9/24/08

11. That ain’t right.

Surely you’ve heard of mail order brides (or nowadays, internet order brides). I never realized how prevalent it was here in this country. You don’t see it too much around the big city, but while in Boracay, I counted 57 couples that just didn’t seem right.



Now this picture wasn’t the worst I had seen, but it got to the point where it just wasn’t right.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not racist and I'm not the type to go "oh look the white man is stealing OUR women." I'm not like that at all. If these people met on their own accord and fell in love, more power to them. I'm just criticizing those where it's obvious a little business transaction was involved.

There were men who were clearly past or approaching 60 with young women who looked no older than in their 20s. And the worst part was that seeing the same couples the next day, we all knew what had happened with them the night before. I understand that possibly these are some lonely men who simply need companionship in their life, and I feel for them to be driven to this point of desperation. Then again, who knows, perhaps these guys are on ‘business trips’ away from their families and wives and are looking for a good time 7,000 miles away from home.

“I just got married 2 days ago! Life is beautiful! God bless.”
-The 57 year old Caucasian man with the 22 year old Filipina woman

12. A place so nice, they destroyed it twice

In the more colonial parts of the country, especially in the historical areas around Manila, you will find that our country has a rich and diverse history full of innovation and influence.

And it was all destroyed at least two or three times.

The oldest church in the Philippines, Saint Augustin, originally erected in 1571, has been burned and pillaged at least twice each by the Spanish, the Chinese, the British, and the Americans. You can read for yourself its colorful history.



Look at how the church looks in the picture. Look at it now:



It’s been destroyed so many times, they didn’t even bother putting up a second tower.
Now I’m not one of those pseudo activists who’s gonna scream “it’s cause we’re brown” in the case of a few colonial overpowerings. But let’s not bullshit. My country was pretty much fucked by every other surrounding nation, and it saddens me to think of all that. It’s a sad history, and well, damn dude, it sucks. But regardless, it’s our history, and let’s hope that during World War III, the Americans won’t come back and trample the livelihoods of thousands of Filipino citizens.

“And to your right, are jail cells where Spaniards imprisoned many Filipino revolutionaries. Today, it is a bar.”
-The calesa driver

13. You don’t know crowded

So imagine a huge room. For you college students, imagine a large lecture hall, not unilike the size of Moore 100 at UCLA. For others, think of a basketball court and the lower section of the stands. Now imagine hundreds of people gathered and stuffed in that room, it’s hot and muggy, there are fans situated all over the room but you’re still dripping with sweat, and there are so many people that others are waiting outside.

That’s Sunday mass at Antipolo for you.

Imagine a train, BART for the Bay Area folks, and the Red Line for those of you from Los Angeles. Imagine being stuffed arm to arm in that train, non-airconditioned and Dunkin Donuts commercials playing on repeat for the whole ride.

That’s the MRT rail transit in Manila for you.

Imagine driving through a neighborhood, with hundreds of people walking on the streets, little tricycles driving in and around these pedestrians, markets selling fresh produce in rows, homes with open doors, friends and children playing in every which direction, and others simply standing and staring at all the life that passes them by.

That’s a neighborhood street in Quezon City.

I lost the best videos that would help you visualize what I just described, but I managed to record driving through the neighborhood, on a quieter part of the day in Pembo, Makati:



And that's a quiet day.

Seeing and experiencing and living that for a while made me realize that American streets are nice and quiet, and there’s nothing wrong with that. But that also makes them kinda lifeless. It’s still slightly strange to me right now to be sitting near a window, and to not hear the putters of a motorcycle or jeepney pass by, the voices of hundreds of children and the occasional firecracker go off.

Ah what am I saying. Living there and hearing all that for a few more weeks would have probably driven me crazy.

I’ll adjust back soon.

"Gas goes down, pan de sal goes up"
-The Manila Bulletin

14. But…

Amidst all the supposed poverty, lack of food, and hardships that I’ve heard many go through on an every day basis, everyone is still pretty damn happy.

Must be the Magic Mics.

“Ah, back to work, na.”
-The guy next to me on the plane

And In Conclusion...

Overall? I think I had a great time. Seeing, experiencing, and living this for a while has really opened my eyes and given me perspective. I don’t want to sound cheesy and trite, but yeah, I’m a different person now that I’ve seen it for myself. Was it a life changing experience? You bet. I’ve connected with family I didn’t even know exist, I’ve experienced a culture I’ve only heard about, and I now have a deeper appreciation for simple amenities taken for the granted on my part (Thank God for toilet paper).

And for the record, yes it was over 70 degrees, and at times (okay most of the time) I was hot and uncomfortable.



“Have you met Ina? She is so pretty. And you are so guwapo.

But you are cousins.”
-TR

9/9/08

despedida

So I am quite convinced that it's time for me to leave...for a while, at least. In the course of the past few days, I've gotten into a car accident, my tire has blown out, I've been summoned for jury duty, and my license has been threatened to be taken away. Not cool.

Alls I've got to say is: YOU DO NOT TURN INTO A DRIVEWAY ON THE RIGHT SIDE FROM A LEFT LANE.

Yes, these are all auto related issues, so it'll be nice to get away from them for a while. I just don't wanna think about it at the moment.

Anyways, this shall be my last post for a while, as I will be 6,967 miles away. I know I'll find internet, but come on, I can blogspot and facebook on this side of the world just fine. For those of you curious as to where I'll be visiting (and because I'm a true geography nerd and love maps), I've marked where I'll be spending the next 2 weeks of my life with the moderately large and clear x's:



(Metro Manila, La Union, and Boracay for those of you who don't know)

That is all. Show me what you got, homeland!

"you know, this inner turmoil of mine? it's hungry. give it some nachos."
-AS

9/5/08

I will be unreachable for some time...

So in less than 5 days, I shall be departing the country. I will be traveling halfway across the world to the region that is known as the Philippines. The sheer gravity of the trip hasn't quite hit me yet, but I'm assuming that's because I've been so caught up in the grind that I haven't had the chance to sit down, breathe, and slow down to really assess the situation I'm about to get myself into. It'll be a flurry of firsts for me, some being my first time to the country of my cultural heritage, my first foray ever into Southeast Asia, and (according to the "Western scheme of things") my first time to set foot on a 'developing country.'

So basically, I'm not really sure what to expect, except for a life changing experience, which is what most of people who have visited the country prior have told me. There's an itinerary laid out for me already, I'll be there with my family, but still, I'm not sure how I'll be taking this. I'm not saying I might not enjoy this, by all means, I'm really looking forward to it with an open mind and a closed mouth (my mom advised me to not say anything out loud, otherwise that'll be the dead giveaway that I'm not from around there...although I'm guessing it's gonna be my profuse sweating that'll give it away).

While gone, I know I'll be missing out on some typical American commodities, such as mild temperatures, toilet paper in some parts (according to my brother at least), consistent clean running water, and I Love Money (unless they do air it on VH1 Southest Asia). It'll be different, but it'll be a good experience.

Either way, don't expect to hear back from me until about the 23rd of this month...but don't say bye! I'm not gone yet.

