Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Oops, she did it again

cant help where my life take me, but I'll take the time to get it on my phone...

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Remember Michael

Circa 1978, Michael Jackson had his film debut. Come on now, his acting was horrible in this movie, in fact it was predictably getting on my nerves. (I get somewhat critical to acting, but that is just me). However, despite the wink in my left eye watching him act, the moment he was himself, and sang, it change my opinion entirely......

My eyes were focused back on the screen, turned my face into a smile and my head tilted because I was hoping I could figure out how that sound was coming out of his mouth. It was the part of Michael I had never seen before, he was impeccable. His voice hasn't changed much at all. Before that interview he did back in 2000, that placed him in the hands of the merciless media monster, he was and example of the perfection that can be found within sound.

Prior to his recent death, I stumbled across the movie, The Wiz, onDemand..... This movie, is a twist to the plot of the Wizard of OZ... I will let you inquire and leave you to make an interpretation. I don't believe in telling people what to feel about movies..

Do not watch this movie unless you are ready to analyze the heck out of the plot of that movie, and think differently from lackadaisical childhood modes of internalizing movies....

I think you should watch this clip and understand why I enjoyed this movie, and that it is random, but awesome.

ImDb click here for more information

TheWIZ, Synopsis

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Recent Mobile Uploads

Just finished messing with some pics that I uploaded from my phone

AIM, bring it back

Just like in high school, funny moments of instant messaging are captured. Sometimes, this can explain your humor, or what you think is intriguing. Choosing what little space you have in your information is crucial. Should it be a song quote, a poem, a funny conversation you had with someone. Thats all you had to work with when talking in AOL Instant Messaging.. just simple expressions, simple smiley faces of emotion.

I miss it a lot, but Facebook instant chatting is reminiscent to my forgotten friend, as well as an after school activity that consumed hours of my time. My middle school years were spent, mastering the key board, typing faster to maximize the amount of conversations I could have at one time. Multi tasking at it's very basic form.

And I was,

even though I cant remember why I picked that name, twas a valiant effort to support this screen name against the common and cliche....


........this is what sparked my memory about instant messaging...the simple but funny things you can't quite explain to other people and would rather show them..

Whats up girl

I thought I seen you the other day in north seattle

I creepd on a girl and hugged her




I swear it was you

But the difference between instant messaging back in the day, was that your only identity was in your name. Uniquely hand picked to be whatever and however you wanted to be expressed. With Facebook, an entire web page explains as much as possible to the viewers eye. It tells you where you've been most recently, where you go to school possibly even your classes, where you live, where you work, a stalkers dream come true. Not to say that Facebook, is a website for stalkers, but Im just commenting on the accessibility of information that people do provide.

It can also bring up old memories, people who put those "elementary years" photo albums up.
Most likely they create albums themselves because they weren't tagged enough in other pictures. However, for those who have changed since then, moments like this can be embarrassing.

Brittany Kisor

I answered ''In 5th grade, I told her how much I liked her butterfly key chain watch that she had attached to her belt buckle and from then on our friendship keeps growing.''
Sun at 5:53pm via Social Interview · · · See Wall-to-Wall · Interview Me


I almost forgot about that watch, but Ill always remember this random act of awesomeness, because of the embarrassing information now viewed publicly and to all of my friends. The live post updates automatically every second. Seeping into the hands of I Phones, and Blackberries where the internet reminds them of activity online. It could take moments to remove the tag, just seconds to unclick, but it wont take that long for someone to see... and someone will see.

Sunday, November 15, 2009


340.29 meters per second....

about the time it took me to realize that I was going to finish watching this video till the very end. I found it wandering the labyrinth of music more commonly referred to as YouTube. I was originally looking for a song that was stuck in my head all morning while I was at work, which I later found afterwords. This will not be the first random act of awesomeness dedication in the musical form....or from YouTube most likely.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Awesomness in Service

My very good friend who may or may not want to be named (will discuss later the details personally before publishing) who worked for the trendy and upward moving empire of the Starbucks corporation. The 200% profit making company hired her as promising member of the barista family. Her uniform was a clean evergreen polo, with black accents. She long deserved this charge of random act of awesomeness from many different moments combined into this one story.

