Feb 07 2010
Sunday Humor :: Eating Cheerleaders
Toronto Raptors
Houston Rockets
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Jan 16 2010
My First Job Interview
If you’re in the mood for a good laugh, try to remember your first job interview.
Maybe yours won’t make you laugh like mine, but it’ll probably make you smile at the memory of a much younger, more callow and inexperienced version of you.
The details of my first job interview are a little hazy, but I definitely remember the gist of that day. I was heading into my junior year in high school. I was living in Houston, TX. Since I had no car, I could only apply to jobs within walking distance.
Right around the corner, Kroger, the grocery store. I applied for a job as bag boy, and I really wanted to get this job, not so much because of the prestige that came with it, but for the regular paychecks, which would help me buy food on weekends.
A woman called me in for the interview shortly after I filled out a one-page application with references, experience, and location.
All my references were either friends or family. I had exactly no prior experience. But at least I lived right around the corner, so my hours were about as flexible as could be, and I could show up for the job on short notice, it being summertime.
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Jan 04 2010
Most Amazingly Decorated Home in Houston :: Briar Grove Park
Although I wasn’t born in Houston, I did a lot of my growing up there. Briar Grove Park saw four, maybe five years of my life.
I don’t remember the neighborhood ever being outrageously decorated for Christmas, but this year one single-family house raised the bar and got noticed by more than just Briar Grove Park denizens.
The explosion of merry lights got the attention of the local news, which featured this amazing house, located on Briarbrook Dr, catty corner to a longtime friend’s house.
I took piano lessons several houses up the street.
My piano teacher was gray haired, bespectacled, and, after her kids left in pursuit of adulthood, lived alone with her Golden Retriever. She always wrote in cursive with a #2 pencil that could have been sharper, but was always just right.
She taught me how to play Bach’s Minuet in G Major, abridged.
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Jun 27 2009
TOE Poetry :: America 2
by Mr Babylon
On a humid Houston day
I went looking for a haircut.
For three dollars and change I got a clean cut,
And a quick glimpse at the last flickering
Of the phenomenon known as the American dream-
A refugee from a war that sent boys with no future
To destroy a distant asian land,
His smile held no trace of the cynic,
And His eyes shined bright with hope
and gratitude for a foreign power,
Willing to intervene often
for self-determination and democracy
Or to trade bombs and helicopters
for dollars and lives,
And in failure give tickets for a new life
far from a war-torn home.
A story told often in classrooms and kitchens
The glue of a nation of immigrants
with disparate origins abroad.
But how long would hope reign
For the progeny of this pioneer
in the face of ignorance and ill treatment
will his son turn bitter and his daughter homesick.
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