How to Date a Hot Celebrity

How do you date a Hot Celebrity ?

i made a top 10 list to make it easy for everyone else...

10. Be hot yourself... and know it.

9. Knock on her parents door, while she is over.

8. Be funny

7. Be smart (this works especially well if her dad was a pastor and you studied theology)

6. Pretend to have NEVER heard of her and force her to try and sell herself to you and convince you that she is worth your time.

5. Hope to the Lord you drive a 1988 toyota station wagon you can pick her up in.

4. Take her to In'n'Out.

3. Bring back to your apartment to watch the season premiere of The Office.

2. Follow it up with the new hit "Community"

1. Play Halo with her and your cousins till 2:04 am, and be barely able to get up in the AM.

PS. if the only pictures you took were on your cell phone (since you camera got stolen in Hawaii) it might be nice to know how to get them onto your computer and not delete them when you try out 'bluetooth' and thought it worked.

Top Ten things That Pop Into My Mind

Question: what are the top ten things that pop into my mind when i sit to blog the Top Ten ThingsThat Pop Into My Mind?

Answers:

(in order of appearance)

10. Hot sauce, namely Tapatio

9. short hair on women is sooo hard to pull off, but can be done

8. The chick on "quantum of Solace" was hot, and that movie was way more fun than i expected it to be from the bad reviews i heard early on.

7. I hope i can keep my numeric order correct on this thing, you know how bad i can get with numbers.

6. I miss playing scrabble with John Trammell, - monopoly too, Star Wars Monopoly. funs.

5. is my food getting cold? yes. shouldn't type while eating.

4. Halo 3 is different then i remember... did i always suck this bad or does not doing something impact your abilities, and if so, then how good at kissing can i actually be?

3.Why am i soo entertained by my own lies about how I suck at Love and how girls don't like me?

2. Will the US ever make some huge wall to border Mexico- and if so, will we be allowed to walk along the top of it like the Great Wall of China?

1. Can we still hire McCain to do the important presidential stuff like 'make decisions’ and 'govern' while keeping Obama as our black poster boy who is young, hip, and does all the 'speaking and media stuff'?

Art and Living: thinking out loud

David Maybury Lewis once asked "why do we separate art and living?" in his documentary on the Wodaabes tribe of Niger, who, in his terms, doesn't make a split between art and everyday life.

His phrase juxtaposes shots of the tribe in their artist regalia and some western family in bland button up shirts, ties, and pull-over sweaters walking looking at paintings in an art museum. His point is that they integrate art as part of living itself, while we separate it and leave it in museums.

I wonder that David has got us westerners wrong.

We, in the west, are classically too hard on ourselves and count the things we don't deal with everyday as exotic and artful, and forget that our lives too, are art in all parts- from the bland suits we wear to the bottled water we drink from.

try telling the clothing designer that he is not an artist who makes his life on his craft.

it's fair to say that different societies view art differently from one another, but that perception is just that... perception from a certain plane of thinking. As well, very very very few cultures actually do not distinguish between art and life.

what does that even mean? who would say art is not a part of life? when i think about it, it must mean everyday life, and even that point seems farfetched when i really think about it.

we make distinction between paintings in museums and the make-up we put on our faces, but that line is pragmatic.

show an exotic tribe at one of their very few festivals, all gussied up and differently ceremonial about everything than us, and it will look like we keep art in a museum and they live it out, but that is far from the truth. methinks it is taking advantage of that festival and the fact that their garb for the occasion is much more elaborate than our common t-shirt and jeans.

And even the Wodaabe women carry around their 'calabashes' (pottery) which is never used but set up for display at their festivals a couple times a year... which sounds like an art-show to me.

Bros Before ....(you know)

I was looking forward to some privacy again, as time led up to my little bro leaving our apartment in San Jose to go back to his place at Utah State University.

But tonight, when i entered the room and he was all packed up and car-loaded, i saw his side of the room, all bare and empty. his half of the closet deserted.

My heart dropped, and i was lonely before he was even gone, before we took our last ride, to change cars in Fairfield. I knew that we'd grown together as a pair inseparable these last months, and that i would miss him and have to fight off tears as he went.

Bubba and me, now apart, sad days.

I liked having him as partner to journey with through a summer of sales and self-understanding.

I liked it being my little brother.

We've not had the chance to become great friends, and this summer did it, i'm thankful for that, no matter how lonely i feel right now.

I drove back from Fairfield tonight alone, for the first time since May, and though it doesn't sound long, it feels deep. funny how that goes.

I'm kinda shocked and put off by it, i had planned on this transition to go smoothly, and now i feel all sad and strange.

maybe i do have a heart after all...

grace

here is a video off my photobooth the night i cut my hair

the Blah

has this summer almost slipped away?

and here i am so uninspired. so fraught with thought but no filled cup to pour from.

this long work and knocking has bled me dry of the kind of mental-emotional energy that it takes to write, sing, draw, blog, record, edit, etc.

usually i'm on many projects at once. now i'm a single-minded man, weary at the day's end.

My sleep is all broken, and i can't remember not waking up in the middle of the night.

is it stress? i feel stressed in sleep, stressed thinking i'll get phone calls of sales cancellations or something.

I'm typing now, because its the weekend, and there was some rest in the day, and now some juice in the box, but not much.

going to a church in Rocklin tomorrow.. wonder what it will be like. i don't expect much. maybe i'm super realist, or just smart enough to doubt great things happening, or just blah.

i guess i feel kind of blah.

but it's blah that's under control.

does that make sense? i mean i use it, or choose it, rather. I choose the task that is most important at the moment to spend the energy on, and push other stuff aside.

well, i try to, at a least.

i wonder if this is important... or just blah.

I'm Starting

I’m starting to like sales.

Its tough, the hardest. But it is rewarding.

I like everything it’s bringing up in me, all the issues it attacks. It takes such courage and self-togetherness to be a great salesman. It takes and extremely strong mind that can listen to a million rejections and lies and still smile at the very next door a few seconds later. It takes getting your mind and life straight.

You can’t have a messed up life at all and be anything of a salesman, especially door to door. You’re emotions must be in check, your goals, your prioirites.

It’s the greatest character building thing I’ve done in the last four years.

I knew it would be so, which is why I chose to do it. I wanted to see how old Tony would hold up to such conditions, such challenge, such terribly relentless hard work that makes you soo sleepy and yet which has you waking up in stressful fits all night.

I haven’t had a whole nights sleep in weeks. I wake up four or five times, and am always tired. I hope I get over this.

I like this. There are moments (especially at the end of the week) when I want to run far far away and do an easy job, like cleaning classrooms, or teaching.

But God has given me a chance to learn and to master not only my mind and self, but to be able to read, handle, and direct social interactions on a crazy level. Plus I can get paid out the wazoo. AND I get to live with my baby brother (who is a great saleskid and who has more than twice the sales I do.... But I will catch him yet! .. P.S. Last week He was rated as #2 in the whole company for sales.. Crazy!)

If everyone could do it, it wouldn’t pay so much.

I hope I get the hang of it. So far, so good.

Long story short: I don’t hate sales anymore. I kind-of like it (especially when you sell stuff you can believe in, something good.) Learning sales has meant so much maturing and dealing with stuff and becoming a man and all that glorious Life-Learning stuff many never do. how can I hate it?

But I can’t wait for the job to be done and have a chance to see you again.