Thursday, September 23, 2004

Quote of the Week

Today, after the meeting at workplace, I quickly went to a convenience store to get the snacks (No lunch or breakfast and my stomach was threatening to behead me for not living up to its promises). After dealing with a funny Egyptian guy who runs the convenience store -- I swear that this dude flapped his hands more than I do on a daily basis!

Anyway, upon returning to the office, something caught my eye outside of the building where some deaf people mingled. I stood and watched one elderly deaf person at the age of 88 which I found out much later that his name is Ben.

He signed very eloquently and very smooth with fingerspelling which is remarkable if you compare him with Rayni, really. ;-)

However, Ben confronted that nutty deaf woman who uses "Bush/Cheney" button, Ben said something that impressed me, considering the fact that he is 88.

"If you vote for Bush, you are asking for trouble! At 88, I already saw many presidents come and go, and Bush is the worst of all."

Bingo! This fella is just wise.

R-

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

You Think It Is Fucking Okay?

I always feel that we should use the f-word as much as can be to devalue the shock itself to minimize the offensive term out of itself. Say it as much as you can, the less it became offensive. You get used to it.

Now with the report coming out of New Zealand via AIM news which I tried to link. It just won't cooperate so I am literally forced to copy and paste.

Surprise! Why the F-Word Is OK to Say

The f-word may be considered one of the English language's most offensive swearwords, but researchers from Victoria University in New Zealand report it may be okay to say it at work--under certain circumstances.

According to these daring researchers, saying the f-word within the confines of your own work team helps to build and reinforce team morale, reports New Zealand's Dominion Post. They came to this startling conclusion after analyzing the conversation patterns of a work team laboring in an unidentified soap factory.

The eye-popping findings:

The f-word was easily the most commonly used swearword.

When it was said within the context of this close-knit work team, it was not considered offensive.
Since the basic attitude in the group was one of friendliness where the workers genuinely liked and respected one another, they could use such oaths without being rude or insulting.

"Forms of f*** occur frequently in certain contexts and serve a range of functions, including the role of positive politeness strategy," wrote study leader and linguistics professor Janet Holmes in the international Journal of Pragmatics. "F*** is regularly associated with expressions of solidarity, including friendly terms of address."

And there's also good news for work whiners! The study found that complaining to a sympathetic colleague can help build solidarity among co-workers. The researchers defined whining as a "long or repeated expression of discontent not necessarily intended to change or improve the unsatisfactory situation." Complaining is an emotional release that can build rapport. "Teammates regularly have a moan to each other," Holmes wrote in the journal. "Whining to a sympathetic co-worker both reflects and constructs the close relationship between team members, thus consolidating the team's solidarity."

A word of caution: Swearwords, especially the f-word, must only be said in the appropriate context.

But the fact that it can be said at all at work and be acceptable is proof positive that our language is constantly evolving.

I think I will laugh manically like the little munchkins from an old movie called Gremlins.

R-

Rosa, Jeanne and the Ewans?

It was reported that Rosa Parks, at the age of 91, has Dementia. She is such a legendary figure in our civil rights movement. If not for her, it'd be hard to demand the rights. Even for gays and people with disabilities. And even for Deaf people.

When she said "No, I am tired, my feet are hurting, I am not giving up this seat," -- little did she knows that she unwittingly ignited the inferno of our modern civil rights movement that shaped the way of Americans behave, think and live. Thanks for everything, Rosa Parks! You go girl!

On other hand, I just read the article on The Daily Progress of Charlottesville, it begets the question -- if Rosa Parks elects to walk 2 miles per day to prevent dementia, she wouldn't be on the bus ... therefore, she wouldn't be the one who started it all. Umm ... *ducking tomatoes*

I was cruising the website of National Hurricane Center. Jeanne is heading back to the United States, hopefully for Florida to wreck the folks who insisted that they can live without depending on the government (they are subscribing to the funds of Federal Emergency Management Agency, though). Har har.

I also learned that Hurricane Karl and Tropical Storm Lisa (come to think of this -- Karl and Lisa are [insert your comments] from the Ewans family in Maryland) are churning in the open sea. Karl is heading north towards Reykjavik, Iceland -- no luck for Florida.

As for Lisa, it is still a baby, perhaps heading to Florida -- come to think of this, Lisa is nuts as they come. Darlene seems to be the sane one of all. Love Darlene -- can't wait to see her in Boston sooner or later!

Cheers,

R-

Guess who?

Who Is This Girl?


It is playtime! Anyone care to guess who the girl is?

R-

To Sistah Berna ... !

Ridor and Berna For Good Old Times


Berna is my close friend of many years. There are priceless moments that we did together. The hours we spent at IHOP and Denny's talking from 11 PM to 5 AM during the school days. The adventures of our lifetime -- Tucson, Las Vegas, many bars, Great Falls and many more. It was insane. Truly insane. But I treasured it very much.

Berna hails from Bergen, Norway -- she once claimed that her mother would look down at me because of my appearance and antics. I ended up winning her mother's admiration, anyway! Berna was flabbergasted and stunned. Her sister is insane!

To Berna, good luck with your journey into the sisterhood of Alpha Sigma Theta. Do well and when you're done, slap your new sister, Rima Cornish for me.

With Love,

R-

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Petru

This guy came from Romania and lived in Maryland -- went to Gallaudet for a short time. He was a die-hard partygoer. At every party, you'll find him flirting women. You would find him at Fireplace's because they provide free drinks if you take your t-shirt off.

Petru was straight as they come but he was funny, nice and laidback. He can be abrasive and asshole if he wants to. But generally, he's normal as can be. He has a funny hairdo -- sort of afro hair.

And I just learned that he is dead.

R-

Who's Who

I already graduated from college, and yet I am still paged by many friends about who's who in the sororities. Congratulations to some, but honest ... why tell me? Tell me about my friends, that is fine. But the whole list of who's who is ridiculous. Thanks for the information but what is it in for me?

Last night, I got paged by Chris and Shane to meet them at a local bar to finalize the weekend getaway. Upon entering the bar, I was stunned to see Chris. He is very thin and gorgeous. He said, "I told you so! I warned you! I lost 45 lbs so far!"

I muttered, "Can I have you?" He laughed and said, "Yeah, three of us."

They're cool friends. I like them. Can't wait to see how it goes in New England.

Now on a pessimistic note, I hate the "investigations" done by police departments, governments, organizations or anything that was reported as "busted" for some kind of wrongdoing. I feel the investigations are a way to cover things up as much as can be in order to minimize the damages.

One time, I was driving a car coming to a red light. I waited for it to change. That particular intersection in Hopewell is notorious for slow change. The Hopewell Police Department cruiser came by. It pulled right next to me. I stared at the cop. He stared at me. He does not look agitated nor in hurry. No, the flashlights are off. Suddenly, the flashlights are on and he drove across the street ... then turned the flashlights off. And drove away. For fun, I wrote down the numbers of that cruiser and reported to the local police department that I do not appreciate for anyone to abuse its authority like this one.

The Police Chief promised to investigate. And a week later, he sent me a letter to inform me that the police officer was on his way to an emergency situation which I happened to be in the area.

That was a lie.

Why? Because when the red light finally changed to green light, I passed the cruiser by. It was not doing anything else.

So you can see why I am wary of investigations. Me no like 'em. They always bullshit.

R-