slumber, they will never wake up. however, you can never explain this to your friend; if you later inform them that you did this to save their life, they will also die from that. so you have to kick a sleeping friend in the ribs, and you cant tell them why. since you cannot tell your friend the truth, what excuse will you fabricate to explain this (seemingly inexplicable) attack?
Monday, June 26, 2006
ginger ale, and thanks
im reading this book - actually i read it already - called sex, drugs and cocoa puffs. in it the author, chuck klosterman, has these 23 questions he asks everyone in order to decide if he can really love them. im going to write a few and you all should respond.
5.you meet your soul mate. however, there is a catch: every three years, someone will break both of your soul mate's collarbones with a crescent wrench, and there is only one way you can stop this from happening: you must swallow a pill that will make every song you hear - for the rest of your life - sound as if it is being performed by the band alice in chains. when you hear creedence clearwater revival on the radio, it will sound (to your ears) like it's being played by alice in chains. if you see radiohead live, every one of their tunes will sound like its being covered by alice in chains. when you hear a commercial jingle on tv, it will sound like alice in chains; if you sing to yourself in the shower, your voice will sound like deceased alice vocalist layne staley performing a capella (but it will only sound this way to you). would you swallow the pill?
8.you meet the perfect person. romantically, this person is ideal: you find them physically attractive, intellectually stimulating, consistently funny, and deeply compassionate. however, they have one quirk: this individual is obsessed with jim henson's gothic puppet fantast: the dark crystal. beyond watching it on dvd at least once a month, he/she peppers casual conversation with dark crystal references, uses dark crystal analogies to explain everyday events, and occasionally likes to talk intensely about the film's "deeper philosophy". would this be enough to stop you from marrying this individual?
i want answers
im reading this book - actually i read it already - called sex, drugs and cocoa puffs. in it the author, chuck klosterman, has these 23 questions he asks everyone in order to decide if he can really love them. im going to write a few and you all should respond.
5.you meet your soul mate. however, there is a catch: every three years, someone will break both of your soul mate's collarbones with a crescent wrench, and there is only one way you can stop this from happening: you must swallow a pill that will make every song you hear - for the rest of your life - sound as if it is being performed by the band alice in chains. when you hear creedence clearwater revival on the radio, it will sound (to your ears) like it's being played by alice in chains. if you see radiohead live, every one of their tunes will sound like its being covered by alice in chains. when you hear a commercial jingle on tv, it will sound like alice in chains; if you sing to yourself in the shower, your voice will sound like deceased alice vocalist layne staley performing a capella (but it will only sound this way to you). would you swallow the pill?
8.you meet the perfect person. romantically, this person is ideal: you find them physically attractive, intellectually stimulating, consistently funny, and deeply compassionate. however, they have one quirk: this individual is obsessed with jim henson's gothic puppet fantast: the dark crystal. beyond watching it on dvd at least once a month, he/she peppers casual conversation with dark crystal references, uses dark crystal analogies to explain everyday events, and occasionally likes to talk intensely about the film's "deeper philosophy". would this be enough to stop you from marrying this individual?
i want answers
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
charles rennie mackintosh
so 11:30 today didnt exist. it kindof did. i was in a chair at that point. and for a few points after. but my friends never made it out. something about losing money and missing a flight. i dont know. but tomorrow at 11:30 it should happen. lonesome travel kindof sucks. especially after spending about 15 days with 6 close friends. summer will suck in comparison to this. i dread it. but i need to make money and be happy and go for the gold.
im across the street from the glasgow school of art (google image charles rennie mackintosh or the glasgow school of art). i learned about that stuff. design grad students gallery is up tomorrow.
so in closing....
"would you rather have a happy birthday or win a race?"
i chose the latter.
so 11:30 today didnt exist. it kindof did. i was in a chair at that point. and for a few points after. but my friends never made it out. something about losing money and missing a flight. i dont know. but tomorrow at 11:30 it should happen. lonesome travel kindof sucks. especially after spending about 15 days with 6 close friends. summer will suck in comparison to this. i dread it. but i need to make money and be happy and go for the gold.
im across the street from the glasgow school of art (google image charles rennie mackintosh or the glasgow school of art). i learned about that stuff. design grad students gallery is up tomorrow.
so in closing....
