Thursday, January 17, 2008

Holy Cow

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You know those times when everybody you meet falls in love with you (and vice-versa, to be honest) like you're a cow in heat or something? I wonder why that happens: maybe it happens when you're really happy, like in the past week in Lagos and now Cairo.
Guess what astrology has to say about this?Wow, I could never get married - except to you, Rafito.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Munchkin Land

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Dispatch from Lagos where the weather is Puerto Rico warm and the mosquitoes have evolved into weapon-resistant giant mutants of the 20th century species. They've also evolved to not itch while they bite, a development I appreciate.

The internet is pay-as-you-go so I have to hurry. Liked arriving in Lagos, it reminds me a bit of Sana'a, though the latter is simpler, more serene. I'm enjoying it - the food, my brother and family, the flight...Looking forward to Cairo.

I'm to "do something" with my hair tomorrow, because my folks can't stand it not done in some fancy way. Better than last time, when I had to get it done within 24hrs of arrival; next time I won't oblige at all.

Happy New Year.

Monday, December 24, 2007

As In Happy

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I just LOVE my new (old) homepage.
This is what my iGoogle looks like at midafternoon in Cairo. It's dusk and now the city-scape has turned powdery-blue. Wish me luck with the visa hunt and I'll be living in al-qaahira soon.

Saturday, December 08, 2007

Truth be told

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I'm wearing a bra today. A real, heavy, American, Victoria's Secret best-selling bra. I mean, I own many bras and wear them about half the times I go out in public, but I favour comfortable faux-bras. The most abandoned of my bras have been the pair of padding, lifting, veritable braces I purchased from VS years ago: this orange one, and a green one.

Ladies in America, I don't understand what all the fighting is with the breasteses. Let them be.

The same goes for panty hose/tights. I own a few of those too. I wore them about nine years ago, once this year for an interview, and a few times in between. The decision process for buying those is either buy thin, so you can breathe, or buy thick so it can last more than one day before getting snagged. Once I had the good fortune to buy thick and over-sized, with them I can breathe AND re-use. It has also proved a welcome added layer of clothing in the cold weather.

I assume women wear tights to "control-top" as much as to appear formal, otherwise panty hoses would be designed as true hoses without tops or feet. You want proof? Recently, one woman invented "spanx," which I'm very sorry to advertise since it's useless to cut out the foot of the panty hose when the main pain center is around the tummy. I saw they market a pregnant spanx too, which looks criminal: you're pregnant and squashing your mid-section? Why?

Anyway, about the bras, the last time I wore one was weeks ago to go to the movies. Raj took me to see that sappy dribble about 53 years of solitude or something. Yes, it was Love in the Time of Cholera. By the way, that was probably the last time I stepped outside the house too, because it has since become really cold out there.

The bra in question was relatively light, yet before the movie theater filled for the movie, I took the stupid thing off in the darkness. In case you were wondering how one removes a bra without taking off shirt and jacket, that's one of the Houdini-esque skills girls have, especially girls who attended a boarding school without private corners.

Today I'm wearing the big one, haven't tried it in years, wonder how long it will last before I take it off since it hurts already. This is the one that I've heard from girls and advertising is the most comfortable bra - as comfortable as what? A boot on your throat? - that's the only reason I gave it a shot against all visual evidence. Well, it's a piece of junk.

Meeting with a friend from out of town today, and lest you think I'm trying to impress her with boobs that have lift, point, immobility, and control of roll, pitch, and yaw, I'm not. There'll be layers of clothing over it and I might as well not wear it. Actually, I won't wear it. End of experiment. Less than five minutes.

Aaah that feeling - I just unhooked the bra - the blood flows again, I started breathing and stopped pouring sweat in my tender armpits.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Advice

Follow your heart.
If you are on a quest to find yourself, continue. It's a pleasurable thing to learn the answers to the questions of you.

What's the big deal about failure?
If you ever find yourself failing, fail, fail, fail. And survive, smile on your face. It sucks, I know.

