Stop Bitching, Sit in the Middle of K Street!

So I was downtown just getting out of my level III yoga class at Results...
I heard the thunderous noise of voices in unison chanting together, as I unlocked my bike from the parking meter.

I decided since I had nothing else to do after Yoga except meet up with my Free Trade homies at Busboys and Poets around 3PM I would go check out what all commotion was. It was like getting extra Soy in my tall latte or something. There were so many people just like me there. I mean I thought I was unique and I know I still am... but they all shared my same feeling on the war in Iraq.

My black rimmed glasses began to fog so I wiped them on my flannel shirt and as I put them back on this girl with a sign that said 'Babies are killed by US bullets in Iraq' came up to me and asked me my name. She said, "What's up brother?, what's your name?" and I said my name was Felix. She said, "Coolness man, I'm Evina, Isn't this such a glorious afternoon?" I agreed and she asked me to hold her sign while she took out her Poloroid camera and snapped a shot of me standing behind the mass of Salvation Army clothing sitting in the road behind me.

I noticed after she took the picture she looked at the sky and and began to dance and enjoy the rain falling on her face and through her dread locked hair. I was in heaven! She was even wearing the Chuck Taylor's I wanted to get at Urban Outfitters yesterday :). After we chatted for a bit and she introduced me to all of her friends the group of protesters decided to move on. "I love you all and you have been amazing, lets keep this historic gathering together and dance our way to another location!" exclaimed an equally hip chick on the loud speaker. As I heard M.I.A.'s 'Worldtown' blast out of the speakers we held hands and danced in the rain towards DuPont Circle. I was so excited to be apart of something so big, so important, and so socially correct! I was there man, in the moment, a re-born flower child from the 60's, doing my part to end such a horrid and never ending war.

I say Fuck Bush, Fuck the War!

Anyways we all went our seperate ways and Evina came back to my house with me so we could see if we made it on any of the news stations... Surprisingly we didn't... only a story about Britney Spears adopting a family of Sea Monkey's to learn how to take care of something... Evina and I exchanged myspace page URLs and she went back to her Co-op in Columbia Heights, I would have driven her but my bike only fits 1 person...

Anyways I decided to kick back the rest of the night, listen to some Against Me and take in everything that happened to me after Yoga class. I love living in DC its soooo cool you never know on any given day what you might run into to... O well I have to read the rest of this Chomsky book and then update my myspace! Catch you on the flip side! Felix.

I knew that my Sleepwalking was becoming a problem again!

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And my friends comments on my recent escapades:

DJ Doc Rok: up to your old shennanigans again, eh?

Leyland: is this you sleepwalking again

Cecilia: i like that they call it a creepy gnome

Monica: god dude that is creepy

Jessie: uh oh creepy lawn gnome!

O white people, when will be considered cool!

This site continues to impress me! http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/

#80 The Idea of Soccer
March 3, 2008 by clander

Many white people will tell you that they are very into soccer. But be careful, it’s a trap.

If you then attempt to engage them about your favorite soccer team or talk about famous moments in soccer history, you are likely to be met with blank stares. This is because white people don’t actually enjoy watching soccer, they just like telling their friends that they are into it.

In fact, the main reason white people like soccer is so they can buy a new scarf. As you may or may not know, many soccer teams issue special scarves, and white people cannot get enough of them!

Most white people choose a favorite soccer team based on either a study abroad experience or a particularly long vacation to Europe or South America. When they return, they like to tell their friends about how great “football” is and that they are committed to ‘getting more into’ now that they have returned home.

Some white people take this charade so far as to actually play in adult soccer leagues or attend a local professional match.

The best method for exploiting this is to ask a white person who their favorite football team is and how they came to be fans. This will allow them to tell you about their time abroad and feel as though they have impressed you with their knowledge. Once they have finished talking, it is acceptable to ask for favors.

Note: Europeans are actually into Soccer and are exempt from this entry, however they are free to use it to their advantage when in North America.

O-B-A-M-A!!!!!

Here is a new video by will.i.am! I actually like this one better.. plus if Luis Guzman (Boogie Nights, Traffic, and Count of Monte Cristo) supports Obama so do I hahah...





Here is the video:



ENJOY!

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Well the Wire kicks ass.

Here is prolly the most classic scene from any Wire episode:



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