"would you rather have a happy birthday or win a race?"
i chose the latter.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
no bagpipes
im in glasgow scotland. alone. until 11:30 in the morning when i will be the happiest guy. i am very happy that katherine and aletheia are joining me on my scotland adventure. its odd because right now as i type this i am the only person i know in scotland. every time ive gone to any country i have always known someone.
i am tired of trains. i have "sea legs" as we've been calling it. its like when you rest after being on a boat all day. thats what the trains have done to me. im actually slightly dizzy.
i had a chance to experience the Black Peter Group in london last night, featuring our very own amber on background vocals.
i told myself while i am in scotland that i will not listen to anything other than mogwai or arab strap. so far- success.
im reading a book called Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs. and its good. i think my favorite books are the memoirs written by younger dudes. once again kristin, thanks for showing me Eggers, the book was great.
i think its going to be an early night for me. maybe ill go to a pub and watch the england/sweden football game.
im in glasgow scotland. alone. until 11:30 in the morning when i will be the happiest guy. i am very happy that katherine and aletheia are joining me on my scotland adventure. its odd because right now as i type this i am the only person i know in scotland. every time ive gone to any country i have always known someone.
i am tired of trains. i have "sea legs" as we've been calling it. its like when you rest after being on a boat all day. thats what the trains have done to me. im actually slightly dizzy.
i had a chance to experience the Black Peter Group in london last night, featuring our very own amber on background vocals.
i told myself while i am in scotland that i will not listen to anything other than mogwai or arab strap. so far- success.
im reading a book called Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs. and its good. i think my favorite books are the memoirs written by younger dudes. once again kristin, thanks for showing me Eggers, the book was great.
i think its going to be an early night for me. maybe ill go to a pub and watch the england/sweden football game.
no bagpipes
im in glasgow scotland. alone. until 11:30 in the morning when i will be the happiest guy. i am very happy that katherine and aletheia are joining me on my scotland adventure. its odd because right now as i type this i am the only person i know in scotland. every time ive gone to any country i have always known someone.
i am tired of trains. i have "sea legs" as we've been calling it. its like when you rest after being on a boat all day. thats what the trains have done to me. im actually slightly dizzy.
i had a chance to experience the Black Peter Group in london last night, featuring our very own amber on background vocals.
i told myself while i am in scotland that i will not listen to anything other than mogwai or arab strap. so far- success.
im reading a book called Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs. and its good. i think my favorite books are the memoirs written by younger dudes. once again kristin, thanks for showing me Eggers, the book was great.
i think its going to be an early night for me. maybe ill go to a pub and watch the england/sweden football game.
im in glasgow scotland. alone. until 11:30 in the morning when i will be the happiest guy. i am very happy that katherine and aletheia are joining me on my scotland adventure. its odd because right now as i type this i am the only person i know in scotland. every time ive gone to any country i have always known someone.
i am tired of trains. i have "sea legs" as we've been calling it. its like when you rest after being on a boat all day. thats what the trains have done to me. im actually slightly dizzy.
i had a chance to experience the Black Peter Group in london last night, featuring our very own amber on background vocals.
i told myself while i am in scotland that i will not listen to anything other than mogwai or arab strap. so far- success.
im reading a book called Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs. and its good. i think my favorite books are the memoirs written by younger dudes. once again kristin, thanks for showing me Eggers, the book was great.
i think its going to be an early night for me. maybe ill go to a pub and watch the england/sweden football game.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
the netherlands
it starts in prague on thursday night:
we get some drinks and head onto the bridge to relax. picture time. we get a local to take it. karel. he takes it, we talk, he ends up buying us drinks at his pub and we talk for a long time. 430 am was bedtime. we wake up at 940 to our "temporary landlord" telling us we have to check out by 10. no showers. we go all day in the heat and rain (weird) until 10 at night when we have a night train to catch to take us to frankfurt germany. the train has no bed cars. just seats. it ends up being katherine, ryan and me and two other unknowns. sleep was bad. i think i had about 15-30 minutes total. being awakened by german guards or ticket inspectors. 2 nights little sleep. next train. frankfurt to amsterdam. not having reserved seating we end up having to keep moving around the train to accomodate the people that actually paid. (weird.) so no sleep really. we get to amsterdam a few hours ago expecting to sleep in a hotel with a shower and clean sheets and love and everything so majestic and rich and pure. everything in town is booked pretty much and here we are. we find one place in a beautiful part of town, along a canal with cafes all around and it is grand and glorious, but they had room for 3. we have 7. 4 short. sucks. so we go through the ideal arrangements it would be for a group of four verses three. it would either be the three singles and the two couples. or the three girls and four guys. we became sexist, but im ok with that. part 18: we have to find a place, we look in hotels, thinking that we might spend a good amount. nothing. booked. but wait some guy wants to help us out. how nice. for a better deal. with showers and love and splendor and majesty (in our ears and minds.) and we enter and it is smelly and used and worn and dirty and uncomfortable and disturbing and tough and hard and cold and slightly threatening. amidst a city built on disturbing morals. i love the canals and the cafes and the history and the everything, but i had the amsterdam that we have been given. there are bros smiling with maps to the red light district, there are girls on the corners. i hate this stuff. the guy at the internet cafe that i am at now is looking at soft core. why? i want to be enywhere else. just along the canals and cafes and glory and wonder and awe and beauty and liveliness. i want to see old dutch couples walk down by the canal and smile at each other. can we do that. do i have to be emersed in this hellish apartment with dirt and grime and cold and hate and sex and unknown. im willing to pay equivelant to $100 american to get a hotel with splendor and hominess and comfort and sleep and nice and great. but its becoming hard. tonight will suck, honestly. its in my mind. im ready to go to bruseels tomorrow. but i love amsterdam, i just dont want to deal with it. i want amsterdam to be the image of the canals and history and cafes and love. i hate being separated by a mile from the others in the group. how do they feel. are they happy. they should be. off to watch football and go crazy.