Wanda Sykes on Gay Marriage

Don't hate. Emulate.
This goes for "love" as well as "success" - rather than be jealous of something beautiful, find your own something beautiful.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Flattery from my friends

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Ran into a friend last week, clean-cut black guy, native Arabic speaker. He told Raj in the introductions that I speak Arabic. Yes, he did. Liam, I will love you forever for saying that. Thank you. I try to live up to it.

A month ago I met another clean-cut black guy, family migrated to the US from Liberia during the war in the 1980s I suppose. We talked the entire 4000 kilometers from Dulles Virginia to Oakland California. Joe, dude, you were supposed to email me. I know the chic for you, you've got to meet her, y'all will be going happily ever after in no time.

My old friend, who has been (very) black all his life, and who I can only suspect is still clean-cut, may go the way of happily ever after one of these years soon. I think it'll hurt when he does. It's usually a little sad when my gorgeous boy friends off-n-marry like that.

Last night I went to a Nigerian restaurant and was around gaggles of nice-looking Nigerian blokes. They were sorely in need of a center of attention and were Raj not there I'd have inserted myself in their happy conversations. My wonder was "where are the girls" when boys assemble like that? I mean the girls want to marry these guys, so how come they're not hanging out together? Manners, maybe?

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving

Your assignment is to jijo Shina Peters!

That means DANCE to the music. Dance dance dance and forget your sorrows. Please clear the floor.

In grad school, I always wanted to have a dance party with all the best of Shina playing and the videos projected on the screen. The music video with the opulently-figured dancers would push us all to go for it, shake that body, shake that everything. I looked and found the video for sale, but never digital, so no Shina party. Today, with youtube, well:

THE SIDE A of ACE by Sir Shina Peters.

SIDE A continued, ends at 7:50.


SIDE B is slow at first so you can catch your breath

Bobo mi Americano...Afro Juju lo gbode


This was the official Health Plan for Lagosians. After chopping jollof rice, fried chicken, dodo, moin-moin elemimeje and salaad, followed by iyan and edikaikong and egusi and "assorted" and goat and snail and pomo and liver and isi ewu pepper soup and drinking coke, fanta, and malt (and small beer/stout/wine/palmwine/imported shak for the older ones) for weddings, naming ceremonies, people's birthdays, thanksgiving and memorials, Jesus' birthday...then you get up and dance Shina, which as you've noticed is no 3-minute dance number. Then you do a set of disco, then repeat the Shina...

My goal is to practice and get the shoulder flap dance going again. My dance skills have gone soft, y'all.

More Shina and more party gist after you've digested this.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Sociable? Test yourself.

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MBTI
On the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, I scored -1 on a -30 to +30 Introversion scale. Today, I took a different extroversion test at Queendom.com and scored 51%.
So basically, both times (four years apart) I was judged to be on the knife edge between introverted and not...and placed in the Extrovert bin - phew.
In Myers Briggs, the only significant signal is that I'm "Perceiving" not "Judging": +12 out of 30. Makes sense: Biologists bug me. Super-organized folks too. My mother is a J - trust me. Hillary Clinton? Give me a little flava.
Similarly, I was judged a moderate N, with Intuition score of +8 out of 30.
I'm barely an F on the Feeling-Perceiving scale, with a +1 score there.
So I'm an ENFP, but really a ?N?P.

LSI
I re-take the Learning Style Inventory (info) once or twice every year.
It's cool to watch how life events change my orientation. Like how my AC (Abstract Conceptualization, or Thinking) score was off the charts at the start of grad school - highs above 95th percentile in the second year, and how though still dominant, it stopped being hyper-dominant by the third year or so.

The CE (Concrete Experience, or Feeling) score has darted between 60th and 90th percentile with no particular pattern. My AE (Active Experimentation, or Doing) score has always been miniscule - often in the single-digit percentile rank - and even now at its height is under the 40th percentile score.

The surge in RO (Reflective Observation, or Watching) around the third year of grad school, probably one of the most pensive periods I've known. In these six years, it went from below the 20th percentile to 90th and steadily back to below 20th today.

Another cool story is how my first foray out of the "Assimilator" quadrant came in my fifth year, upon my return from Yemen. I had become clearly a Diverger, your ideal actress-ideator. Half a year later, I had bounced back to "Assimilator" only to return the next year to Diverger land.

