Georgia Pok Guy

Today I was looking on-line at the various universities in the D.C. area, taking a peek at their graduate level International Relations programs.  They all looked to be rather good, in particular the Johns Hopkins SAIC.  I’m starting to think it might be prudent to get a second bachelors degree first and then go on to my masters.  Unfortunately, with a Computer Science degree I’m missing a lot of the necessary beginning economics and what not.  It would also be good to brush up on my language skills.  Also, I need to decide what my focus would be.  Sure, I could do something vague like “International Affairs.”  But I think I might like to have a regional focus.  I’m not sure if I should go with Asia as the region, since I really enjoy learning about that particular slice of the globe, or maybe Eurasia, which includes CIS nations in Central Asia and the Caucasus.  I have a fascination with the Central Asian countries, since they have played the role of crossroads for millennia.  And I wouldn’t mind studying about Georgia, which I’ve been intrigued with since the Rose Revolution.  One thing I learned today is that going back to school will not be easy.  I need to stay focused and determined, because I believe I will be a lot happier if I can do this.

Is it wrong that I want to buy this rice cooker because the company logo has a cute little elephant on it?  I mean, it does come with a stainless lunch jar!  That is smart shopping, right?

Having moved to Maryland from Georgia, I have noticed a number of differences. The summers are shorter, the landscape is devoid of the omnipresent kudzu, and no red clay is present to muck up my shoes. There are also more Episcopal churches than you can shake a stick at. Most noticeable of all is the utter lack of Waffle Houses. Now, I know there are some of them in the state of Maryland (I made sure to look it up). But they are centered about Frederick, coming no where near the Beltway and all the horror that lies within. The nearest Waffle House, I believe, is about thirty miles from me. Contrast this to Georgia, where there is a Waffle House at every highway exit. I was pondering this at work today, when I came up with the most plausible answer: Northern liberal types like John Kerry are keeping Waffle House out of Democratic strongholds, like Maryland. Looking at the list of states where delicious waffles are served, nary a one is north of the Mason-Dixon line, and none are along the Pacific Coast. Blue states and the District are apparently ill devised fortresses, steeled against Southern wholesomeness. We must rectify this situation! Write your congressman or woman, and tell them you demand that Waffle House be brought to your wishy-washy liberal state! Only through the consumption of waffles can this nation be truly united.

There are angels in your angles

I contend that I need to learn more disparate languages so that I might make my own humorous amalgamations, such as Singlish.  I bring this up because one of my co-workers knows Tagalog and he will occasionally say random phrases.  Like all good teachers of a foreign language, he starts out with the vulgar words, because, let’s face it, they’re a lot more fun to learn.  Today he taught me two phrases: “Puet Araw-Araw” and “Sup-Sup.”  I suppose in my own patois I would use them as follows: “Damn!  She’s got Puet Araw-Araw!  I’d like to Sup-Sup with her!”

Puet Araw-Araw, according to my co-worker, means “ass for days [sic].”  He uses the English phrase quite often, which I have always found humorous.  The “Araw-Araw” part sounds to me like “arau arau (アラウ アラウ)” would in Japanese.

Sup-Sup means “doink doink,” you know, sex.  It sounds like “soup soup.”

Yep.   A few choice Japanese words here, a hint of Chinese there, a smattering of Tamil, and a pinch of Tagalog?  I think this patois would be off to a good start.  Although I wouldn’t mind some Russian, Arabic, or Farsi…

Hearing about fighting at the Seychelles parliament reminds me of you!

I had sooooo much fun in Buffalo.  Therefore, my conclusion is that all of my friends need to get married so we can party together.  And, I have to admit, I love dancing…  I just need to be around people who don’t care that I suck at it…