(sorry about the overzealous and repetative and unknown rant)
it starts in prague on thursday night:
we get some drinks and head onto the bridge to relax. picture time. we get a local to take it. karel. he takes it, we talk, he ends up buying us drinks at his pub and we talk for a long time. 430 am was bedtime. we wake up at 940 to our "temporary landlord" telling us we have to check out by 10. no showers. we go all day in the heat and rain (weird) until 10 at night when we have a night train to catch to take us to frankfurt germany. the train has no bed cars. just seats. it ends up being katherine, ryan and me and two other unknowns. sleep was bad. i think i had about 15-30 minutes total. being awakened by german guards or ticket inspectors. 2 nights little sleep. next train. frankfurt to amsterdam. not having reserved seating we end up having to keep moving around the train to accomodate the people that actually paid. (weird.) so no sleep really. we get to amsterdam a few hours ago expecting to sleep in a hotel with a shower and clean sheets and love and everything so majestic and rich and pure. everything in town is booked pretty much and here we are. we find one place in a beautiful part of town, along a canal with cafes all around and it is grand and glorious, but they had room for 3. we have 7. 4 short. sucks. so we go through the ideal arrangements it would be for a group of four verses three. it would either be the three singles and the two couples. or the three girls and four guys. we became sexist, but im ok with that. part 18: we have to find a place, we look in hotels, thinking that we might spend a good amount. nothing. booked. but wait some guy wants to help us out. how nice. for a better deal. with showers and love and splendor and majesty (in our ears and minds.) and we enter and it is smelly and used and worn and dirty and uncomfortable and disturbing and tough and hard and cold and slightly threatening. amidst a city built on disturbing morals. i love the canals and the cafes and the history and the everything, but i had the amsterdam that we have been given. there are bros smiling with maps to the red light district, there are girls on the corners. i hate this stuff. the guy at the internet cafe that i am at now is looking at soft core. why? i want to be enywhere else. just along the canals and cafes and glory and wonder and awe and beauty and liveliness. i want to see old dutch couples walk down by the canal and smile at each other. can we do that. do i have to be emersed in this hellish apartment with dirt and grime and cold and hate and sex and unknown. im willing to pay equivelant to $100 american to get a hotel with splendor and hominess and comfort and sleep and nice and great. but its becoming hard. tonight will suck, honestly. its in my mind. im ready to go to bruseels tomorrow. but i love amsterdam, i just dont want to deal with it. i want amsterdam to be the image of the canals and history and cafes and love. i hate being separated by a mile from the others in the group. how do they feel. are they happy. they should be. off to watch football and go crazy.
(sorry about the overzealous and repetative and unknown rant)
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
prosim
we're in prague, czech republic. we havent gone into the town yet, our place is on the outskirts, but we are showering and going to head out there soon. its great here, it might rain tomorrow, but it should be a nice break from the heat. yesterday we spent the day in zurich (google image zurich) and i realized i am for sure going to go there again. it may have been my favorite place. we watched the first half of the usa vs. czech republic game of the world cup while eating bratwursts and drinking pilsners. after that we took a night train through austria and czech republic. this is the furthest east we are going, and after this its back through germany and the netherlands and brussels and england and scotland.