I visited her frequently mainly for the free drinks. Mostly for the adrenaline rush of a constantly high volume, kid screaming, machine steaming orchestra that vibrates off the walls. I remember now why I go to support local coffee shops instead of Starbucks. It reminds me of a bar, leaning over and yelling my particular drink order. Ill have a tall non fat 155 degree sugar free vanilla latte. But Starbucks jargon understands like a Jedi what your order is, or they must know how to read lips because they understand me despite the decibel level.
Anyways, on one particular morning I visit my friend to check in on her considering she ran out of the house that morning running questionably still drunk to work. She was freshly into her shift. My eyes scanned for her as I approached a vacant but cashier-less register. I see a figure moving underneath the newly open cash drawer. Its her.

I say her name, and to her excitement she popped her head up like a bolt of lighting from Zeus. Only to be pushed down again to the ground harder than any hit Ali could have given. She moves instantly into a rolling rumble, rocking back and forth on her back, legs paralyzed upwards stuck in the air. Her hands were grasping tightly her head. It took her much time to get level with gravity again because her large screaming laughs tightened her stomach making it hard to move anything in fear of cramping. The restless other employees don't even glance at the wounded solider, instead rush through the tight barista counter with large gallons of milk, moving like carpenter ants.

Finally she pops to her feet and echoes loudly with excitement "Hey man, whats up! What can I get ya" I admire immediately her perseverance in delivering world class hospitality. I make my order and she puts my cup on the line. I watch the robot like movement of the baristas pumping out lattes with a perfect assembly line. It shouldn't be much time now, as I part ways from my friend she turns away, and I see immediately a sliver of skin belonging to her butt. It not only stretched from the bottom of her back, to the top of her knee....all skin......0. Naturally the girl thing to do is to whisper politely the almost embarrassing flaw in her outfit.

" I know, so check this, I was running down 55th to get to work, still drunk and I was running and thinking. hmm...... It's a little breezy, but whatever. But when I get to work I bend down and it just RIPS!.

...thats unfortunate.

"Yah ill probably fix it after work"


She remained exposed for the duration of her shift. Strategically stepping behind people and never to face her back to them. When you stand still no one can really see the tear anyways, it sort of blends back in to the pants.
Except for me.

I commend her on the effortless calm behavior to her misfortune, and extreme moment of pressure. A true quality of the Starbucks work ethic, coffee first and sacrifice everything else till after your shift is over.

Of course I was amused to be in the busiest Starbucks in the world. Closely tied to one somewhere in China. That makes my friend a celebrity on some level. But I left satisfied. I remembered why I walked in to the Starbucks experience like visiting a large city. But I also remembered the reason why me and my friend are friends. She took a knock in the head and she did it with class. Classy because of her slightly revealing uniform, and awesome because she potentially had a minor concussion.


Thursday, October 22, 2009

True Angels

My mom was a flight attendant for over 30 years. She was fabulous at what she did, is a very outgoing person and hospitable to everyone that she meets. Whenever we host a party however, she still to this day accompanies a beverage with a napkin on the bottom. Her flight attendant ways never seem to shake off in her regular routine. I associate this with the generic identity of a flight attendant. I wanted to know what my mom got herself into when she was hired on in the 1970's. I Do not think I would have made the cut back in the day, or had a large enough smile. Have fun with these random acts of awesome moments from flight attendants. They are the ones who regulate your acohol consumption, calm assholes slash crying babies down, and make sure you stay hydrated, not to mention they are above you at all times.

(ps they prefer flight attendant not stewardess)

Sunday, October 18, 2009

southern spice in the northwest

the quest for a Seattle man who possesses both qualities of knowledge granting the ability to handle an independent and opinionated woman, while equally possessing a spice of deep southern hospitality. By doing so keeping intrigue, while demanding respect by lifting her off her feet.

