Political Update

This pretty much speaks for itself.*

http://john.tricyber.com/kern/

*This post is in no way an endorsement for this candidate. This blog has and always will maintain a neutrality in all things political.

I know the blogs been pretty dormant, but...

Ray Charles is a madman. I've recently been enjoying the southern soft soul of Ray Charles, and for the most part he's lyrically and vocally a genius, but while listening to his song understanding I noticed the following lyrics...

* Understanding is the best thing in the world ,
between a boy and a girl

boy and girl and even a woman or a man , its always
better when you realy understand

You know understanding is a mighty powerful thing ,
thats why it makes me so sad
when I see my friends wandering aroung thru the world
, never knowing the meaning of the word
understanding , so in the next few minutes, Im gonna
try to explain just exactly what it means

**Everything sounds pretty good, teach us Ray**

now wait a minute, listen , for instance , you take me
and my old lady , we gotta good thing goin
because I know If I dont work and pay the rent and the
bills and buy her fine pretty clothes to wear well ,
there are fifteen other guys just waitin round the
corner , and I dont care how much that woman loves me
, she'll gonna go out and find herself one of them who
will and thats why I believe that

**A little sexist but, whatever**

Now listen I dont want you to think that this is a
one sided affair , no no
because my old lady also understands that a man must
have respect
what I mean is , if she must play around dont let me
catch her , because what I dont see cant hurt me , you
understand? but on the other hand , If I should ever
catch her Im not gonna talk about-a
and call her a bunch of bad names like you all might
no no mh
what Im gonna do , Im gonna go down-town to the
hardware store and buy myself a double blade axe ,
come back , square off, and believe her souls gonna
belong to the good lord
because her heads gonna belong to me , and I
guarantie shelll know what I mean when Ill say

*WHAT?!?! He doesnt mind that she cheats, but if he catches he's gonna chop her head off.....MADMAN**

**Denotes my commentary, not actual lyrics**

We Won the World Series

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OCTOBER

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Unbelievable

So i know I haven't posted in a while, but I figure this story is worth rekindling my love affair with the blog, so with no further adieu i give you my morning yesterday.....

I wake up from a 10 and a half hour night sleep at 9:00 am Tuesday morning. (This was a much needed night's sleep, since i had amassed the same amount of sleep in the previous 3 nights.)  I felt very refreshed and ready to take on whatever the day had in store for me.  I got my quick routine shower while listening to Rob Bass, and grabbed a banana for my walk to work.

Just an average walk, except for whatever reason everyone kept asking me if I knew where things in the area were, as if I was the king of the illadelph.

Where's the Commerce Bank?

Where's the (UPenn) admissions office? (Multiple times)

Am I closer to American Apparel or the Gap?

Is there a sit-down restaurant within walking distance to my current location?

Now normally having to turn down my jams and stop eating my banana and drinking my glass of water would put me in a very disgruntled mood, but like I said I was refreshed.  After all of this I was already 3 blocks away from World Cafe Live, and I had barely started on my banana, so I returned to the routine.

As I walked down Walnut between 34th and 33rd street I saw a blue compact car pull into a spot on the front of hte block.  Nothing special.  But then the driver got out and he went to help the passenger out of the back seat.  This struck me as odd being that a relatively beat looking car was being used to chauffer someone of notariety.  Probably some lame Penn guest speaker, economist, or BS author, or historian, or something nerds would like.  Nothing to impress my Rock N' Roll lifestyle.

Until the passenger steps out of the automobile.  An old man seemingly from central Asian decent...maybe China, probably Mongolia, potentially even Tibet.  This man is wearing only a red robe of sorts with yellow undertones, and I think to myself he looks important... Is that the dalai lama.  But I figure I'm just letting pre-conceived biases get to me, and that there's no way his holiness is on our street, but I realize I've been staring at him for about 3 seconds. (don't think thats long stare at a stranger and count to 3, you'll see.)  So I give him the eyebrows... ya know that ones that say "welcome, to phildealphia." since I am the king and outward representative of the city.

As I watch the news today I found out the Dalai Lama was in town and as they show an image of him on the tv I am confirmed that I did in fact give the dalai lama the eyebrows.