On another note, September 3rd was the one year anniversary of my blog! Isn't that cute, he's growing up...

This will be my 38th published post since that fateful night when I decided that hey, I should find some sort of creative outlet for all my incessant rantings. You know, create a place where I will be free to revel in narcissism and not feel bad about it. Lately there have been alot of people I know that have succumbed to this thing called blogspot. Welcome to the club, my friends.

Let's take a look back at that first post again:

"Needless to say, my attempts to start online journals have been inconsistent and flaky at best. I tend to lose interest in writing in these things after a while, since seemingly I only write when I'm feeling emotional. But I guess this is a trend I can break this time around, possibly. I say this every time, but will this one stand the test of time and my ultimate un-desire to write? I always answer the same way too: m'eh."

So far, so good.

Anyways, there's so much in the news that I've discovered thanks to my inflated amount of downtine at work, and so much I'd like to write about, but blogs that are actually read provide visuals, and so I'd like to conclude likewise:

My God, this woman is all over the news. You can't browse by a news channel or pass by a page on digg without seeing the name 'Palin' show up. As such, I have taken the time to get to know this veep candidate extensively, since the media has given her quite the hype. Now, I'd like to convince myself that I enjoy following politics, as much as I deny it publicly. But in reality I eat this shit up, haha. Some notable quotes from this past week:
Palin, on her experience as related to Obama's:
"I guess a small-town mayor is sort of like a "community organizer," except that you have actual responsibilities."
Obama, on Palin's piercing attacks and why he isn't responding to her:
"Why? I'm not running against her, I'm running against McCain...I've heard worse on the basketball courts."
A blogger, calling the GOP out:
"I can imagine Biden at the VP debates now: 'You, Ms. Palin, are running a ticket in which you wish to appeal to the Hillary Clinton voters. I know Ms. Clinton personally, Ms. Palin, and you are no Hillary Clinton."
A Fox News correspondent, on Ms. Palin's foreign policy experience:
"Well of course she has foreign policy experience! She governed the state that is closest to Russia!"

Alls I've got say on this matter at this point is shame on you Republicans, for the obvious gimmick you are trying to play on America, knowing damn well that a good amount of people will fall for that gimmick. And if this fateful November, we do happen to allow the Grand Old Party (bro) to come into office, well then I just have to say that this country deserves to be fucked over if we're going to be that naive.


Seriously? I take consolation in the fact that both you, my readers, I, and millions of other people all over the United States view this as ridiculous and completely out of line. But I am also saddened by the fact that in some part of the United States (and in one of my relatives' houses), there is a family that is watching the Faux News Network and taking this as true, real, and genuine.


Awww, poor Bill. It may have already been a decade, but nobody's forgotten yet.


I ensure you, this is not photoshopped.


If you watch South Park, you'd be lauging your ass off right now.

Total laps swam so far, 9/5/08: 60 laps x 25 meters = 1500meters
How much in shape am I feeling: Gah I haven't swam in 2 weeks. And my family keeps telling me that I'm looking fatter. Not good.

"How am I? Well, I'm down to 8 cigarettes per day."
-MC

8/30/08

Happy Birthday Joan Rose

Go Joan.



original references:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVb7LTA4Sts
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9iYAXJ6Yz30
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QgkUeDhX4cw

I know I always praise my latest work as my greatest, but, I still think this is pretty good.

"I have a pimple on my nose that's making me cross-eyed."
-JG

8/26/08

a can of acadamia nuts

Thanks to the multiple occurences in which I've been asked this question, I am now very well aware that my college life is over and I've got nothing but the real world to look forward to from this point forward.

Thank you, I didn't notice.

Why yes, I did graduate from UCLA. What did I study? Geography, urban planning, and public policy. What am I doing now? I'm working for the transit department of Santa Monica. Do I want to go to grad school? Eventually.

After answering those string of questions exactly in that order and with the exact same responses for the 20th time in the past 4 days, I felt like the next step I would need to take would be to type out my answers onto a business card and just hand it to anyone who wanted to make that conversation with me. But since I secretly enjoy tooting my own horn at my accomplishments, I figure I'll probably hold out for just a little while longer.

But another question that is consistently posed to me is whether or not I miss undergrad life. Do I miss going to school yet? Do I miss UCLA yet? Am I getting sick of work yet? Really, it's a long answer yes with an 'and,' and a short answer no with a 'but.'

In actuality, the only thing I really truly miss about undergrad life is being able to sleep in till whenever I'd like. Other than that, I rather enjoy life after school. I like the job I'm at right now, since I think I've learned more relevant practical skills in the past few weeks than I have in the past few years in college courses. I'm making a decent amount of money (goodbye crippling credit card debt!). I love free time, so I absolutely don't mind coming home after work and spending the rest of the evening watching old re-runs of John and Kate plus 8, I Love Money, Blind Date, Southpark, the more obscure untelevised Olympic sports such as judo, shooting, or trampoline, and working on developing my beatboxing skills thanks to Biz Markie:


All that, and I'd like to believe that every day, my stock is rising (that's right, baby, I'm a college graduate with a stable job, and I'm only getting more beautiful by the day).

I mean, that's not to say I didn't enjoy undergraduate life. Hell, I've had the most fun I had ever had, ever in the past four years. I've gained a multitude of friends I'll have for years, I've expanded my tastes in music and my collection of it, I've learned life experiences I would have never had otherwise, and I've created memories I'll have for years. I mean, how many people can say they
-played in the band at UCLA
-MC'd a banquet for 100+ people on a yacht
-participated in UCLA's undie run (research it, for you who are not aware of it) not in my underwear, but in a gorilla suit
-have driven back and forth between the Bay Area and Los Angeles at least 97 times
-one of those drives was in the middle of the night, in which the tire blew out resulting in the car spinning out of control in the middle of highway 5 at 4am, forcing the rest of the drive to be done on the spare tire going no faster than 50 mph
-got high, cooked dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets, and watched the Land Before Time
-open up a bottle of Andre ($3 champagne!) and watch Russell Peter's only good stand up every other night
-had a roommate who would leave notes on the door asking to stay out because he's having a "serious talk with his good friend," who happened to be a guy
-walked in on the above
-had a roommate who didn't shower often, or ever
-played a role in putting together conferences for 300+ high school students
-mix pancake batter, stick in the oven, and call that dinner
-open up a can of pork and beans, open up a soda, and call that dinner
-threw parties in which there were at least 50-70 people crammed into a single roomed apartment
-got trapped in a tiny elevator with 2 other guys and a huge laundry cart flowing over with stuff, on the last day your friend is spending in the neighborhood
-completely furnished a living room for free, thanks to the many nights spent driving around the neighborhood searching for furniture left on the streets

...and oh so much more. I think an extended list of this will call for another entry.

I mean, I see why people would want to extend their stay in the college lifestyle. I visited campus today for the first time in a while, and already I had run into two people I knew. The campus is beautiful and full of beautiful people. There are still winter, spring, and summer breaks, and the living is usually easy. It's very, very convenient.

