May 19, 2005

• Technology is amazing. Because of Mac, I’m able to xanga AND study my lectures at the same time! 

  
  

  

  
  

  OK…I’m actually listening to a Yanomamo video that I recorded on my IPOD…for the past 10 minutes, it’s been a very long series of grunts and tongue-sounding noises. Since I slept through the video I have to screen it to see if I missed any of the English speaking narrator.

  
  

  

  
  

  His name is Unga and likes drugs that make his mucus green.

  
  

  

  
  

  I’m glad I slept though most of the video because most of it was so traumatizing! Naked men and women frolicking around in war paint is not my idea of entertainment…Anthropology is an acquired taste.

  
  

  Parle vous francais? Je parle francais!…mais ne tres bien…Well, dans l’ete je vais aller Canada etudier francais parce que UCLA francais 5 est tres difficult….et stupid UCLA n’allow me to go down to a lower francais to prepare! Come visit me in Montreal. I’ll be at L’Universite de Montreal to study french by immersion. Hopefully they won’t start speaking English to me like they do in France!

  
  

  Speaking of France…it reminds me of a funny experience I had at Jimmy’s cafe next to the Public Policy building…

  
  

  So my stomach and I were waiting for my sister Cecilia to come meet us on campus…being as impatient as we are (me and stomach), we order a chocolate croissant from the cafe.

  
  

  Have you ever had a nice warm chocolate filled croissant, where when you bite into it, you enter another dimension? If you haven’t, go to the Champagne Bakery on Sawtelle …

  
  

  

  
  

  …so that you can experience this exciting realm of reality….

  
  

  So back to my story…

  
  

  I wanted to warm my croissant…and spotted one of those conveyor belt toasters. Logically if you put the two together, you’d come out with a warm delectable croissant.

  
  

  

  
  

  I brilliantly ignore the large red “BAGELS OR TOAST ONLY” sign, plop the pastry on the belt, and automatically justify in my mind that a croissant is relatively the same size as a large bagel. And if you saw the opening of the toaster, you would be convinced of the same. 

  
  

  

  
  

  I spend a little less than 30 seconds silently waiting with pride in lieu of my pragmatism….only to be humbled instantly as the whole toasting unit starts smoking profusely…Only if the smoke could have hidden my embarrassment as well as it hid other parts of the room…Luckily the smoke alarm didn’t go off…but the guy who sold me the croissant dashed over and demanded in a booming voice “WHAT DID YOU PUT IN THERE?!?”… he might as well have said something like…”CAN’T YOU READ?? HOW CAN YOU CALL YOURSELF A STUDENT?!?” 

  
  

  

  
  

  Maybe it happens often , since he already had a probey thingy to exorcise the toaster of the foreign object…Actually, it was quite a show since it attracted an impressive audience of nearly a dozen students…After the blob plops in the output tray, the guy was nice enough to offer me another croissant free of charge…take it from me…a room temperature chocolate croissant is just as good as a fresh warm one…especially if it’s undeserved.

  
  

  How did France remind me of that story?? I don’t know. I’m just bad at transitions and I wanted to share an embarrassing moment.

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