To be wired or not to be wired? And adding this, to share or not to share?
We are so spoiled with wireless technology. Right now, I am going thank goddess for this wireless laptop, both power and internet. It got me wondering what if one day we all will say, whatever happened to the good old fashioned wires that makes us sit still and stay in one place and no wonder people developed adhd and went off thinking up wirelessness in order to stay moving.
Just like thinking about whatever happened to good old fashioned art of letter writing that is delivered by snail mail into actual "inboxes"; nah, thank goddess for e-mails. Hm.
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I eat crap. You eat crap. We all eat crap. I have a button that I just, today actually, adhered to my purse that says "Two words America: Portion Control". Really, look at us all. In the high percentage, we all have some flabby tissues. I am so concerned about America's falling health. It's funny, I read that there are so many Americans who are very health-conscious, but yet America has a weight and health problems.
After few attempts with struggle pinning that button on my purse, a memory had a chance to be reflected in me head. I recalled the time when I was in London. During a dinner party, it was at the end of my first week or beginning of my second week there, I was continuiously meeting new people at that party at my friend's flat where I was staying at. Of course, they make a face when they learn that I am an American. Not a great face most of the time, I might add.
There was this guy who was kinda loud as in arrograt. He and I chatted some. While we were, few people (who I made fast friends with) who walked through physically undisturbing our conversation, but I caught them eyeballing me to hint at me to watch out for him and they were whispering at me with low signs (in BSL) telling me that he can be an asshole. I heard them loud and clear. So, I let the converstaion between the guy and I just flow by. At one point, I sat down on the couch in the living room. The food were being plated on the coffee table. It was a buffet party. The guy semi-announced to the people in the living room that I am an American. I saw that as an unimportant part because of the way he said it which made me feel on the spot. You know when a deaf person sees you on the bus and come up to you and say, "hey you deaf? im deaf too!" with a dumb smile painted on and you are left wityh just nodding back not wanting to intiate any converstation with that person because you weren't up to it with a total deaf stranger. Yeah, that feeling. Anyway, he started to pick up the platters off the coffee table and carried maybe 2 of them to me offering me some bites. I said no with some awkwardness because this was weird. For some reason, I knew it wasn't because he was being polite helping out serving. When I said "No, Thanks" with a smile to the platters, he made a startling, surprised face and put the platters down back on the coffee table to sign to me, "but you are american!" I didn't understand what he meant by that and I was so puzzled by the remark. He lost me there. He continued with "When I chat with you, I think in my head when I look at you and am surprised that you are small and thin. Americans always eat and eat. Right? They are so big and fat. So I thought you wanted to eat and I bring you platters for you." I was taken aback by that. In some ways, I felt insulted for my American people. But he was right. Americans are real bad with food nowadays. The way he said it was with no class anyway so that made the whole thing look bad for me. It was just a whoa moment.
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Later that night, more of us were getting friendlier due to poisoning ourselves with liquid toxins, the guy and I chatted again. This time, along with his few deaf buddies from Leeds, I forgot how our conversation got led to the 9/11 topic. We started discussing about that. I forget the details. They asked me how I felt about it and I replied with my true feelings on the tragedic storm. Somehow, the debate got esclacted into unnecessary comments such like they joked about that what if it happens in London and that how there was no way it would because they are "neutral" compared to America because "we" are so egoistical about military and war and nuclear powers and money. They laughed as they joked about it. I was standing with a stoic face. I was hurted by it and I certainly let them see how it disrespected me. The only one who was left laughing last was that guy. Because the other guys had some sense to stop once they realized that it wasn't funny when I pointed out that it can happen to anyone and that not everyone in USA are not into war and that Bush is. They apologized to me except that guy. And look what happened in their tubes last year. I would not wish that on my worst enemy if I even had one. But I could not help it and not think about that ganged-up converstaion regarding any bombings in other countries. I do wonder what they thought and felt during the bombings in the tubes in London on their land. All I could do was just go, oh wow, weird, for only one second and then it all changes to compassion for everyone over there.