we're in prague, czech republic. we havent gone into the town yet, our place is on the outskirts, but we are showering and going to head out there soon. its great here, it might rain tomorrow, but it should be a nice break from the heat. yesterday we spent the day in zurich (google image zurich) and i realized i am for sure going to go there again. it may have been my favorite place. we watched the first half of the usa vs. czech republic game of the world cup while eating bratwursts and drinking pilsners. after that we took a night train through austria and czech republic. this is the furthest east we are going, and after this its back through germany and the netherlands and brussels and england and scotland.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
who gets stressed in europe
i do. we're in interlaken switzerland (google image interlaken), and it might be the most beautiful place ever, at the base of the alps with two lakes close by and just sort of amazement with all the snow in the mountains and the green-ness of everything. but we got here following a 12 hour train ride over night from spain, which turned into a 15 hour train ride do to our driver hitting a tree. how does a train do that. im confused by that. after a few train changes we are here it is great minus the place we are staying, its like mtv spring break in europe or somethnig similiar. i cant stand it, in fact i left the tent we are staying in while everyone was getting ready so that i could escape it. two nights there i hate it. also its all bros. bros that went skydiving today. each time i look in the air it is full of about 20 bros in the air falling and screaming. then talking about how cool it was after. i hate bros. american bros. any bros. a few more days and we'll be in prague. i promised katherine that i will be able to move my hips by then, so we'll see. i love you all.
i do. we're in interlaken switzerland (google image interlaken), and it might be the most beautiful place ever, at the base of the alps with two lakes close by and just sort of amazement with all the snow in the mountains and the green-ness of everything. but we got here following a 12 hour train ride over night from spain, which turned into a 15 hour train ride do to our driver hitting a tree. how does a train do that. im confused by that. after a few train changes we are here it is great minus the place we are staying, its like mtv spring break in europe or somethnig similiar. i cant stand it, in fact i left the tent we are staying in while everyone was getting ready so that i could escape it. two nights there i hate it. also its all bros. bros that went skydiving today. each time i look in the air it is full of about 20 bros in the air falling and screaming. then talking about how cool it was after. i hate bros. american bros. any bros. a few more days and we'll be in prague. i promised katherine that i will be able to move my hips by then, so we'll see. i love you all.
Friday, June 09, 2006
the city of ice cream
we´re in san sebastien spain. probably the best place ever. its hot and we went swimming and tanning at a great beach. i had a slightly bad experience on a train from bordeaux to san sebastien, that involved two people fighting next to me in both french and english and a kid tapping my head repeatedly while singing happy birthday in french. but im in a good place, it was weird being the 3rd person or the 5th person, but as the 7th person im in a good spot. good times are to be had. we dont know where we are going tonight. either barcelona or bordeaux or nice or cannes or bern. maybe we´re a little stressed about that. enjoy your lives.
we´re in san sebastien spain. probably the best place ever. its hot and we went swimming and tanning at a great beach. i had a slightly bad experience on a train from bordeaux to san sebastien, that involved two people fighting next to me in both french and english and a kid tapping my head repeatedly while singing happy birthday in french. but im in a good place, it was weird being the 3rd person or the 5th person, but as the 7th person im in a good spot. good times are to be had. we dont know where we are going tonight. either barcelona or bordeaux or nice or cannes or bern. maybe we´re a little stressed about that. enjoy your lives.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
2 days into it?
i dont really know for sure what day it is, but i think i lost one days sleep in the process. it wasnt too exciting being solo for a day, but it was nice walking into the hostel and seeing ryan and jordan there. we are changing our plans around a bit. right now we're in manchester, dave and caitlin met up with us this morning, and we're flying down to bordeaux france in the morning and going down to san sebastien spain right after to swim in the warm ocean. then we head out to Cannes and Nice in france, then heading up through switzerland to prague where we will stay in an apartment that ryan is booking as we type that, it comes furnished and all. after that we will go out to amsterdam and then its kindof in the air.
i like it here in manchester, its really a younger crowd, it should be a good few weeks....until next update.
i dont really know for sure what day it is, but i think i lost one days sleep in the process. it wasnt too exciting being solo for a day, but it was nice walking into the hostel and seeing ryan and jordan there. we are changing our plans around a bit. right now we're in manchester, dave and caitlin met up with us this morning, and we're flying down to bordeaux france in the morning and going down to san sebastien spain right after to swim in the warm ocean. then we head out to Cannes and Nice in france, then heading up through switzerland to prague where we will stay in an apartment that ryan is booking as we type that, it comes furnished and all. after that we will go out to amsterdam and then its kindof in the air.
i like it here in manchester, its really a younger crowd, it should be a good few weeks....until next update.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
ready to leave
i will be carrying 893 pages in the form of:
naked by david sedaris (thanks sarah/nathan)
reaching out by henri nouwen (thanks nathan)
a heartbreaking work of staggering genius by dave eggers (thanks kristin)
maybe a guidebook. or not. i dont know.
