archive for October 25th, 2004

speaking of america—the family

disneyland with cousin jason
the tannest i’ve ever been. and, yes, that’s my cousin

so, yeah, speaking of america

in september, atif and i spent a few blissful days in los angeles, one of the many places i consider home [eric gets around, see]. the goal was to see the sights, enjoy some great weather, some sunshine, some tasty food. to hang out with my cousins jason and brian at their fab new pad in huntington beach, to perhaps see some of my old friends from caltech, and of course to see my dear friend josh.

jason [pictured above] and i grew up together… our parents got divorced at the same time, and we’d visit our dads every sunday, going to cubs games, going swimming, eating dairy queen, watching our family get drunk. i ran away to california then to london, he ran away to las vegas and then to california with his brother, the semi-professional baseball player.

i love my family, all four parts of it [both parents are remarried, see]. i’m a bit, erm, estranged distant with my dad’s side of the family, for no particular reason than apathy*. thus, i’d fallen a bit out of contact with jason and brian… i hadn’t even properly congratulated brian on getting married to the very lovely molly, and didn’t even know they had all moved out to california until just a few weeks before my trip.

jason is very much the straight version of me. he’s motivated by pleasure and opportunity and adventure, and is keen on new life experiences and not too concerned with boring career paths and logical life choices. he’s worked his way across the pacific sunwear corporate ladder, a big surf/skate clothing chain. everytime i cross paths with him he’s dating [at least one] pretty young thing, and seems to have a penchant for girls a few years his junior. not to generalize about the bogses, but we do have incredible taste in mates.

we went to the happiest place on earth [disneyland] on the saddest day in america [september 11] and had an amazing time. we gorged ourselves on tamales and fish tacos and burritos and pico de gallo and horchatas at every opportunity. jason took us shopping and the watch the surfers and to talk politics and it was just great.

i got to hear bits and pieces about my family, which made me feel connected yet nostalgic at the same time… knowing i should pick up the phone, but knowing at the same time that the phone works both ways. having too too much to catch up on with everyone, and not wanting to explain my insanely bizarre life.

the highlight of the trip had to be the first annual bogs beach bonfire bonanza, which coincided with my arrival from london as well as brian’s return from being on the road for months during the baseball season. we set up a roaring fire on the beach [huntington beach is one of the few beaches that allows bonfires], we taught atif how to roast smores, and we shared some stories and laughs as well as some quiet moments.

it had been a long time since i felt a sense of -family- like that. it worked, it definitely worked for me.

* let’s just leave it at that, sigmund freud. thanks.

breaking my back just to know your name


heaven ain’t close in a place like this
or
got any american in ya?

on monday i endured horrific yet useless security checks in order to enter fortress america aka the american embassy. i passed dozens of machine-gun weilding guards and went through several checkpionts and barricades just to take care of some paperwork.

of course, in the midst of this high-security fortress, laden with protocol and rules and signage, there were several examples of people propping doors open and friendly guards just waving me through.

on tuesday my darling dragged me off to barcode for comedy camp, featuring several wicked comedians and comediennes, including one of the gals from 3 non-blonds. the theme for the evening was very obviously and very easily let’s poke fun of americans. it was funny for the first few minutes.

it was sorta like watching 4 black comedians repeat over and over, white people can’t dance! white people dance funny! white people don’t have rhythm! too easy, i’d say. the twinky american gay couple sat in the front row [one of them a living, breathing, bush supporter] didn’t help much.

on thursday a bit my american upbringing came out… i stopped by the tesco supermarket after work. while bagging my own groceries [aherm] the till clerk checkout lady managed to lose my tesco clubcard. we looked under the conveyor belt, i blinded myself on the laser-scanning thing… no luck.

she sends me to the customer service desk, instructing me that the store manager can get me a new card. i wait patiently for a few minutes for the manager to finish up with the customer she’s serving. after maybe 3 minutes go by, i realize that the manager is chatting with one of her friends. i very politely say, excuse me. not obnoxiously in the least. no reponse from her, so i say it again, excuse me? no response.

i move a little bit closer, say it again, excuse me?? this time with raised eyebrows. her friend turns to me, rolls her eyes. the manager turns to me, and puts her hand up, and says, i’m busy. shocked. nuh-uh is all i can think to myself. then, a woman comes up with some rolls of film to be developed, and the manager serves her before me.

not a big deal, just bad customer service, right? well, the manager, her friend and the new customer were all black. i normally am absolutely color blind, and would never read this much into it, but the horrible attitude of this manager made a lasting impression. so, the american in me immediately got out my pen and wrote a letter, directly to tesco hq accusing this manager of racism.

it’s just the american in me, i guess.




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