Divergers are the artists, creatives, and touchy-feelies mostly. I usually lived near this quadrant yet squarely in the neighbouring Assimilator quadrant of theories, models and plans, and abode of teachers, researchers, religious ministers, and (oddly enough) financiers.

Now I'm completely lost to dorkiness it would seem...classed an "Accommodator." Accomodators are like salespeople, managers and politicians - the all-too-boring, get-it-done people-people.
I never visited the Converger quadrant, home of engineers/technologists. It makes sense, although I am an engineer.

I like astrology too, think it's pretty fun and useful for learning about people - self and others. Birthday astrology is really cool too, like sun sign astrology, but with more detail. I like.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Al Gore, Panel on Climate Change, share Nobel Peace Prize

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Global warming is the Nobel Peace Prize issue...
...now will you release my friend?
William (Billy) Cottrell had the foresight, enthusiasm, and energy to speak up about Global warming years ago when Hummers seemed poised to take over the world and before Electric Vehicles became cool. His big plan was to bumper-sticker cars with the message: SUVs promote Terrorism.

My car at the time was my dream ride, a Jeep Cherokee. So I agree there are people more apt to challenge convention than I, yet we must all feel blessed that people like him see a new way and alert all the rest of us to it. Society would be horrid without the elements that move for change. It's in fact our responsibility to change the world for the better, even if the hordes are wrong wrong wrong. I also appreciate the stability-drivers of society. They may be bored to tears, not to mention boring, but this yin and yang world needs all kinds of people. I wouldn't have minded the bumper sticker or the message.

I thought Billy suffered mostly from poor timing in being picked up for a crime labelled terrorist so soon after the shock-and-awe invasion of Iraq: FBI careers depended on nailing him. President Bush's Americanism required everyone to close ranks against these anti-war and anti-oil folks. There was even insurance cash to be reaped by a few lucky mercenaries after the arson attacks. Yin and yang baby. Fun stuff.
Now that the climate has changed :) maybe it's time to free Billy. For reals. It may even be time to free thousands from the cruel pressures of gaol. Please don't waste their time.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Pro Sport. Passionate Lifestyle.

My TV Channel nowadays is The Tennis Channel. I can't stop watching. What's on now? The Madrid Masters tournament.

What's new in tennis video on youtube?
It's Part 2 of a Rome-themed work featuring Roger Federer, Ana Ivanovic, and Rafael Nadal. You may also watch Part 1, catch Pussycat if you missed it, and see more cool Roger y Rafa videos.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Who are you wearing?

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If I can, will be wearing a lot of eleVen and Aneres, whatever the designers come up with. Something fun to do :) since Serena is a superstar, and Venus is so cool in so many ways.

Venus Williams at age eleven
Interviewer: Venus Williams is 5 feet 4 inches tall. She's eleven years old. She's a black girl from the hood who walks her puppy dog...
Venus: I'd like to win Wimbledon as many times as anyone could win it. More than any woman, man or junior did.
Interviewer: What about the other tournaments?
Venus: I'll get a Grand Slam. (Read More)

Hang Out with Serena

Friday, September 14, 2007

There will never ever be another you

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Like when Peter Boyle died, somehow Luciano Pavarotti's death seems unbelievable. Who will be Pavarotti now?

I don't know a lot about opera, I'm getting there, but such beauty and tradition and warmth and goosebumps he gave in his art...You know when you watch/hear something you literally don't understand and yet understand deeply?

My life with opera music began long ago when I watched Fatal Attraction, a movie not for kids but hey I turned out just fine. In the movie, Michael Douglas was with Glenn Close and one or both of them said "I love Madame Butterfly." Years later I was at the antique book/music store in DuPont Circle in DC with other brand-new Howard University freshmen (Sona, Moe, Funmi, and Alicia?) and saw a CD with Puccini: Madame Butterfly - Highlights. The movie people loved this music? Good enough for me. I bought it and have listened a gazillion times since.

I didn't actually go to watch an opera until last year. I saw La Traviata (Futral, Calleja) at the LA Opera, because in Match Point (great movie), Jonathan Rhys-Myers' on-screen brother-in-law delivered the line: it's La-bloody-Traviata.

