Outcome of the Week
The Arsenal lost the champions league final.. in a bout of bad refereeing the gunners managed to hold onto their lead for the first 75 minutes; but being a man down and playing against Barcelona in such a high intensity game, we could not hold that crazy Swede Henrik Larsson.. The lads played their hearts out and my phone never stopped ringing last night with acknowledgements of awe about our spirit.. I am slightly bitter, but this will pass (would’ve liked to come to the office with a reason for bags under my eyes). Some people might rejoice in the fact that my team lost, to you people: up yours (you know who you are), actually I’m pretty fine, if my favorite team wasn’t going to win the Champions League final, my second favorite team winning it is the next best thing. For all you distraught Arsenal fans: our squad was primarily made up of under 25 year olds and we went to the final, we played our hearts out and we’ve made a boatload of money. They called this our transition year, our youngsters took us to the final and we’re gonna play in the tournament next year again, I’ll accept that. Barsa: Although I’m still not convinced of Frank as a coach, it’s about time this team stood up and accepted the title of the best in Europe. (Deco’s a champion, everywhere he goes, he wins it all & kudos to Ludovic Guily: he deserved that medal more than anyone else – just cause he never had his chance against porto two years ago). I upheld my end of the celebrations and lamentations: Breakfast has been served, everyone ate, I am the benevolent football fanatic.
Official announcement of the Week
This morning was the official start of summer for me.. I could feel it coming: the heat, the shorts, the humidity.. but today was the official mark of the season in my book because I loaded the car with some classic summer tunes.. listening to 10cc, Wham, Miami Sound Machine, B-52s, some classic Santana, and so much more (I know, incredibly cheesy, but the thing is you cannot beat rhythm is gonna get you…) I don't understand it, but i associate summer music with Miami in the 1980s a la anthony montana. The short sleeve summer shirts are coming out, the slippers and flip flops are out, the swimming trunks, towel, t-shirt and goggles are in the car.. anyone up for the beach on Saturday? I don’t like Cricket!!! Ohno.. I LOVE IT!!
Musical discovery of the Week
I discovered something new the other day and am interested to find out more.. I heard about Juma Sultan, a famous jazz Percussionist who’s played with the greatest of the greatest. He was also a member of the short lived, Gypsy Suns and Rainbows, Jimi Hendrix’s band.. Their biggest concert was at Woodstock in 1969 (yes, the Woodstock). The only reason I’m so surprised and interested, is that Juma, is such a Khaleeji (Arabian Gulf) mainly Bahraini or Kuwaiti name.. Juma moved to the states in 1965 (doesn’t say from where), and he played the congas, bongos, piano, saxophone, baritone saxaphone, and a few others.. That is just so unbelievably awesome.. Jimi Hendrix, the greatest of all time, had a guy named Juma banging on some bongos for him.. I don’t know but this guy sounds like he could’ve been from this part of the world. I’ve already met Mirza Al Sharif (famous Bahraini Percussionist who played with Santana), now I’m curious to find out about Juma.. if you’ve got info, pass it on.. Apparently Juma was the guy that introduced Jimi to Buddy Miles and Miles Davis.. now that’s pretty cool.. “milo, meet jimi, jimi milo. solid.“
Random discovery of the Week
I don’t like mushrooms on my cheeseburgers.. I like mushrooms on my pizza, in my pasta, in my dishes, even raw in my salad.. but mushrooms on my burger never work out right for me.. I can do mushrooms in my steak and cheese, but not in my burger.. I think the problem is that when they pile on the sautéed mushrooms, they never properly get dispersed on your burger, leaving you with mushroom bulges under the bun (that just sounded funny rereading it).. Grilled onions on my burger, now that’s a completely different story.. Completely different story..
Khhotness of the Week
Chai Karak drinkin’, vice pink dress wearin’, multi-national cell phone luggin’, no chicken eatin’ babes.. yeah…
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Thursday, May 18, 2006
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ice cream.. i love ice cream.. mint chocolate chip is good.. but i love peppermint stick ice cream: vanilla ice cream with little bits of peppermint sticks folded in.. i'm also a huge fan of the Ben and Jerrys Mint chocolate cookie: mint ice cream with broken up bits of hydrox (similar to an oreo) cookies.. to be honest, i'm not really a picky eater, i like all ice cream, and i'm a huge sucker for the overly embellished name.. "reverse caramel super chocolate infused explosion" that would also get me.. such a sucker..
"I don't like Jamaica, oh no...
I love haaaa.."
Summa-time.. Right on...
You know what signals summertime: Danish Dairy's GOLD ice cream cone... aaahhh... that frozen double cream ("ice cream") drizzled with imitated milk chocolate and some too-square nuts... not to mention that perfect chunk of milk chocolate in the bottom of the cone... YUM!
The other day I thought I heard Greensleeves jingling on my street - I ran down quickly to discover there was no Mr. Softy waiting for me with a perfect '99 but only some drunkards from the Green Man who wanted ice cream too... I'm sure I heard the ice cream van but I guess it was too good to be true, summer hasn't hit London yet... sad day...
I've never seen icecream trucks in Tokyo, but there is this truck that passes under the window of my cardboardbox-appartment with the words "HEARTHY-BREAD" written on it; it always plays the final sing from "Spirited Away". I'm not sure what "Hearth" has to with bread, but I guess it must be the Japanese way of saying "Healthy". Even if that was the case, I don't know how a piece of bread could ever be healthy since it "dies" immediately either in our bellies or to the green mold that grows on it after a while.
I'm down today; I guess it's because it's not Summer in Tokyo yet.
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