An interesting New Yorker piece on Keith Olbermann:

When, in 1981, Olbermann arrived at CNN, then still in its startup throes, he was, at twenty-two, seen as a sportscasting wunderkind—smart, offbeat, and possessed of an encyclopedic range of knowledge. He also had the reputation, even among those who admired his talents, of being somewhat difficult.

A seven-year-old girl sat in the car with tears in her eyes. I asked her what’s wrong. She didn’t answer, but her mom told me that she felt sad because it was her last day of school and she missed her class. “She’s a very emotional her,” her mother added. I used to be like that. Maybe I still am today. Whether it was a summer camp, a classroom or a bunch of friends hang out, I got attach to the people around me and felt sad after we dismantled. But life and circumstances will make you move on.

Move on is easier said than done. I have a hard time moving on, especially when I make the wrong decisions that evolve emotions. During our trip to her parent’s house yesterday, I was having a conversation with my wife about a decision I made for to our wedding. I didn’t think before I acted and it ended up not only cost me more money than I had tried to save, but also cracked our little bond. Maybe my wife was right. I was being to hard on myself. I was not doing anything wrong, I just think too much.

Yes I do think too much. Three weeks have passed and I still hear nothing from my best friend who didn’t show up to my wedding, and I left ten messages on his phone. I understand if he couldn’t make it, but at least give me a call. (My dad couldn’t make it either, and I forgave him even though his reason was too old to travel.) I guess people change. He was my homey back in middle school and we did everything together. As much as I felt dissed, I am willing to put it behind. All it takes is a fucking phone call, man.

The mother of the little girl who cried in the car is my realtor agent. We get to know her through my wife’s sister. This is the first time I have ever dealt with an agent; therefore, I have no clue how good or evil an agent is. But this lady had spent almost a year in finding our sister’s house. What I like most about this agent is that she never pushes you in buying any house. No matter how many places you want to see or how many times you want to see a particular home, she never refuses. By now we must have seen over fifty houses and every time I called to go look at places, she has not once say she is busy at that time. Anytime we want to put it an offer, she would prepare the paperwork as fast as she could even if she goes on vacation. Folks had told me to go with a Vietnamese agent so that we can get a certain cash back, but we chose the Spanish lady for her work ethnic and honesty. I have a lot of respect and admiration for her. of course, I will miss her once she gets us our house, and I am positive that things will go smoothly with her until then. Thanks for being such a wonderful agent and we definitely appreciate all of your hard work.

Just in case you ask, there is no point to my story. I am just spitting words out of my head so I won’t think about them.

A space shuttle astronaut answers the question “What happens when you crap in outer space?” Some interesting details.

Barack Obama’s campaign launched a web site to fight back lies and misinformation relating to him in the media.

Although the sign said cake and other stuff, the store has anything but cake. It’s sort of like a small grocery store with some snacks. Since we were the only two in the store, we might as well grab something to drink. I picked up two small cans of some kind of Korean sweet drink.

I went up to the counter and realized that I only have two dollars in my wallet. I asked the lady who is probably in her 60s how much are the drinks and gave her my two bucks. She couldn’t speak a word of English. I told her to write down the price for me. She wrote down a one, a Korean word next to it and a five underneath the word. I couldn’t understand what it meant. I asked the helper who were about her age, and the other didn’t know a word either. So I guessed it was one fifty. I told her I just want one drink then and put back the other one. She didn’t open the register, but pulled out three quarters from her pocket. She kept looking at the quarters and still didn’t give me my change.

A customer who was a younger Korean walked in and the lady at the counter said something to her. I asked the younger lady how much are the drinks and she didn’t speak English either. In the mean time the lady was still counter her quarters. I finally told them to forget about it. I didn’t want the drink anymore. Sorry.

The best naked music video I have ever watch. It’s actually safe for work. The beat is quite groovy too.

Video of a baby playing with cobra. Unbelievable!

It was the flies that caused this.

Photos of Phone Sex Operators by Phillip Toledano. Isn’t she the sexiest?

NPR profiles Willie ‘The Lion’ Smith:

He’s been called a musician’s musician, one whose original approach made him the envy of virtually every pianist in jazz. Well-known for his flamboyant behavior, ever-present cigar, and derby hat, Willie Smith — nicknamed “The Lion” — was a master practitioner of Harlem stride piano.