But it's got to come to an end eventually. It's been fun, it's been memorable, but all good things come to an end. College is so...temporary. Relationships are limited to the time until graduation, jobs are menial and usually don't help much for the resume, and metabolism slows down exponentially after finishing undergrad (I sense another entry topic).

So for the time being, right now I will say that I do miss undergrad life to a point, but at the same time, I know that my time has come and gone. But feel free to ask me again in a few months or so.

Total laps swam so far, 8/26/08: 60 laps x 25 meters = 1500meters
How much in shape am I feeling: The fact that I wasn't getting winded after one lap is a good sign. Unfortunately, I've taken a 6 day break as well.

"a pick and roll? a pick and roll? I fucking play football, I don't know what the fuck a pick and roll is!"
-KF

oh one more thing, how are you all digging the new layout?

8/17/08

Prestidigitation.

\pres-tuh-dij-uh-TAY-shuhn\, noun:
Skill in or performance of tricks; sleight of hand.

Cool word huh? Dictionary.com's word of the day, November 16, 2005, my birthday.

But it has nothing to do with what I'm about to write.

No, rather, I've been spending some short time at home, and I've had time to reflect. I've had an excogitation if you will (another dictionary.com benefaction). Being at home is nice and all, and it's not without its perks (close to family, free rent, free food, free laundry!), but I'm just not ready to go back yet. At home, I can not work, sit on my ass all day and wander around the house aimlessly and feel good about it. But good lord, I have a life to live and bills to pay and people to meet and friends to hang out with and bills to pay and places to explore and bills to pay and bills to pay. The Bay Area is an amazing place, rich with culture and opportunity and boasts some of the most beautiful scenery of the world (and I mean that figuratively, too). This picture below of the sun setting west behind the mountains doesn't do justice of what I saw while driving on the bridge, but hey, I just learned that taking a clear picture while driving 80 mph on a crowded roadway is kinda difficult...and just straight up dangerous, especially while trying to text at the same time.

above: in LA the mountains would be brown and hazy and the sky would be a beautiful smoggy purplish-brown

Driving back to the LALA land was what you call, a bitch, however. Apparently nearing the end of Highway 5, about 60 miles away from Westhood, CalTrans decides to close off the road from 11pm-4am, starting that night I was driving on it. I arrive at the scene at 11:04pm. Damn. As a result, traffic stops to a near standstill as 5 lanes eventually merge into 1 while everyone exits onto the detour. So keep in mind that not only are there hundreds of cars trying to fit into a space 1/5 of what it was driving on before, the detour route was considerably long, and naturally, full of traffic. Expectedly, I lose two hours and end up coming home later than I should have. But, as always, I guess it could have been worse:



One last thing. Since I had been relegated to buying larger dress pants in order to avoid any more days in which my waist cannot breathe while at work, I have been inspired to start recreational lap swimming again. No, I wasn't inspired by the olympics but rather the extra 3 minutes I have to spend sucking in my gut while struggling to button up my pants every other morning. But man, today was wake up call though. I didn't realize how far 25 meters is after 6 years of physical inactivity. Since the last time I had done anything this physical, I have: started drinking, began living on my own-which means cheaper, less quality foods, smoked a few times, and, well, pretty much let myself go. By the time I finished my very few 18 laps today, I was winded, I was dizzy, for some odd reason, my reactions were slower on the drive home, and I couldn't help but what the hell I was thinking.

But no pain, no gain, right? Fuck that. No pain, no pain.

Total laps swam so far, 8/18/08: 18 laps x 25 meters = 450 meters
How much in shape am I feeling: Will someone kill me now?

"fuck growing up...wandering around in the mountainside with crazy youthful abandon forever"
-KV

8/12/08

can you digg it baby?

So the lack of school to take up my time leaves me free to spend my time working full time. And work full time I do. And with 40 hours of my life per week spent at work, this gives me plenty of time to steal the company bandwidth and find the randomnest crap on the interweb. And steal the company bandwidth I do. And since I don't have school to keep me occupied, I also have all the time in the world to write about this crap. And write about this crap I do.

So this week in stuff I find fairly (if not ever so slightly) interesting:

Scients unlock the "key" to music and mental illness

First up, apparently psychiatrists have finally scientifically proven that the type of music a teenager listens is an indication of what their personality is like. I rather like reading about these things, actually. Every now and then I run into these "scientific" articles that state some wildly obvious conclusions (i.e. "Scientists Conclude that College Drinking Games Lead to Higher Blood Alcohol Levels).

The article states that the type of music you listen to may make you more likely to develop a mental illness. Really now? What I found more ridiculous was this very typecast generalization: 

WHAT STUDIES SAY ABOUT YOUR SOUNDS:
POP: Conformists, overly responsible, role-conscious, struggling with sexuality or peer acceptance.
HEAVY METAL: Higher levels of suicidal ideation, depression, drug use, self-harm, shoplifting, vandalism, unprotected sex.
DANCE: Higher levels of drug use regardless of socio-economic background.
JAZZ/RHYTHM & BLUES: Introverted misfits, loners.
RAP: Higher levels of theft, violence, anger, street gang membership, drug use and misogyny.


Uh oh. I have an appreciation for all these types of music genres. Looks like I'm a suicidal introverted misfit loner that is part of a gang, does drugs and shoplifts and is struggling with my sexuality. 

Could pandas be proof that there is a God?

Some religious fanatics seem to believe so. I mean, think about it. Pandas are an evolutionary mistake. They have an "un-bear-like" vegetarian diet, apparent lack of interest or aptitude for sex, they spend their days sitting, eating, and scratching...I mean, how could a species who evolved so poorly have survived in the past tens of thousands of years without help from a higher power?

The article mostly centers around the panda's (nearly nonexistent) sex life. They state "The male penis is disproportionately small, females seldom go into heat, and males do not instinctively know how to mate..." Hm...a species in the males have had to be given porn, viagra, and sexercise just to learn how to mate? Of course God, Buddha, Mohammed, Shiva, or some other higher deity has had to have a hand in their survival. I think these people may be on to something...

Operator get me Beijing ding ding ding

Ah, of course. The one event that brings together thousands of people from all over the world so billions of others have an excuse to sit in front of the tv for hours at a time. But the 29th Olympiad has succeeded in other things besides blowing our fucking mind (by the way, if any of you watched the opening ceremony, I heard Toshiba is coming out with those new roll up big screen TVs soon).

It's exposed the world's obession with appearance and perfection and all that wonderful junk. Critics may attack the Chinese, but the coverage that the press is even giving these allegations of trickery and such just goes to show how obsessed we really are as well.  Sure, the Chinese government switched a couple of girls around during the opening ceremony because one was too cute to sing and one was too good at singing to be cute. But I mean, come on. The Chinese don't deserve to receive that much criticism over something as trivial as that. People have gone on to accuse China of being two faced, and fakers, and so on and so forth. But really, who hasn't lip synched a concert before (Remember Ashley Simpson? And did you know that Pavoratti was supposed to sing at the Winter Olympics in Turin, Italy, but lip synched his performance as well?) This was just a simple performance. The real criticism should be about how the government displaced hundreds of thousands of people from their homes and built walls to block "unsightly" neighborhoods from the Olympic community:



...ah, that was kind of  serious note to end on. Here's some other funny stuff I found online this week:









hilarious.