We come across many nights of random male/ female meeting occasions and rituals. A drool of hormones lingers in a bar from the licking lips of hungry men. Some search for knowledge from television where care free dialogue doesn't have any true consequences except uniting people together by fate. These men are pnes who choose to use the one liners. Only capable of mimicking a character or celebrity on TV that seems to be attracting many females. We know men believe the box with a light for entertainment is actually a reflection of the real world. We know this because they play video games. Memorized by the defeat of a level with an immortal avatar in a made up world. We also come across the other ones, extroverted and spilling excess words across a street to catch a girls attention. Whatever possesses a man to call out to a woman "Hey there beautiful, or "Woo wee- let me get your number", I will never know. I imagine the answer is hidden somewhere below the belt, with a mighty sword of confidence.

Me and a friend discussed the predictable failed meeting occasions, with nothing that exemplifies true chemistry. It's a simple thought that attraction isn't transparent but rather a very visual and vivid bond. There is little decency, and hope for the eligible and single woman. Wandering the streets in a free state of a buzz, only to tumble into the calling out and loud voice of an obnoxious animal.

I have never experienced southern hospitality until recently. I always found myself unattracted to the voice of a southern accent, reflected in my impatience with the stumbling irrationality of George Bush. I experienced my first taste of southern hospitality and it was awesome. The man reminded me of just how beautiful I was compared to everyone else in the bar. Something that was very obvious. His eyes were locked on mine, instead of wondering the room, and never to below my face. I fell in love with the charm that has depleted from men I commonly meet in Seattle. I do not testify that you have to buy drinks to be accepted and carry a conversation with me. But rather I note the genuine compassion that comes with making sure my state of being is stress free.
I love to smile for people, it's the most instant gift you can give someone.
I found myself in a constant happiness and grin that night. That night my dream identity was like Cinderella, and Prince Charming did come and gracefully attach my glass slipper back to my feet again.
And then my alarm woke me up and I looked around again, to an empty space, and a drool stained pillow. I take a deep breathe and exhaled the pain of waking up and losing my sight of Prince Charming. I can see now why men enjoy those video games, and made up realities.

But my friend and I conclude that this search is not asking too much, or boastful. Instead we hope that you note our statement of protest. We observe, and want a dude with hospitality.

"You will be guilty of one charge of random act of awesomeness"

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Work can be and Outlet too...

My boss asked me to design a sign for the drawing for a free bracelet as an incentive to sell memberships. I thought making commission was a good incentive but fashion forward jewelry does appeal to me. I believe the best part of this bracelet was the fact that Oprah designed these to sell for a good cause. They are made from women victims of Hurricane Katrina, and survivors of Rwanda. Macy's distributes these bracelets all over the nation FOR FREE (what?), and they end up selling out to most purchasers. I think its a cool thing, and to best design this drawing for a free bracelet I wanted to inspire the "whats that" about the sudden real life exposure at work.. I feel the best questions are those asked to and from Oprah herself. So google it.

random act of awesome, for googling the following cause. I do not wish to provide any easy click URL, if you really care you will find it on your own.

Monday, September 28, 2009

I'd rather ride you than Yoshi, anyday!

Pick up lines..... utilized by those who are not creative, mastered by those who are desperate.

