Cheating on my “old wife”…a confession/saying goodbye to redbull

January 30, 2009

If you had told me that someday I would not be drinking 1,2, or 3 Redbull energy drinks per day 6 years ago, I would have laughed at you.  “Redbull FO LIFE!” I would have said back to you.  But the day has come when I have learned to bury my old Redbull habit for good.  

I was attending a wedding for a friend of mine earlier this year and decided to drop in on a friend of mine the day after.  I was completely WRECKED.  I didn’t look good, so my friend offered me an FRS® Healthy Energy™ is a new kind of healthy energy that provides sustained energy without the crash. energy drink
.  I  didn’t think there was anything an energy drink could do for me, but I was completely wrong.  FRS (Free Radical Scavengers?) tastes like a smoothie, not like a soda, so I didn’t think it would work.  But 30 minutes later I was good to go.

It’s actually not supposed to work as a hangover cure. Obviously.  It’s Lance Armstrong’s energy drink.  You can find out more about it here
.  They offer a free trial package for shipping and handling only that includes FRS in all shapes and sizes.  It’s a nice package.  Try it for yourself.  I’m hooked on it, but not in the cracky way that I was hooked on Redbull…hooked in a good way.  It works!

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The new PLUR Obama Sticker

January 24, 2009

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Slumdog Millionaire

January 24, 2009

Man.

I can’t remember the last time I went to see a movie and felt choked-up for more than half of it.  This movie was so beautiful.  I’ve only been to Indian (Punjab) twice, and I must say that I don’t give the country enough credit for its beauty.  India is truly over-exoticized.  “OH…you’ve been to ‘India!!’  It must have been so “beautiful!”  When I hear that kind of talk, I think about how many places I’ve been to that I classify as more aesthetically beautiful places to visit.  Sure, the Taj Mahal is beautiful, but Agra is dustier than Burning Man! I guess I treat the two places the same way.  They are both beautiful places, but not chiefly because of their good looks. Slumdog reminded me about that.

People make India beautiful. Being able to LEAVE India makes India beautiful. Hell.  India makes the United States beautiful!  Even pre-Obama US!  Going to India really puts “grass-is-greener” to work.  It’s nice to have roads that work.  Law enforcement that isn’t “openly corrupt”.  It’s the little things in life….

Watching Slumdog really reminded me about how I grew up and where I come from.  My father came to the US with $17 in his pocket, worked at night in factories and put himself through school.  And he still made enough time to have fun, go out to discos and manage to meet my mother?  Slumdog reminded me of my father. Not because he came from the street, quite the opposite.  But because he pointed out the work ethic, and more importantly, the smiles of the folks on the streets throughout India. 

One image that is burned in my head is of an old man hauling a 5ftx5ft cube of ice through the dusty streets of Agra.  My dad pointed him out to me.  When the man noticed us, he looked over and flashed a huge smile.  No complaints. It’s just work.  Hakuna Matata.  At that moment I realized that happiness was a state of mind.  You can’t let your situation rule your state of mind.  Where would I be without that experience today?  Good lord.

I don’t want to talk to much about the movie itself.  Just go see it.

It may give you the same hope that I have when I buy and check my lotto tickets every week.  You see, I got a fortune cookie about a year ago that said something to the effect that I wouldn’t ever need to worry about money.  I listened to the cookie and have been playing the numbers in that cookie exclusively.  And it keeps me going.  Because I know that some day my numbers will hit.  So. No matter how bad things get? Hakuna Matata!  Why? Because I’ll be a millionaire someday!

It was written!

…..in the cookie

Peak Hour!!!

January 20, 2009

It felt as though it were 2 or 3am this morning. Except it was later than that. It was about 8am.  I thought I was late!  For the week before, I was already starting to get this giddy feeling.  Like I was about to open the “NUMBER ONE” present that I wanted on Christmas! And the days of waiting were about to finally end.

I have never watched an inauguration before, but I was never excited to have a new or re-elected President either.   But I was in for more than I expected.  

Mr. and Mrs. President actually look like they LOVE each other.  

I knew that peak hour had struck when I saw Michelle Obama dancing to the rhythm of a band passing by during the parade.  I mean, actually DANCING!!!  

America…Fuck Yeah!  

I truly feel happy to be an American today.

Morrissey…eat your heart out!

PLUR

December 22, 2008

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Soldier Mural

November 23, 2008

 

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PLUR!!!

November 19, 2008

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All this obamamania got me thinking about PLUR again and I was talking to a friend the other day about it.  PLUR was an old raver mantra. It means: PEACE LOVE UNITY RESPECT.  It was always kind of a joke to me and my raver friends because these ravers would say that they lived their life in the spirit of PLUR.  Let’s share everything. Take care of each other! Love each other! Love everyone! Don’t hate! blah blah blah! You would see the same guy trying to inch his fingers down some girl’s pants who was on enough E to bring PEACE to the middle east!  Other kids would say PLUR to you when you found them hitting on your girlfriend in a dark and sweaty corner of the warehouse.  Others would say it as they grabbed your water and started drinking it without asking. Still some would say it as they tried to rub tiger balm (ON) your eyes. Ouch!   I didn’t notice these things until I started bringing my girlfriend to parties.  It was also after I decided to start going to parties sober. Go figure.  Before that, I was just a silly guy dancing in the front of the warehouse who only spoke to people when I was trying to find out who the DJ was.

But before I started bringing my girlfriend to rave parties.  Years before that…. It actually felt real.  And that’s what I’m talking about right now.  This obamamania feels like my first couple years raving in warehouses. Dancing, celebrating life and having fun.  So much hope! Can’t wait to see the sun in the morning and dance my ass off all the way home! And I’m not on any drugs! (believe it or not!)  But my friend had one revision to the old PLUR which I like: PEACE LOVE UNDERSTANDING RESPECT.  I like that one.  I still feel that the country may be a little too euphoric which scares me.  Do you think we can keep this rave going for 4 years? Or 8?  After all, America is the land of the free! Home of the Rave!

Racist or funny?

November 18, 2008
Racist or Funny?

Racist or Funny?

dot and feather

November 18, 2008

I’m not the blogging or writing type, but I decided to start this blog because a friend said that it would be cool to start a web site called, “dot and feather”, his nickname for me.  Why?  Because I am a “dot and feather Indian”.  My dad is Indian (from India) and my mother is from here (Native American).  So, when people ask, “What are you anyway?” I need to explain the whole thing. 

Not only am I a “dot and feather” Indian, but I am also:

  • “An Indian with and without feathers”…..That is what my mother always told me. 
  • “casino and 7-11”
  • “Savage and Peaceful” 
  • “Tonto and Gandhi”
  • “Drunk and vegetarian”
  • “Red and Brown”
  • “Cheap and Poor”

I only know one other person with this mix. Only one.  So, I guess I’m starting this blog to get the word out that we exist and that we’re looking for others.  Got any other cheeky things I can call myself when somebody asks, “What ARE you anyway?”  I’m always looking for new ones…

Do you know an Injun-Injun?  Let them know that there are others. Only two though.