today i sit behind my desk

* i have been working on little projects here and there, and not getting much done. listening to my ipod (just added fleetwood mac's rumours which i forget how much i love until i hear it) and having people drop by my office to offer bits of their life, before running off.

* break: this is great.

* i think the crazy fishbowl in the movie finding nemo is like the office. people cooped up together, working towards something - with all their little crazies hanging out, waiting to pop out at any time. my particular office also echoes the uss enterprise, complete with picard, number 1, wharf, geordi and deanna troi, as well as a hapless ensign who serves as the whipping boy (not me, thankfully) (and actually there are a few of them).

* i was thinking a little bit about the music we listen to and what touches us at different times, the soundtrack of our lives so deeply entwined with who we were at particular times. i can't for the life of me listen to any of the music i used to listen to in college - tori amos especially. i listened to fun music for the most part in high school, like the beatles, the police, nirvana, pearl jam, violent femmes, while my friends listened to that depressing shite like the smiths, morrissey, and britpop ("white people suicide music", as benjamin says). i was listening to a mazzy star album today, which was another favorite with the kids at school. i think i would have shot myself if i'd listened to that as a teenager.

enough babbles for now.

it's like i was the miracle worker or something

i was having a conversation with a group of friends and acquaintances last night, when i referenced "st. olaf", the town rose was from on the golden girls. one person had no idea what i was talking about - she has no television and never watches the stuff. it was like talking to someone from another land: "so there were four ladies, living in a house in miami - with one bathroom! - one was a slut, one was really old, one was dumb, and one was bea arthur..."

i don't understand those without televisions. are there two kinds of people in the world, those with tvs and those without? can the twain ever meet? can't we all just get along, those who can sing along with commercial jingles from the mid 80s and those who can't? those who know where george clooney got his start and those who don't? those who know the difference between belvedere and benson, and those who don't?

did i tell you the one

where i had a telemarketer named ravi call to sell me the dish network? when i said i wasn't interested, he said, "you know, pooja, it hurts our feelings when we call from so far away and you hang up on us."

that made me laugh for days.

i yelled

at a little asshat on the 47 MUNI yesterday; he must have been 15 with his little doo-rag and sneer. i bumped into him when some people were pushing me around to get off. he snapped at me "motherfucker, say excuse me!" i snapped back " excuse me" and stared at him. he then said "well, move off me then!" i yelled at him "people are getting off! Christ!" and then he got embarrassed and yelled at some older asian lady for staring at him. it was idiotic and one of the joys of public transit.

this is why i can't run for public office: the public. i hates them.