The catch is that the reputation towards these witty remarks resulted in the creation of a stigma, in which any girl associates pick up lines, with sleaziness. Its a 50/50 chance that the pick up line will actually catch a smile, or a frown from the potential victim. Even if you are lucky enough to catch a smile, it is soon lost when the girl realizes that you ACTUALLY just used a pick up line....too desperate to debate if you are questionably questionable or not...
Atlas, one brave soul broke the glass hovering over the delicate initiation of a first time conversation to show interest. Against the usual boy meets girl this individual flipped it to girl meets boy. Guys have out used pick up lines, and the women are now scrambling to pick up where you left off, but put a little Martha Stewart on it, and make it as she would say "a good thing".
The action recognized today as being random and full of awesomeness is by an individual who wishes to remain anonymous. Mainly because I do not want people thinking I actually did this....But yes, its anonymous....
I worked at a restaurant once, people find that sometimes the best way to communicate to your server is writing a lovely note on the receipt, or to leave a hefty tip. One time a server actually got a $6.66 tip on bill that was over $200. The message was very clear. It's always hard to tell if the server was truly genuine in friendliness, or if a waiter was too friendly because they thought you were cute. The only way to find out if they actually thought you were interesting, is to leave a phone number. Yes it does borderline creepy, and is pushy, over does it, and some will say is desperate. BUT they have clearly never seen the way that the waiter was forcing eye contact all night from across the room.
Cleverly, I remembered the lessons from Cosmo Girl. They told you that women in this generation should be more forward, make the first move. "Its okay to grab his hand first". Considering my over spoken mouth, and beer consumption, leaving a phone number in written form seemed better then getting rejected in person.
So i did it, I left my number on a receipt.
So what? Whats the big deal? Plenty of people do that all the time.
Yes, I do agree, alot of people do do this, and very often do not receive a call back. But I did not do it actually thinking that the waiter would dial my number anxiously as soon as his shift was over. I did it, for the PINK, and the Pikachu.
I hoped that my art work would appeal the most to him. So I drew a Pikachu character, how cute! I KNOW! Not only was this Pikachu character similar, but he spoke, in words that I could not express myself.
My pick up line was .....
followed by the digits
If that doesn't turn someone on, then I give up here and now. I surrender forever to the hopelessness that surrounds fate and falling in love. But then again, maybe it DID work.
If you want to know if I got a call, then ask. But I'll expose the answer only to those people. Some will never know if the triumphant lady pick up line worked. Twisted, but truthful. I encourage all to partake in at least one character drawing on a receipt, or clever pick up line. Do as my mom says and "grow some balls".
It was random, thanks to the few sips of liquid courage, and full of awesomeness only because it was Pikachu.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Power of Pan

I hereby dedicate the first charge of random act of awesomeness to my very guilty room mate, Kerry McCarthy. Kerry, despite the social conventions chained to her, remembered the valuable dissipating lesson of the pan, which is awesome.

Adulthood often is characterized by the ability to become stable, and "on your feet." I think during the growing up process we recognize that we are getting older, and we cannot help this. But the power of the pan, is remembering to never forget the beauty of your significant childhood lessons. Peter Pan taught us that thinking happy thoughts and believing in your imagination will lift you from reality, bending rules of gravity, and that you can if you think fly.

It was a rainy day (of course), the concert was crowded with teens smelling of b.o, weed, cigarrette smoke, and the basic lingering odor of adolescent sweat. Bumpershoot specifically welcomes and initates many teens into music culture. They are the music, pulsating as one heart beat, in a sea of many nodding heads. Star struck eyes, lock forward in an existential focus on the stage. Blinking once could mean missing, a direct smile from the artist, or the shirt that they throw into the abyss of empty raised hands. I dare you to try and walk too close to the front and block the peripheral view of a fan who has been standing there for hours before the show started.
Kerry was bold when she chose to disrupt this zombie drool and fly in the limbo of infants, to perform what is commonly called a crowd surf. If no one thinks this is dangerous, then you have obviously never gotten hit in the back of the head with the heavy weight of a falling crowd surfer. It hurts.
She dangerously trusted the fingertips of the kids below her, and through their strength, the happy thought of not falling and smashing her skull kept her body high. It is a task that few are brave enough to actually follow through with.

She did not have a plan, she was aimless, unknowing to the consequences that could follow, or the injuries. For this reason, her act is proved to be random.

However, the lesson to be learned is from Kerry herself. We must remember that even though adulthood means you need to act a certain way, by choosing to listen to your inner pan, it can bring just minutes of pure awesomeness.

Kerry McCarthy is hereby committed of one count of random act of awesomeness to the first degree. May you remain awesome.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

What are Random Acts of Awesomeness?

According to the reliable urbandictionary.com awesomeness is defined as : the state of being beyond cool, but not quite righteous or gnarly. It has been my experience that awesomeness is random, it does not choose who or when to expose itself. But there are, however, few who are guilty of committing random acts of awesomeness on a daily basis. Those who partake aknowledge the power and joy of trusting your first instinct, which is, awesome.

This blog, will include but not be limited to capturing those simple acts, in an html form. May you all act awesome.