Obi-J

Here’s a quick shot of downtown San Francisco while I rode into work today in the carpool.

The pic was taken with my new phone. It’s got a camera, but despite the 1.2 megapixels, the images are pretty crappy like most camera phones. Unfortunately, the camera is just one of many issues with the v710, and so I’m going to exchange it for something else.

A few weeks ago Amy and I went out for veggie chinese and like most chinese restaurants they give ya fortune cookies at the end of the meal. But the fortunes all always wack. I just found the fotune Amy got:

Ain’t that the truth! I wish I could find the one I got, cuz it said I was a good catch, and I’d get married soon. Not a big deal, but this was just after a bay bridge toll collector told us we had to get married. And then last weekend we stopped at the toll plaza and low and behold the same “you marry her” guy again demanded that we get married and that he’ll give us a present from Africa.*

*there are no marriage plans in the works.

Last Friday Amy and I went to the Drunken Boat on Telegraph in Berkeley for dinner. It was supposed to be the beginning of a romantic evening, but we were much too tired to do anything but eat and converse. The place is a bit pricey, but the food is wonderful and has a very dark, and castle-like atmosphere with an all brick interior. While we were waiting for our food, the woman next to us was asking about a couple of white wines. In particular she wanted to know about the 1.6 Chardonnay and what the “1.6″ meant. The waiter didn’t seem to confident in his knowledge of any of the wine, but did say that he thought the “1.6″ stood for the number of carbs. No freakin’ way, the Atkins craze has made it to wine? Is wine really loaded down with a ton of carbs? That “1.6″ had to stand for something else. But a little searching proved me wrong, and now all you carb counters can drink wine without all those stinkin’ carbs.

Then Saturday morning I was rather lazy and just watched some tube, mostly the Olympics. I was pretty hungry as I hadn’t eaten anything yet, and while surfing around during a commercial break I ended up on the Food Network. There’s this cute little brunette woman standing over a hot stove (I swear she was standing on a few yellowpages she was so short), and cooking up some italian-style chicken in red sauce. She fried up the chicken, set it aside, then started in on the sauce. Some onion, a few cloves of garlic, and some red bell pepper. She then went on to say that “you could use green pepper, but they’re not as sweet at the reds because they haven’t ripened into red peppers yet. You may not know, but green peppers are just unripened red peppers.” Wait, did she just say that green peppers and red peppers are exactly the same only green isn’t ripened? Oh that is so not right. I gotta google that. Shit, the internet isn’t working. How am I going to prove this little vegetable ignorant person wrong? I mean, You pay like $3.99/pound for red peppers and then green peppers are less than $1/pound. This can’t be true. But it is true, green peppers are just unripened red peppers. Damn, I was wrong again.

Last month Amy and I went to Iowa to visit my grandparents and while we were there we saw this stunning, near mint condition, 1977 Pontiac Trans Am Skybird Edition for sale. Apparently it’s quite rare, but not as sought after as the Bandit Edition. We so wanted to buy it, then flake out on our return flight home, and drive it across the rockies and git hyphee with it in Oaktown. Check this baby out:

Life is constantly changing, yet in many cases it changes in ways that you don’t want it to. It could be the advent of Reality TV, or WalMart in every town, or Madonna’s hair is a different color today. But these are things that can’t be simply stopped for the most part. At least on my own. Yeah, I could choose to not watch TV, to not shop, or send a compelling email to one’s stylist (some of these I do and others I don’t :p), but I think most people, myself included, tend to look at the big picture and tend to just give up. We get frustrated it seems utterly impossible make things the way we think they should be. Somehow we lose sight of the little picture. The small battles we can fight and potentially win. Taken all together over long periods of time you can begin to see how the little things in many ways have a great impact. There are many things that I want to change. Some involve the world at large and some are just with myself. So today I need to deal with myself, and if I get time I’ll save the world later.