Beautiful, beautiful, was Traviata - not just the robust voices and the cheesy, simple story line, but definitely the highly stylized acting. The artists communicate so much in the exaggerated poses, the light-and-colour changes, and the actors' painted faces that you don't really need to follow the translations to know belle from prostitute, or love-struck from power-hungry, and ultimately to cry when - all at once - a thousand and one memories soar to the top of your mind on one drawn-out high note, crashing in one rapturous truth - a wave against rock. Lesson learned, opera done, you whisper your thanks and go home. (Maybe you wish you could be the one in make-up serving up drama.)

Soon after, I took a friend to Don Carlo - he loved it a lot more than I did. Another friend thinks I should try Wagner. I'll like to see a couple of more Verdi, and of course Butterfly. Now let me tell you about the people-watching at the opera: rich people, funny fashion sense - that's the basic idea. It beats reading tabloid magazines. Opera houses are often ornate and spectacular, if a little stuffy/snooty and intimidating.

Ask me or call the opera for suggestions if you're poor :) but interested in watching a show or two. Fortunately, you can access the arts on a limited budget if you know where to look. Caltech even has an Opera Club which gives away cheap or free tickets. When you're rich, be cool and sponsor the arts too.

Pavarotti is dead. I dreamt about him once: a benign conflation of The Three Tenors and a bizarre movie trailer in which black men tended large babies. I was probably listening to Rigoletto (Milnes, Pavarotti, Sutherland) a lot at the time.

Read a soothing tribute to Luciano Pavarotti in Time Magazine.
There will never ever be another you.

Friday, September 07, 2007

Djokovic's imitation of fellow tennis players

This one is cool, includes impressions of Ramirez Hidalgo, Roddick, Agassi, Nadal, Sharapova, and Federer. Watch.

Find more here.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Heading home Part 2

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Eight weeks ago, I was all set to go home to Nigeria. Now I'm still living in the States and look to live here for a while longer. What happened?

Why I wanted to go in the first place:
The push - Mostly the completely impossible travel and visa situation. It's related to the class stratification in the US, and the fact that being black doesn't confer many advantages here. Raising children requires help and community to a degree that most Americans do not even aspire.
The pull - Family and support system, living in a place with sunshine, the thirst for shared values, doing more meaningful work, appreciation. In Nigeria, nobody is in a class higher than you - our constitution may not be explicit about this, but the practice of pride is alive and well.

What changed:
EVERY TIME I have traveled internationally, it has followed a nerve-wracking bureaucratic drama: I've been detained and strip-searched, paid hundreds of dollars in transit visas and thousands in canceled tickets. Further, roughly every weekday I've spent in Nigeria has seen me at the embassy lobbying to get in (pushing and shoving and then pushing fellow Nigerians some more, keeping up with the rumours about the ever-changing application or entry or passport photo or payment "system") or lobbying for a visa. Naturally, I surmised that "they" don't want "us" to stay. As a dear racist friend of mine used to say "Go back to Africa." No problem.

One day in July I tried to go home, having accepted that I wouldn't be able to come back due to the fierce gate-keeping by the Immigration authorities. We got tickets (thanks N) and packed for the airport where I was told that I couldn't fly without a transit visa to cover my one-hour stopover (for flight-change) in Europe. I couldn't get a transit visa without a few days of embassy palaver. Transit visas are only required by people from selected countries, whereas until recently Americans could travel overseas for weeks without a passport. Siooma.

Anyway, this taught me that bureaucracy is not as rational as I thought; it would work to keep me from going back to Africa as well as block me from coming in. Oh well. I returned home. Home is in Berkeley (a guy named Raj.)

My new cynical take on the whole thing is: they want you to go, they want you to stay. Do what you want. You may need to get a lawyer. Nobody understands chaos like a lawyer.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

ValleyWag is Good and Bad

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Virtual Estate
Must commend the old media for taking this blog thing and making it their own: Time, The Atlantic Monthly, USA Today, etc.