"I don't read blogs-I look for pictures and bold lettering so I can skim through"
-JRT

8/4/08

I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way. Why don't you get a job

MARK SOLOMON
TRANSIT OPERATIONS, SANTA MONICA BIG BLUE BUS
-as read on my employee badge

it's got a nice ring to it, huh?

it's only been my first day of real career-ish work, but hey, it feels good to know that I'm finally stepping into a field that I'm genuinely interested in. I started my morning hungover and at 6am, and over the course of the day I was introduced to a multitude of names I won't remember and more information on the operations of a public transit system than all the things I've learned in my classes in the past year. had it been any other field, I would have been exhausted and hot and bothered. but it was different today. I was actually excited to get into this!

of course, me taking this job has effectively tied me to living in westwood for at least the next few months, if not the next year, kinda clashing with my grand master daddy plan of ultimately leaving this godforsaken region (SoSucksCal) for...

who knows. somewhere different. I haven't thought that far ahead yet.

on that note, I leave you with a cat eating corn.



"guess who got a B+ in art history? not me, cause I got an A!"
-NB

8/2/08

if websites came with warning labels...




seriously, yo.

courtesy of cracked.com

"I wanted to be a geology major but I'm fat and I can't walk"
-SN

7/31/08

do you see what I see?

well, do ya?


if not, maybe you should check this out. you'll see then.

65 things that look like Pac Man



"uh, look, I'm probably about to get laid right now, so is it okay if I email you afterwards?"
-JU

7/18/08

indiana jones and the hotel of doom

aside from music, large and interesting architectural wonders are one of the other art forms I can really appreciate (paintings are nice and all, but...eh.) that said, while browsing through yahoo tonight, I came across an article that stated that construction on North Korea's "Hotel of Doom" was resuming, after supposedly 16 years of, well, abandonment.



look at that thing. isn't it incredibly ugly?

apparently the story behind that $750 million waste of concrete is that construction began in 1987 in the capital of North Korea, Pyongyang, mostly as a jealous response to the coming of the Olympics to Seoul (South Korea, for you geographically igonorant) in 1988. unfortunately, 5 years and a Soviet collapse later, construction halted on the building because of lack of funds and/or lack of public interest, and all that's left is this concrete shell you see above. it still stands as a tribute to North Korea's economic problems. the building would have been 105 stories tall, with seven rotating restaurants, and 3000 hotel rooms. but if you think about it, who the hell would want to visit North Korea anyway?

I took this off of a blog of someone who had actually seen the thing:
"The Ryugyong Hotel is not visible at night. It is 105-floors, but since it has no electricity – since construction never finished and it is empty – it disappears into the blackness of a Pyongyang night. Then it reappears again at dawn, as though it were an apparition slowly manifesting in the morning fog. Official photos of Pyongyang show the building illuminated at night, but this is a result of photo manipulation."

ain't that some fucked up shit?

I'll admit that stuff like this really fascinates me. and finding time to blog about it and whatnot is a really great way to procrastinate from the many pages of midterm paper I must write.

on that note, I leave you with this google earth image from above:



now that's some crazy star wars shit.

"our fucking couches are haunted!"
-CV

7/14/08

I am writing to inform the world that...

I lost a dear friend of mine today.

my poor, poor backpack pocket. my favorite backpack pocket, if you will. the zipper on you has broken and the pocket rendered useless.

so ends an era and begins a new one in which this backpack which I've managed to use and keep in working condition for the past 8 years begins to fall apart. seriously, this was my favorite pocket. I kept my ipod in there, my little reminder notebook, various other objects that were too small to keep in the larger pockets but still needed to be accessed readily, was in the perfect position since if I dropped my backpack on the ground it would receive minimal impact...

goodbye, old pocket.



what, can't a person mourn over an inanimate object he has an emotional attachment to? (that's what she said)(or he...m'eh.)

"...and feel free to shit on my pillow and toothbrush too."
-BM

7/2/08

so it's come to this

sleep. work. lunch. work. tv. sleep.

welcome to your new life, mark.

I hate to sound trite, yet the past month really has been a blur. seems like I didn't waste any time when it came to finding work after graduating. the day after my last final, I began full time work at this medical accounting firm in beverly hills (don't worry, it only sounds cool).

so skip over the whole graduation ceremony, the seeing of family, the ending of instruction and the various activities designed for sending off seniors. it wasn't until I sat down at chipotle in my dress shirt and pants with my steak burrito facing the window at all the people leisurely walking around and shopping that I realized that it was finally all over. my life had finally taken a major turn and I had nothing but full days of work to look forward to.

sleep. work. lunch. work. tv. sleep.

sound fun? everyone always says they don't want to get to the real world after college. I finally see why.

but fortunately for me, I'm not completely there yet (thank God for this last class I have to take). it's the final class of my undergraduate career (and I'm going to try and enjoy every second of it). isn't that frightening? I've been talking to alot of high school seniors lately, and I can't help but reiterate the fact to them that they are so lucky. they've got the best times of their lives ahead of them, and I tell them to make sure they enjoy it. cause after this 4 year long party, it's pretty much downhill.

okay, so maybe I'm being a little melodramatic. but still. college was only a couple of weeks ago for me, yet it seems so far away. knowing that for the next 40 years of my life, I'll be behind a computer in an office is kinda...saddening. in other words, oh shit.

I shouldn't complain though, I'll still be in Westwood for the next year, so maybe things aren't gonna change so much (I'll get more into that later). some of my closest friends have moved away already, and some of the people I interacted with here at school I realized I may never see again in my life. taking that into account, for me it's still

sleep. work. lunch. work. tv. sleep.

and that alone depresses me.

wow, that was emo. but it's my blog and i can rant if i want to.

"yeah you know, the greek drink ouzo. it's like being bitch slapped by a christmas tree."
-JC

6/5/08

you've gotta be kidding me pt. 2

and so I am back, here to rant about the extent of the idiocracy of those around me. I recently had a conversation about people who at this age have no matured enough to take care of themselves and do things for themself. this list of simple common sensical things that we need to take care of ourselves may include but is not limited to: knowing how to do your own laundry, knowing that if you put paper over a light bulb there is a chance that it will burn, how to change a lightbulb, bathing regularly, and so on and so forth.

all these things I have seen occur in my past four years here, and seeing it all never fails to amaze me at how helpless some people are. my latest example happened when I went to go pick up my cap and gown from the ucla store (omg I'm graduating!). so, I must admit, it was kind of a confusing process as to the order of which we needed to do things in order to pick up the stuff (order cap and gown and other graduation regalia through the computer, pay for it, then get in line to pick it up) and it really isn't clear as to exactly what we need to do. however, once you are on the right track, it couldn't be any simpler.

