Monday, June 19, 2006

the revolution

So on my quick little trip to the Metropolitan Cafe for lunch today, I had an interesting little encounter with a fellow I'll henceforth call "Kurt," as his long hair parted down the middle, age of not yet 20, unkempt demeanor and skater shoes reminded me of all the guys I went to middle/high school with while Nirvana was at it's peak.

I first noticed Kurt when I was outside talking to Special K on the phone before I went in to get lunch. He was talking to an older woman who he may or may not have actually known prior to walking up to her. I didn't think much of it, and went in to order. After I made my order, I was standing back from the counter about 4 feet next to the drink refrigerator, quietly waiting for my sandwich to be sanded. Kurt was standing to the left of me about 3 feet, hovering around looking at the menu, and then he went up to order and after he finished ordering, he spun around and leaned with his back up against the counter and said,

"Hey."

"Hi," I reply, surprised.

"Has your day been good?" he continued.

"Umm, yeah, it has," I respond.

He looks at me for a second and then asked, "Really?"

Before I could answer, the owner gave him his change back and he had to turn back around.

Now normally, I really don't mind friendly greetings from strangers, but this guy seemed a little off. Or maybe a little off +. I don't know, call it a "person of logical thought processes" feeling.

So before he had a chance to turn back around, I quickly position myself up at the front of the other side of the counter, to get myself as close to any other life forms as possible. He moves back to where I had originally been standing, so we essentially switched places. After a few glorious moments of alone time waiting for my food, he - almost seemingly in one motion - slid up next to me at the counter with about one foot of breathable air betwixt us and said,

"So, uh, you're not from around here are you? I mean, not right around here are you? I mean, you're from Dallas though."

"Umm, no, I'm not from Dallas," I said, destroying all the hopes and pipe dreams in his past, present and future.

"You're not? Dang!" he said, with a look that was MUCH more confused than it should have been, given that he didn't know I existed five minutes ago, let alone my place of origin.

Then he said, "Okay, think of a name and concentrate on it really really hard."

*I think "Kevin" really really hard*

"CHERYL!" he asserts.

"No, it wasn't Cheryl," I said.

He let loose another "Dang!"

THEN he turns to me and asks, "If I start a revolution - which I will - would you be part of it with me?"

At this point, the girl behind the counter asked me if I want mustard on my turkey sandwich, which, of course, I do, and I told her so. When I turn back to Kurt, he went on,

"And yes, I'm serious."

I asked him what he would be revolutionizing, and he went on to tell me that he wanted to promote anarchy and unite the world and destroy all other forms of government. Oh, that and rap music.

"Oh, well, I really like rap music, so I guess I can't really be a part of that," I say.

He seemed a little discouraged, but not for long. He went on to tell me HOW he plans on eliminating rap from the world (but did NOT, surprisingly, share the details of his plan to unite the world via anarchy). See, he's going to become a rapper - a really famous one that everyone likes - and since people will love him, he'll start dissing (that's right) rap, and then rap will undoubtedly be destroyed.

He shared that rap music just makes girls feel like they need to be demeaned and be.....let's just say for the sake of editing.....unsavory in all manner of prudence. I reply by saying that no, rap music doesn't cause girls to want to be "unsavory in all manner of prudence" but that the family institutions of these girls he's so worried about don't provide enough of a foundation of self-respect and a positive self image if the girls are modeling themselves after the dancers in rap videos. He came back with an authoritative,

"Yeah, I guess so."

It was about this time that my sandwich was coming out of the kitchen, and as I was taking my to go bag, Kurt told me that it was nice to talk to me.

"Good luck with your revolution," I say and smile as I walk out of Metro wondering if I really just had that conversation.

Friday, June 16, 2006

10 lbs. 13 oz.

Michael and Annie officially and manifestly surpassed "becoming one" by "creating one" little Samuel Josiah Hedgpeth on June 12, 2006 at 11:48 pm.

I'm not going to post any more about it until I can post some beautiful pictures up here, but I will say this. He's gorgeous.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

d minor

Many of you know that I rather fancy any movie of which Christopher Guest is a part. A few of these include:

The Princess Bride
Waiting for Guffman
Best in Show
A Mighty Wind

And finally, somewhere before all of these, there lies a little treat I like to call Spinal Tap.


This is one of my favorite little clips from this beloved family classic.

Enjoy.

Friday, June 09, 2006

gnarly

Some of my friends at work just showed me Gnarls Barkley performing on both the MTV Movie Awards and Conan O'Brien. This is incredible...

Gnarls Barkley on the MTV Movie Awards.

Gnarls Barkley on Conan O'Brien.

Be sure to watch both of them, because while the song might be the same, the theme is different. I was so impressed and I definitely want to go get the CD stat.

STAT!!

Monday, June 05, 2006

at a loss

I don't really know what to post, but I feel like I should since I haven't for a while, and I've got a few minutes to do it.

Let's see. This past weekend was Pentecost, so that's cool. (seriously, despite how that sounded)

I finished writing my article for the new mag last night. I hope Jerome doesn't hate it. *eyes.......that's right.......darting nervously around the box o' posting*

I can't wait until I only have to write, and I can have free time to do various things, id est, play music, hang out with friends, hang out with family, etc. It will be nice. It WILL be nice. (I'm trying to be bold)

I wonder if there are any pictures I could show you...hmm.......Kevin has some on his camera, but I don't know if he's in a position to send them to me or not. Let's check...... *sending text message* ......... *waiting for reply* ............

He didn't have them yesterday, so I saved this post "as draft" and I'm going to update you on our adventures with Jack. I don't know where he came from or how he got there, but I like him just the same:

Jack shooting mind bullets at all of us or lifting weights. You choose.


Kevin and Jack face off.


This face off quickly turns into a fist clenching, nose crinkling competition.


Jack won. Sadly, we got to see what happens when Jack wins. He eats his enemies.

He eats cake, too.

Oh! Kevin's most recent blog is HILARIOUS! Check it out.