I guess we gotta, unfortunately, share the same planet as we learned in kidergartner and that is to share.
Just like thinking about whatever happened to good old fashioned art of letter writing that is delivered by snail mail into actual "inboxes"; nah, thank goddess for e-mails. Hm.
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I eat crap. You eat crap. We all eat crap. I have a button that I just, today actually, adhered to my purse that says "Two words America: Portion Control". Really, look at us all. In the high percentage, we all have some flabby tissues. I am so concerned about America's falling health. It's funny, I read that there are so many Americans who are very health-conscious, but yet America has a weight and health problems.
After few attempts with struggle pinning that button on my purse, a memory had a chance to be reflected in me head. I recalled the time when I was in London. During a dinner party, it was at the end of my first week or beginning of my second week there, I was continuiously meeting new people at that party at my friend's flat where I was staying at. Of course, they make a face when they learn that I am an American. Not a great face most of the time, I might add.
There was this guy who was kinda loud as in arrograt. He and I chatted some. While we were, few people (who I made fast friends with) who walked through physically undisturbing our conversation, but I caught them eyeballing me to hint at me to watch out for him and they were whispering at me with low signs (in BSL) telling me that he can be an asshole. I heard them loud and clear. So, I let the converstaion between the guy and I just flow by. At one point, I sat down on the couch in the living room. The food were being plated on the coffee table. It was a buffet party. The guy semi-announced to the people in the living room that I am an American. I saw that as an unimportant part because of the way he said it which made me feel on the spot. You know when a deaf person sees you on the bus and come up to you and say, "hey you deaf? im deaf too!" with a dumb smile painted on and you are left wityh just nodding back not wanting to intiate any converstation with that person because you weren't up to it with a total deaf stranger. Yeah, that feeling. Anyway, he started to pick up the platters off the coffee table and carried maybe 2 of them to me offering me some bites. I said no with some awkwardness because this was weird. For some reason, I knew it wasn't because he was being polite helping out serving. When I said "No, Thanks" with a smile to the platters, he made a startling, surprised face and put the platters down back on the coffee table to sign to me, "but you are american!" I didn't understand what he meant by that and I was so puzzled by the remark. He lost me there. He continued with "When I chat with you, I think in my head when I look at you and am surprised that you are small and thin. Americans always eat and eat. Right? They are so big and fat. So I thought you wanted to eat and I bring you platters for you." I was taken aback by that. In some ways, I felt insulted for my American people. But he was right. Americans are real bad with food nowadays. The way he said it was with no class anyway so that made the whole thing look bad for me. It was just a whoa moment.
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Later that night, more of us were getting friendlier due to poisoning ourselves with liquid toxins, the guy and I chatted again. This time, along with his few deaf buddies from Leeds, I forgot how our conversation got led to the 9/11 topic. We started discussing about that. I forget the details. They asked me how I felt about it and I replied with my true feelings on the tragedic storm. Somehow, the debate got esclacted into unnecessary comments such like they joked about that what if it happens in London and that how there was no way it would because they are "neutral" compared to America because "we" are so egoistical about military and war and nuclear powers and money. They laughed as they joked about it. I was standing with a stoic face. I was hurted by it and I certainly let them see how it disrespected me. The only one who was left laughing last was that guy. Because the other guys had some sense to stop once they realized that it wasn't funny when I pointed out that it can happen to anyone and that not everyone in USA are not into war and that Bush is. They apologized to me except that guy. And look what happened in their tubes last year. I would not wish that on my worst enemy if I even had one. But I could not help it and not think about that ganged-up converstaion regarding any bombings in other countries. I do wonder what they thought and felt during the bombings in the tubes in London on their land. All I could do was just go, oh wow, weird, for only one second and then it all changes to compassion for everyone over there.
I guess we gotta, unfortunately, share the same planet as we learned in kidergartner and that is to share.
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