so imagine this. the ucla store sets up computers that are already on the webpage you need to go on to order your cap and gown. input your name and campus ID number. once logged on, you input some information like your address and your major department, then proceed to ordering the size of your cap and gown and other graduation regalia, such as sashes, extra tassels, and diploma frames. the website couldn't be easier to read, with prices and pictures of the products easily visible.

in addition to the pictures of the website, the room in which these computers are in are surrounded by displays of all the graduation merchandise, with legible labeling and pricing clearly marked on the merchandise itself.

simple, right? not simple enough for this person who happened to be right next to me. after logging on, she apparently became so confused as to what happens next, she called on over a worker. at first I thought, okay, she's just a little lost, understandable. then I heard the questions she decided to ask.

girl: what do I put here?
worker:um, that's your gown size. however tall you are.
girl: and what does this mean?
worker:that's the size of your cap. it's one size fits all, so don't worry about it.
g:um, what's next?
w:you put down what department you're graduating from
g:oh okay...what are 'diploma displays?'?
w:they're frames for your diploma
g:what do they look like? how much do they cost? (keep in mind she's staring at the pictures of them on the computer with the prices next to them)
...
g: what's this? a satin sash?....degree tassel?...announcements?...do I need to order a cap and gown too?...how much does it cost?

luckily the worker diligently answered all the customer's questions, with only a slight amount of annoyance in her voice. the girl's questions getting horribly repetive, the worker's answers began to digress into simply "it's all on there, look at it."

wait, i'm not done yet.

so the next step after ordering comes the waiting in line to pick up our cap and gown. so the line isn't that long, and you can easily hear and observe the process of picking things up (you give them your bruin card, they ring up your order, and while someone in the back grabs it, you go on and try the display gown to see how it fits). this girl, however, completely oblivious to the front of the line, decides to ask someone to save her spot in the line, and proceeds straight to the front and tries on the display gowns. thus holding up the line when it came to be her turn.

so my complaint is this: maybe the ucla store made the whole process too complicated for some people. maybe things weren't as simple and easy as I thought they were. but I mean come on. this girl, obviously graduating, is finishing off her college career at one of the most presitgious universities in the world, and yet is still so immature as to be so oblivious to her surroundings. I mean, you'd think that after finishing at least 4 years in an environment surrounded by so much intellectual development that a graduating senior of all people would take the effort to stop, observe her surroundings, and be able to figure out such simple things as why she needs to buy a cap and gown, and how much it costs.

it's little things like this that worry me. yeah, there are people who graduate from college with many accomplishments in academia. yes, ucla is a very prestigious university with some of the best and brightest minds in the world. but why, oh tell me why, there are people who are FINISHING their education here and yet still don't know how stop, get their heads out of their own asses and learn to take care of themselves? learn to do your laundry! learn how to change a lightbulb! learn that hot lightbulb plus paper equals potential fire! learn to be more aware of your surroundings! learn some common sense!

if we're the best and brightest in the world, how are we still making stupid and ignorant mistakes like this?

"I wanna go down on u & make u extremely happy, come back up slowly, and fuck you real good. Yours truly, gas prices."
-EB

5/7/08

get to know me

too many times in the past week even, I've heard the phrase from people: "really? you did that? you don't seem like the type."

ah come on people. what do you think of me? what kind of image of myself am I giving? I know, it seems like I am a real lazy fuck who just sits at his computer all day and chats on aim, surfs the internet for random funny articles, and later blogs about it. believe me, I've done much more interesting things than that in the past. those of you getting to know me now are catching me at my year off. this is the first year ever that I've had an excess of free time since the beginning of high school. so here are some random tidbits about me that you may or may not have known about me in no particular order:
-I went to Catholic school from 3rd to 8th grade
-I used to go camping all the time with my family, have been to Yosemite multiple times, hiked all the way up to Vernal Falls and other sites
-I have camped and hiked in multiple sites all over California
-I am a serial monogomist-I have 9 ex-girlfriends
-4 of those relationships are what I would consider to be "serious"
-I used to do the bay to breakers every year, a 10k run around San Francisco from since I was 6 till about the end of middle school
-One of those years, I did it in costume (I was a Simba walrus-don't ask how)
-I took piano lessons for 12 years
-I was part of my high school band as a percussionist and jazz pianist
-I've been to Japan with my high school jazz band
-I've written my own piano arrangements of three songs
-I was a percussionist in the UCLA symphonic band for one year
-I have probably participated in more than 900 community service hours in my college career
-I was once a director in 3 different community service groups-at once
-One of these groups entailed me the reponsibility of managing the schedules of 22 different seperate groups
-I have become quite avid at creating slideshows
-I've been carrying a camera around with me everywhere I go for the past 8 years...you never know you'll be able to take a picture of! 
-Yes, I used to lift weights and have a set workout program
-I was part of the community swim team when I was in middle school
-Yes, I used to be stylish
-I used to work a night shift (9pm-5am) security job at the dormitories, and I have stories to tell for years
-I used to have pet chickens...so yes I used to raise cocks. haha
-I used to wear a silver chain with a large pendant of the Chinese character "dragon" in high school
-My itunes library as of this moment has 15,674 songs, enough to last 47.1 days and takes up 68.54 gb of space, and continues to grow
 -Apparently, I bake a mean banana bread

I can't think of any more at the moment, but I'm just trying to prove a point: I wasn't always a lazy computer nerd.

"Whatever you do, don't fuck Mark Solomon."
-CB

4/29/08

what does blog stand for again?

Blogging. Why do we do it, why do we read it. Why is it so fascinating to read about other people's anecdotes, hopes, dreams, complaints or manic depressive rants? We all have our own problems we have to deal with, our own shit to worry about and our own dreams to achieve, so why spend time reading about other people's worries?

On that same note, why do people blog in the first place? Don't bloggers know that by typing and publishing their deepest darkest secrets on blogger, livejournal, xanga, facebook notes or whatever know that by doing so, they are pretty much publically stating their innermost thoughts to anyone who can connect to the internet?

well there must be a reason. I know. mostly because:
1. I am writing this.
and
2. you are reading this.

Now I am sure there are completely rational scientific explanations for some people's needs to blog or whatever. It's been a sensation for years now, the most popular sites for this hobby being xanga, blogger, to an extent myspace and more recently facebook.

Actually, what I really want to know is why people would want to write their deepest thoughts and insecurities on facebook notes, knowing damn well that in a few minutes, "(your name here) wrote a new note" is going to pop up on all 300 of your friends' mini feeds, thus making it known to the world that you're "feeling frozen" or that "the road is growing darker and colder every day now." (sorry for those I directly quoted, I mean no offense to your troubles).

Is it a cry for attention? Will you feel validated if someone comments on your blog or rant, telling you that they are there for you if you need to talk to them?

I also can't believe some of the stuff I read on these public domains sometimes. I almost feel bad for reading it cause it's like snooping through someone's diary. Gah! I'm invading your privacy!

There should be some sort of disclaimer on these blogging sites saying something to the effect of "by clicking on the 'publish post' button, your words are now the property of the public and can and will be used against them in a court of law,a circle of friends, or by some creepy stalker who found the link to your blog on your facebook profile."