my dreams last night entailed all of this, and i cant piece it together:
talking myspace comments
a visit to the vetruvian man's house
ginger ale
cutting foam
losing a bag of candy in an airport
losing a beach towel at a beach
anyways, ill try to update this off and on. you all need to make sure you get tickets for that jamie lidell show and the hot chip show. bye.
i will be carrying 893 pages in the form of:
naked by david sedaris (thanks sarah/nathan)
reaching out by henri nouwen (thanks nathan)
a heartbreaking work of staggering genius by dave eggers (thanks kristin)
maybe a guidebook. or not. i dont know.
my dreams last night entailed all of this, and i cant piece it together:
talking myspace comments
a visit to the vetruvian man's house
ginger ale
cutting foam
losing a bag of candy in an airport
losing a beach towel at a beach
anyways, ill try to update this off and on. you all need to make sure you get tickets for that jamie lidell show and the hot chip show. bye.
Friday, June 02, 2006
everything i hate about america is at shopping malls
i hated going to oakridge today. for the 10 minutes i was there i saw what i think is slightly the downfall of civilization. i know that is pretty extreme, but here is everything i saw:
driving up trying to get parking. there is an open spot but the lady in front is waiting for the close spot, 2 cars closer to the entrance, waiting for that driver to leave/causing me to wait, when in turn she could have been out of the car and walking at that point.
right at the entryway: m&m's machine and 2 soda machines. its the first things that kids would see upon entering, and the candy machine is a bright yellow with the m&m guys on it, attracting children, and when parents will say no to them, thus the screaming begins in a public setting with parents not doing much about it, assuming the children will stop.
the screaming kids in a public setting with parents not doing much about it, assuming the children will stop.
a heavier dude, with a razorback tank top with lots of back/arm hair sticking out, was sitting on a bench finishing off one carl's jr. burger and opening up a second's packaging. at the same time as drinking a large soda with the slurping through the straw sound going on. thinking about that scenario made we want to be vegan (brian gives rob a high five).
the carl's jr logo itself....
its not so much the star, but its the name in text. first off Carl's Junior must mean the son of Carl. and it's weird to brand that into the name of a restaurant. secondly, that apostrophe is huge in comparison with the rest of the text. pretend the words are at 14 pt typesize, the apostrophe is at 20 or so. finally, i hate red and yellow. the thought of those colors together make me never want to eat fast food (which is ok with me).
one lady walking out to her car with about 7 bags in her arms, all from different stores, clicking the unlock button for her car on her keychain and trying to dial a number on her phone.
finally, i hate most customers, i am one a lot, but im not the kind that take time to answer their phone the exact moment that the employee is trying to do their job. 10-15 seconds isnt a long time to wait to call someone back, or put them on hold.
all in all i view americans as greedy, fast-paced gluttons with no appreciation for anyone. and i saw it all in 10 minutes.
i hated going to oakridge today. for the 10 minutes i was there i saw what i think is slightly the downfall of civilization. i know that is pretty extreme, but here is everything i saw:
driving up trying to get parking. there is an open spot but the lady in front is waiting for the close spot, 2 cars closer to the entrance, waiting for that driver to leave/causing me to wait, when in turn she could have been out of the car and walking at that point.
right at the entryway: m&m's machine and 2 soda machines. its the first things that kids would see upon entering, and the candy machine is a bright yellow with the m&m guys on it, attracting children, and when parents will say no to them, thus the screaming begins in a public setting with parents not doing much about it, assuming the children will stop.
the screaming kids in a public setting with parents not doing much about it, assuming the children will stop.
a heavier dude, with a razorback tank top with lots of back/arm hair sticking out, was sitting on a bench finishing off one carl's jr. burger and opening up a second's packaging. at the same time as drinking a large soda with the slurping through the straw sound going on. thinking about that scenario made we want to be vegan (brian gives rob a high five).
the carl's jr logo itself....
its not so much the star, but its the name in text. first off Carl's Junior must mean the son of Carl. and it's weird to brand that into the name of a restaurant. secondly, that apostrophe is huge in comparison with the rest of the text. pretend the words are at 14 pt typesize, the apostrophe is at 20 or so. finally, i hate red and yellow. the thought of those colors together make me never want to eat fast food (which is ok with me).
one lady walking out to her car with about 7 bags in her arms, all from different stores, clicking the unlock button for her car on her keychain and trying to dial a number on her phone.
finally, i hate most customers, i am one a lot, but im not the kind that take time to answer their phone the exact moment that the employee is trying to do their job. 10-15 seconds isnt a long time to wait to call someone back, or put them on hold.
all in all i view americans as greedy, fast-paced gluttons with no appreciation for anyone. and i saw it all in 10 minutes.
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