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I find that when I’m on the train, my mind tends to wander.  Especially in the past 2 weeks.  It’s been about 9 years since my father passed and since I’ve been out of school.  Remember on your first job interview, your interviewer would ask you where you saw yourself in 10 years. It really is a trick question.  There is really no right or wrong answer.   It seems like a simple question, but it isn’t really.  I know I’ve strayed from my original pattern of though.  But really I started wandering about the road not taken.  If my father didn’t pass away, I would have been on the agency path.  Most likely working either at a marketing or pr agency.  Yes, I was one of those young pups. But I had to defer a few final interviews to keep my father company before he passed.  I have no regrets.  I just find it amusing how fate works. And how I’ve landed on my career path.  So am I where I thought I be 9 years ago.  I don’t know. But I’m happy that I have my friends and family.  That’s all I am most thankful for.

*Yawn*  This sweltering heat just makes me so darn sleepy.  And our air conditioner at work decided to go on strike.  It said it refuses to work when the temperature is over 100. It figures.   Then the electricity for half my building blew last night for about 2 hours.  Of course, Murphy’s law continues.  I came into the office this morning to find out my room decided that it wanted to be turned into a sauna.  In a way it was a pretty humorous day.  Including walking into the kitchen to find my co-worker sticking his head in the freezer.  What can I say, it was a very hot day.  When you got on the train you get a blast of the cold AC welcoming you in. Then when you get off, you get whip lashed by the hot air.  All I can say is I’m glad that the NYC trains are fully equipped with air conditioners or my commute really would have been the hot commute to hell.

(Note: This is in reference to the last comments and the last 2 post The Movie Must Go On! and Do the Right Thing!)

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If you weren’t such a coward, then you would put your name and proper email in your comment. Since you’ve lost the argument, I guess it for the sake of saving face (aka damage control). But you must think I’m an imbecile to not figure out the author of this comment.

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If you considered yourself a respectable publication, you wouldn’t have to stoop to a level of mud slinging. It’s rather juvenile and very grammer school. You only come off as a neanderthal. Perhaps it’s a certain level of professionalism you do not possess.

So if you want to fan flames, go ahead. It’s just traffic for me.

My… my.. Is someone searching for all blog post for L Magazine via Technorati. Apparently, my little rant would be considered bad PR. Now that wouldn’t exactly have been good publicity for the first Summer Screen movie of season. Or perhaps, this is just reverse PR. Word of Mouth is killer.

So what, if the movie started at 9:45. It was suppose to start at 9pm as per their advertisement. Yet their was no disclaimer that anything was subject to change. Such as the food police at the arch. Yes, the food police who didn’t allow you to bring any food or drinks into McCarren Park Pool. And let’s not forget the bag check. Alas, that was not in the advertisement either. Oh pooh!

If you can perform a sound check then you can at least test the projector. I don’t exactly see them having any problems starting on time at the Brooklyn Bridge Park Movie with a View. Then again, they’re pretty professional. Perhaps the non-profits are better than these indie start-ups. If the hipsters don’t mind, I guess it’s okay. But I don’t know how long anyone would be able to deal with rowdy hipsters.

Normally, I be playing scrabble in the park with a group I met last year. But since I have not been able to organize a gathering. I thought I check out a meetup group.  Never again!  Why?  First, I play scrabble for fun. And some of these people just eat, sleep and play scrabble.  They are just ultra-competitive.  One woman definitely look forward to her monthly scrabble meets. While one woman was just massively uptight.  She was frowning for most of the match and looked like she was going to bite your head off if you contested her word.   They also preferred to use a regular scrabble board because they like the feel of the wood tiles.  Yo!  Get your mind out of the gutter.  I can on and on about my experience with this group.  But in the end let’s just say I’m not going back.

I am no longer a happy camper right now. It was suppose to be Viva la France not Forza Azzurri. What the hell am I talking about. World Cup, of course. Now I’m going to have to wait another 4 years for the next World Cup. Why did Vieira and Henry have to leave the game. And don’t get me started on Zidane. He totally pulled a Roony. Was he possessed. Apparently, so! *Grumble* Well at least I finish 4th in the office pool. Not bad for someone that doesn’t know anything about footy. Sorry, I mean football. Fine, soccer. Well I must go back to sulking.

I’m so glad to finally be back home. My 9:26 am train was delayed for 3 hours because of border patrol. Apparently, they had to question everyone a train in Rochester. Who would want to sneak into the country through Rochester of all places. There only a university, Corning or Kodak there. Anyhow, we got stuck in Albany again, because they had to detach some trains. By the time the train left Albany, the food cart was out of food. That never happens. I felt bad for the folks that had to continue their trip to Philly. Next time, I’m flying. I don’t care.

There is one thing I hate about rain when it hot and humid.  The mosquitoes start coming out of the woodwork.  I woke up last night to find 3 mosquito bites on my arm.  Then I discovered the little rascal even bite my toe. Bah!  It’s itchy.  Well more numb.  Feels like I have frostbite.  Let’s just say if I see this mosquito it’s going to find itself spat.

In the past month, the immigration reform has been receiving massive media and political attention. And I have been pretty quiet about my views. It’s a topic that infuriates me. The only reason this issue is being addressed is because the results will have a major impact on the upcoming political election. Aside from deflecting from the issue of war.

The media is spinning this as a Hispanic issue. But it’s not. There are other illegal immigrants in the United States. Yes, it will have the biggest impact on the Hispanic community but they aren’t the only effected community. It’s like the Civil Rights movement in that it isn’t just black and white, it’s also about all the people in between. Before I derail, let’s get back on track. I hate that people say that this is an immigrant issue. It’s not. It’s an issue that effect illegal immigrants. If they legalize these illegal immigrants, they will stop the exploitation of these undocumented workers. Employers will be force to pay taxes on these employees which will result into income for the government. This will also result in the rise in the cost of living in that employers will be force to raises prices to cover these taxes. That’s big government for you.

But I can not stay quiet anymore. This morning while reading the paper during my morning commute I ran across the following quote by Jesse Jackson in regards to yesterday’s immigration rally. He said that this is “an unmistakeable message about working people and immigrants. This rally really is about the huddled masses demanding that they have a part of the American Dream.” But they aren’t immigrants. They are undocumented workers who are here illegally.

I am slightly conflicted. I’m technically a 1st generation immigrant, some would call me 1.7. Why? Because I came here when I was a baby. An immigrant with American ideals. My parents came to the States for the American Dream. I have family that waited over a decade to immigrate here legally. My folks had spent a lot of money hiring lawyer and finding a sponsor to bring my family over from Asia. What message will this send to immigrants that come over to this country by legal means. Has anyone ever thought of that. The backlash from the current immigrant community. It sure doesn’t feel that way. I know I’m a minority in my views but I have nothing to gain in this debate. I just know it’s going to feel like a slap in the face if they legalize these illegal immigrants.

I was in line at Duane Reade when I overheard a conversation between two men about women jeans. Strange. They were speaking about this marketing executive who admitted she preferred True Religion(TR) jeans over the $60 dollar jeans she was marketing.   Aside from the fact TR probably have a $300 dollars and probably has about a 300% mark up.   The TR jeans are mostly made of a high grade of denim but that’s about it. But I still couldn’t help chuckling.  Cause as much these men can not understand the outrageous cost of this pair of denim, I don’t think they’re exactly complaining how the TR jeans fit on that girl.  In the end, the thing that drives up the cost is the cut and quantity of production.  But isn’t that common sense.