So you frequenters of blogs, and subsequently a reader of mine, can you answer these questions for me?

"i post, therefore i am."
-JW

4/20/08

almost forgot.

oh also. happy 42o.

for those of you who celebrate, by all means celebrate. if not, then stay home and enjoy an unwarped sense of time and space.

"donde esta...the music room?"
-lady who assumed me and the group of filipinos I was with were Mexican and spoke Spanish
our reply: "you mean schoenburg? that's up the hill."

it's coming

Being involved in a community service program aimed towards promoting higher education to high school students usually leaves me with some sort of euphoric feeling. Ya know, one of those emotional highs or something cause I know I did something that impacted somebody's life positively. Yeah, it sounds cheesy, but I get a certain personal joy if I know down the line that what I did helped someone. Well, who doesn't really?

And so I write this after finishing off a third and what would be my last Bruin Life Weekend. What is that? High school seniors who are accepted to UCLA are invited to spend a weekend here on campus, sleeping in the dorms, eating in the dorms, going to classes, exploring campus and westwood and whatnot, all in the name of making a decision on which college to go to. The whole program was effectively prepared, organized, and facilitated by no more than the less than 10 real active members in PREP(http://prep.bol.ucla.edu/index.htm).


Yay us.
Finishing that off left me with:
-relief that it all came together, despite the lack of concrete organization beforehand (phew)
-a few more facebook friends (and the requests keep coming)
-a stomachache since leftover cheese pizza from the first night is all I've been eating the past three days
-shock cause these students were born in 1990. 1990? that's the next decade!!!
-a little bit of sadness knowing that by the time these prospective UCLA students begin their college career, I'll be graduated
-and panic knowing that by the time these prospective UCLA students begin their college career, I'll be graduated

...it's basically a realization that my time here is ending. The end is coming, and now it's closer than it ever was before (though it'll be even closer tomorrow). Upon hearing that I'm a graduating senior, the question of what I plan on doing with my life after I graduate comes up time and time again. And the question only now pops up more frequently as it gets closer to June. Do I have an answer for it? I do. It usually starts with "Um, well, er, I was thinking I should..."

I'm sure every graduating senior goes through this at some point. This is my turn, especially since at the moment, I'm finding it hard to put a direction in my life. Sure, I'll have the degree, but the real question is yeah, so?

Might I also add that it makes me feel just that much more older when interacting with high school students who are also class of 08.

At the very least, I can be glad that every day I beat my own previous record for the number of consecutive days I've stayed alive.

"You know, Michael Jordan was a geography major. Maybe there's hope for at least some of you."
-Prof. Fan

4/6/08

The Art of Throwing a Party

Hosting a College Party for Dummies
1st Edition
By Mark Solomon


Chapter 1: So You Want to Throw a Party
Chapter 2: Uh, dude, where’s it gonna be? AKA Venue Preparation
Chapter 3: Refreshment Rules, Regulations, and Recommendations
Chapter 4: Entertaining your Guests – There’s More to Parties than Just Standing and Drinking
Chapter 5: Problems You Will Possibly Run Into
Chapter 6: Unfortunately, You Still Have to Clean Up Afterwards

So it’s the beginning of the school year, and you’ve just moved into your first apartment. No more communal showers, no more diminished sense of privacy, no more stupid quiet hours, no more RAs and their lame programs. It’s time to celebrate! And what better way to celebrate than with a housewarming party? And later on down the line, who needs a reason, let’s just party for the sheer hell of it! I mean, you’ve got a nice enough place, and you finally decided you’re popular enough to throw a huge, kick-ass party, so why the hell not.
But wait. There are so many logistical issues to worry about. You’ve got to buy alcohol, you’ve got to provide music, you’ve got to make sure your neighbors don’t complain and call the police, you’ve got to make sure nobody gets too wasted and the EMTs don’t have to be called. Gah! So many issues and if something goes wrong, there goes the party and there went the night.

It doesn’t have to be that way. Now, I’ve been to a lot of apartment parties, and have thrown a number myself. I can tell you all the things that have gone wrong, what works, what doesn’t, and how to mitigate when something goes wrong. It all begins with the basics.

Anybody can throw a party. But how many people can say they’ve thrown a good party? You know, a party where everybody has a good time, everybody has (good) stories to tell the morning after, and when describing how it turned out, guests exclaim “fucking crazy!” rather than “it was aiight.” How do you ensure this? Just keep these elements in mind.

Chapter 1 – So You Want to Throw a Party
So upon deciding that you are capable of throwing a party, you figure you need a reason to do so, right? Excuses to throw a party come in all sorts of shapes and sizes, from housewarmings, to birthdays, to holidays to anti-holidays to going-away parties to after-parties to pre-parties…and so on and so forth. Sometimes you don’t need a reason at all, and can pull off throwing a party for the sheer hell of it. But sometimes the reason for a party will be a huge indicator in who attends. For example, not everyone is too keen on the idea of going to a going away party for someone they don’t really know, nor will everyone be too keen on the idea of partying to celebrate Shavu'ot (it’s on June 9th this year, FYI).

Also what must be taken into consideration are themes. In my experience, for large scale parties in which there is a lot of mixing of friends, themes do not work. “Dress up as your screen name” or “Wear green if you’re single, red if you’re not” seem like easy enough rules to follow, but when it comes down to things, unless the person really really really likes you, they’re not likely gonna take the effort to dress up as “LiL AzN SkOoL GuRliE.” In other words, ditch the theme. People come to parties to see friends, get buzzed, and take pictures they can later post on facebook.

And for those of you who actually listen and follow themes, don’t you feel stupid when you’re the only one who came in a green polka dot shirt and your old corduroy school uniform pants?