Trop Gauche
Boo to the new gossip media for being so mean and distasteful: Perez Hilton, Gawker Media...I prefer the less innovative, but far kinder old-school celebrity-gossip-peddlers.

Drink for health?
Wondering: did people always drink water? How did they find fresh water?

Poor soldier no more
Crush on Wesley Clark. No crush on Obama. It's not business, it's hormonal.

Questions for Rafa
on TIME.com
Tennis Player, Rafael Nadal
Thomas Niedermueller / Getty
Drama has returned to the top rung of men’s tennis, and much of the credit belongs to Rafael Nadal. Nadal has proven himself to be the undisputed master of clay courts, but has not let up in his pursuit of world number one Roger Federer on grass or hard courts. The upcoming U.S. Open will be a prime test of both men. Use the form below to submit your questions for Rafael Nadal—in Spanish as well—then look for the upcoming interview in TIME Magazine.
...No questions from me. Just admiration. (understatement)

Power and Light
Once again, I have a chunk of my life planned out. It sort of needs a job.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Mo' Power to Mo'Nique...and that Mark tennis player guy

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Watching the celebrity gossip show, EXTRA. According to them, Monique's beauty contest show for fat women has taken the beauties to France for a glam photo shoot in which they're wearing only body paint.

Mo'Nique is spunky, positive, and super-empowering.

What else do I watch on TV nowadays? AGE OF LOVE - the reality dating show with 20-something and 40-something year old women vying to be the girlfriend of this guy Mark Phillippoussis who's 30 and has been to the Wimbledon and US Open finals.

...Can't wait to see what happens next Monday. Last episode's elimination was delicious: the woman was catty, toxic really, and the cut was swift as soon as he detected her "competitive" ways. I like the show, but don't like the terms "cougar" and "kitten" - eewww.

The Science of Love, an hour-long "experiment" (and promotional machine for some dating site I've forgotten now) was super-cool too.

You guessed it, I also enjoyed the many incarnations of The Bachelor and The Bachelorette. One of the big cultural adjustments when I came to America: men sitting pretty with women striving to bag them. In Nigeria, a show like The Bachelorette would have much greater appeal than The Bachelor. Men competed for chics, not the other way around. Oh well.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

The Art Teacher

Listen to Rufus Wainwright's The Art Teacher with unofficial video:


I just made a picture to the theme of that song. All was drawn in an interface on the Metropolitan Museum of Art website.

The_Art_TeacherThe Art Teacher
Second picture in 2007?

First came the Executive Company Head in the center of the paper. He's pot-bellied, in his home with a crucifix on the wall - there should be a Turner there somewhere too according to the song. Then there's little "I" looking at (and up to) the art teacher.

I used to Paint (using Microsoft Paintbrush) on breaks from work at Chrysler back in the day. (That was an awesome internship. Didn't know how lucky I was to be surrounded by such happy people.) The pictures were nicer than this one: I had better control over the "pen" since I used a proper movable mouse, plus I had an eraser, colours, spraypaint, cut-and-paste...

...really loved the copying and pasting - built an army, a field of flowers - pretty autistic. Don't worry it wasn't straight copy-paste, there was some realism: perspective, variety. Still, using a computer to draw wasn't the best way to relax from hours of using my eyes and a computer to "sequence processes for F1 build of the 2001 minivan" and my head really hurt from the strain.

Couple of Cravings

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I just ate some left-over pasta - not just any leftovers, it's Bertagni, this stuffed pasta line at Trader Joe's. It makes me eat more. It makes me lick my own palate. There's something in the stuffing that I guess my body's been needing. I just finished the ricotta and reggiano cheese tortellini one. Before that there was "gorgonzola and walnut." Waiting in the fridge is an unbelievable pumpkin ravioli - the reason I now like pumpkin - and more .

The pasta takes less than five minutes to make.

My past Trader Joe's addiction: they had this bag of salted fluffed peas in a pod. I couldn't help myself against an open bag of Calbee's SnapPea Crisps, even though each was 2.5 servings of high sodium stuff. I took a picture of the bag last year intending to write about it, then I found that someone else had written a blog post about The new "Crystal Meth" of the Snack Food World.