Chapter 2 - Uh, dude, where’s it gonna be? AKA Venue Preparation
Of course, one of the most important factors in hosting a party is making sure the host (you) has somewhere to host the party. It is assumed that the party will be in your apartment. Thus, there are some general rules you must follow in order to maximize overall party comfortableness and minimize damage.
1. Venue Location – This may be completely out of your control, but to ensure attendance to your party, you must make it completely accessible. A place that does not take long to walk to and is not hard to find is the ideal location for a party. Providing a map online to your place from a well known location such as the dorms helps to ensure accessibility, so unknowing guests won’t run into the problem of realizing they don’t know where your place is after pre-partying, and being too drunk to try and figure it out (usually resulting in the “well why don’t we just party here?” statement). Also, you’re not gonna wanna keep leaving your party to go downstairs to open up the gate to the entrance of your apartment for every single guest that comes in, so if there’s a code to open the gate, provide it.
2. Preparing the Venue
a. Cleanliness Preparation - There is one thing that must be universally understood when you host a party: Your place will get dirty. It will get damn dirty. So of course proper preparations must be made to help minimize the impending dirtiness:
-Always provide plenty of places to throw trash, i.e. trash cans in the bathroom and trash bags in the kitchen and near the door. Nobody wants to hold the same red cup or small shot sized dixie cup for the duration of a party. And if there’s no bag or can to throw the empty cup into, then they’ll just set it down wherever they are, leading to the rest of the party assuming that is the new resting spot to put their identical red cup, thinking that no one’s gonna get confused about whose cup is whose.
-The bathroom is going to be a favorite spot for many of your party guests. So, to ensure your bathroom maintains some sense of cleanliness, be sure to hide personal care products first (you wouldn’t want to know how many times your toothbrush was dropped in drunken frenzies that night) to avoid messes from occurring.
Provide something for people to wipe their hands on. Avoid paper towels, as they only create more potential for mess. If you clear out all your towels and leave nothing, the “why-is-his-hand-wet-after-coming-out-of-the-bathroom syndrome” will occur. Provide only one towel (preferably a large one) for people to wipe their hands on. Therefore, you minimize the amount of laundry you have to do post-party.
-If at all possible, avoid using utensils or cups that you will have to later wash.
-You super Asians out there will require your party guests to remove their shoes when they enter your place, as seems like the most logical thing to do. If you can manage to continue to enforce the rule throughout the night, right on. However, in most larger scale parties, the whole shoes off policy will be forgotten and eventually will no longer be followed as more guests enter (though if new guests coming in don’t notice the huge pile of shoes at the door, that’s a problem in and of itself).
If you are foregoing the whole shoes off policy, then expect to have a dirty carpet or hardwood floor afterwards. Hardwood floors will be easier to clean than their fabric counterparts, but damage will be done either way. Spills will happen, resulting in stains or morning stickiness. Vomit is a bitch to clean off from carpet too, and the best thing to do upon first discovery of the occurrence is to wipe off the excess stomach acid and partly digested In-n-Out, douse with water, spray with cleanser (or bleach), wipe, and repeat.
One way to help mitigate this from the beginning is to cover your floor completely for protection. Plastic covering is effective and easy to clean up afterwards, however it is slippery. While this may lead to many comical happenings throughout the night that increase proportionately with overall drunkenness of people, it also runs the risk of being ripped open, leaving your precious carpet exposed. Flattened cardboard boxes are also very effective, and even absorb a slight amount of the force of a stampede of footsteps your downstairs neighbors have to endure.
b. Preparing a floor plan
-Keep the main area (i.e. the part of your apartment where the main part of the party will be occurring) open, with plenty of space for people to stand, mingle, dance, knock out on, etc. It ain’t a party till someone starts gettin’ down.
-Provide plenty of places for people to sit. While maintaining a large open area, along the walls there should be places for people to sit down. While many like to dance, people love to sit even more. Also, those who aren’t enjoying the party tend to find a place to sit. Sitting also breeds conversation and eventual hooking up, so ensure there’s plenty of areas for that. So, utilize all your dining table chairs and maximize your couch. Coffee tables can be placed against a wall and be converted into very hard, but still very usable seating.
-Placing alcohol in a central place avoids confusion and centralizes where 90% of spills will be occurring. Also, avoid keeping alcohol in a place near the doorway. Doing so leaves a quick exit for those who like to steal alcohol from parties. While it may seem logical to keep alcohol in the kitchen, you actually want to keep that area clear if at all possible to ensure that the sink is readily accessible (you never know when things spontaneously combust, believe me).
-Unless there is some integral part of the party taking place in your bedroom, keep that area blocked off. If there’s one part of your apartment that must be kept sacred, it should be where you sleep.
-Lighting is a very important part of the party, as it sets the mood of the room. Nobody likes partying in complete light (and it’s so much easier to hit on someone or talk to someone when you can’t see their face completely), then again, nobody wants to party in complete darkness either. Mood lighting devices such as lava lamps or those lightning orb things are very effective. Disco lights and black lights also add a very nice effect. Christmas lights are your best bet, in my opinion, however. They are cheap (about $2 for a string of 100), are easy to place, and provide non-overbearing but sufficient lighting. If you can figure it out, hook up your computer to your TV screen and turn on your WinAmp or iTunes visualizer. The trippy variations in color leave something for people to stare at while inebriated. Avoid strobe lights however – that’s more of a thing for when you’re high.
-Speakers should be placed strategically-away from the door or any walls that are adjacent to neighboring apartments. This minimizes the amount of noise that travels outside of where it is supposed to be heard. (More on music later)
c. Inform your neighbors - As one of the most important factors to take into consideration for the success of a party, informing your neighbors ensures at least a little bit of safety from complaints. In a way, your neighbors control the longevity of your party. The more of your excessive noise they can take (and there’s going to be a lot of excessive noise), the longer your party will last. So what to do, what to do? Easy – let all your surrounding neighbors know that you will be having a few people over for a little shindig, and it will be a little loud that night. It’s best to knock on their door and let them know personally. Be sure to let them know to inform you first before they decide to call the police if they really feel like you’re bothering them. Besides, informing them beforehand gives you the right to say “don’t say I didn’t warn you” the next morning.
d. Provide some sort of ventilation – but be careful. It’s probably a given that a room full of multiple human bodies will become hot, stuffy, and ultimately very uncomfortable. It probably seems smart to keep a window or a door open, but be wary, since this means that noise will travel further, thus pissing your neighbors off more quickly and efficiently. Instead, if the option of air conditioning is available, then all means use it. If not, find fans, plug em in, and keep em going throughout the whole party. Your room will be initially chilly, but you’ll be glad they’re there when 40 people are stuffed in your living room.

Chapter 3 – Refreshment Rules, Regulations, and Recommendations
Ah yes, it sure ain’t a party unless the whole room just reeks of inebriation. The good parties are those that not only get your guests drunk, but keep your guests drunk. And the best parties are when those who don’t normally pass out or throw up end up throwing up, passing out, and not remember too much of what happened the night before.
Not all good parties have to involve alcohol, and for those of you who still practice prohibition, by all means, more power to you. I have heard of many successful SOBEr parties that have gone down, with juice pong and everything (cause it’s about the love, not the drugs!)
But for those of you who do wish to take the (underage) alcohol consumption route, there are certain guidelines you must follow in order to ensure everybody’s happy and continues to be so happy that it causes a headache and a stomachache in the morning.
1. Provide Choices – Everyone has their own preference for method of getting drunk. Some like the quick and painful nothing but hard liquor method, while others enjoy the slow but sure method of buzzed by beer. Then there’s those out there who think alcohol tastes like donkey balls (assuming they know what donkey balls taste like) and won’t drink anything unless it tastes like lemonade. Providing mixed drinks is the way to go for this crowd. Knowing this, you must cater to a diverse range of tastes, and provide all choices. Finally – you need alternative drinks such as soda, juice, and water. Soda and juice double as drinks for those who don’t enjoy any type of alcohol, and water is a must. People will get dehydrated, and as the night goes on, people will be drinking less alcohol and more water. Sparksnotes version of the previous paragraph: You need hard liquor, you need beer, you need a fruity mixed drink option, you need non-alcoholic drinks, such as soda or juice and most important of all, you need water.
a. Fruity mixed drink? If you’re stumped as to what a good mix is (or if you don’t know what a mixed drink even is) here are some suggestions:
i. Buzzed Light Year – 1 shot of vodka, 1 shot of midori melon liqueur, fill with orange juice
ii. Blood Clot – 1 shot of Southern Comfort, 1 half shot of grenadine, fill with 7-up
iii. Chameleon – one half shot of blue curacao, one half glass of orange juice, fill with 7-up
iv. Electric Popsicle – 1 shot of midori melon liqueur, 1 shot of blue curacao, fill with 7-up
v. Tootsie Roll – 1 shot of kahlua, one and a half shots of orange juice
vi. Mean Green Love Making Machine – 1 cup of orange juice, half shot of vodka, half shot of midori melon liqueur, half shot of blue curacao
vii. Hawaiian Knockout -2 parts red passion alize, 2 parts Hawaiian punch, 1 part vodka
viii. Doctor Soco – 1 shot of Southern Comfort, fill with Dr. Pepper
-each of the above recipes can be adjusted to create larger quantities
b. Also, people will not drink anything that comes out of an open punch bowl. Nobody knows who put what in there. When providing mixed drinks in large quantities, your best bet is to provide it in a large cooler.
2. Don’t be cheap – You’re at the store buying alcohol, and your eyes naturally begin glancing towards the bottom of the alcohol shelf. Hm. You can spend $9 and buy the painful Smirnoff, the burning $12 Cuervo, and the tolerable $10 Bacardi. But wait! Your eyes glance to the right, and notice that Prestige makes all three of these liquors! And all the bottles are only $6!
Don’t do it.
It’s a common mistake of first time alcohol buyers to go for the cheapest stuff available. The mantra “you get what you pay for” never rings truer than in the world of alcohol. Sure, you may be saving a couple of dollars here and there, but it’s simply not worth it. The cheaper alcohol you buy, the more it is likely to get people sick. Sure, alcohol is alcohol and in the end it will do the trick, but more even slightly less cheap name brand alcohol does a better job of reducing the burn than their plastic bottled brethren. You’re in college now. Graduate to glass bottles.
The same rings true for beer as well. While you don’t need to go out and purchase the finest quality beer that comes in fancy bottles, was imported from Belgium and brewed by monks, you should make an effort to have a little taste. For example – the most common and normally cheapest beer that is popular at parties but nowhere else is Bud Light or Tecate (about $16 for a 30 pack for each). While I am a larger fan of the latter, the former still does the trick, and should only be purchased in the context that it was the only stuff available.
Kegs seem like an economical idea, and it’s true, they are. You most definitely get the most alcohol out of a keg for the amount of money you pay. It must be understood, however, that kegs are messy. They are VERY messy. Keep this in mind: one’s ability to pour liquid out of a spout will decrease as their inebriation increases, thus resulting in many a spilled drink. Also: Kegs are heavy as hell. Transportation to an apartment on the 3rd floor of an elevator-less building is logistically impossible.
This is a personal experience of mine, and I’d like to point out that there are those out there who are even cheaper, and will actually go for this brand of beer called Milwaukee’s Best. Bleh! Milwaukee’s Best equals world’s worst. The moment you see this brand around, you know that either this host: has no taste at all or is cheap beyond comprehension. Now, when you see Milwaukee’s Best Light, you should question the validity of the host’s concern for their guests.
3. Cheap alcohol tricks that work – Not all liquor that comes in large quantities at cheap prices are completely horrible. The 40 oz. is a very common preference of alcohol, and it does the trick inexpensively and easily. A party themed around 40 oz. bottles of Mickey’s or Colt 45 boosts your awesome rating by many a notch, as it shows that you know how to get down, yet you’re not ashamed to show a ghetto side of you.
Also very effective is the cheap wine route. Wine is sometimes viewed as the classiest of all drinks, yet all those images of snobby wine enthusiasts clinking glasses are completely dissipated when you bust out the boxed wine or the 4 liter jug. Running at about $8-10 each, this is the best bang for your buck, meaning most volume of alcohol per dollar. The 4 liter jug of wine is just funny to look at and pour out of, and pulling the bag of wine out of the box opens the floor for a great drinking game (to be discussed later).
4. Provide LOTS of drinks – Running out of alcohol is one of the worst things that could happen at a party (next to the cops being called or someone getting hurt). Alcohol is literally the lifeblood of any successful party, and the moment people find out that the alcohol has run dry, everything begins falling apart. Those who were only slightly buzzed will never get past that stage, people will begin sobering up left and right, and newer guests to the party will end up sober and uncomfortable in the muggy, stuffy conditions around varying levels of inebriation. More availability of alcohol equals everybody stays drunk and happy longer.
So always, always provide plenty to drink for everyone, and then some. It may seem like you are buying in excess, and alcohol is pretty damn expensive, but I guarantee you it will be worth it. The leftover alcohol that is available after the party can then be used as an excuse to host another party the next week.
5. Don’t ever, EVER charge your guests for drinks – While purchasing this alcohol, you’ll notice that it’s very easy to drop $100-$200 easily. Breathe. There, there. I know, it’s a lot, and who the hell would want to spend that much on something everyone else is going to drink?
You!
Upon making the decision that you even wanted to even host the party to begin with, you agreed to sign your life (or credit card) away to wholeheartedly paying for everything. That is what a good host is. Don’t ever force your guests to pay to drink – you are not a nightclub. Forcing to have all your guests to make a “donation” to the “alcohol fund” when they drink your drinks will only turn people off. Asking your guests to “come prepared with cash” will make you come off as some sort of cheap bastard, and attendance to your party or future parties will be severely reduced. Forcing someone to pay also changes the overall mood of your party. People will be glaring at you from across the room, cursing you under their breaths, and when you’re not looking, flipping you off in the most creative fashion.
If you really don’t wanna pay, find some friends to split the cost with. No person is gonna want to pay $5 to a stranger just to fill their cup up at the keg. Shame on you.
6. Food and Snacks – Optional, at best. The more generous hosts will actually provide real finger foods such as cream puffs, bagel bites, or dinosaur chicken shaped chicken nuggets. Cheaper, but still generous nonetheless hosts will provide staples such as chips, pretzels, or trail mix. If you simply just don’t give a damn, you won’t provide food at all. Having food available is always a plus when it comes to parties, and you will garner only positive feedback by doing so. Food also keeps people at a party, as it keeps them from deciding to leave for a while to go to that nearby 24 hour Denny’s.
Let it be known though, however, that available food increases the potential for messes occurring, and also increases the likelihood of throwing up.

Chapter 4 – Entertaining your Guests – There’s More to Parties than Just Standing and Drinking
Socializing is fun, but anybody can do that anywhere. Socializing while drinking is fun, but even then, it could get old. Part of what makes a good party a good party is making sure that there is something for everyone to do. A good party is when people don’t leave, thinking they just wasted their time just sitting and drinking. If beer pong, a little bit of dancing, and standing are all you have as things to do at your party, people are bound to get bored.
1. Music – Parties have music. It’s almost an unspoken rule. A very popular hobby of many college age students is to go clubbing. Having music available at your party brings the club to your apartment (assuming you’ve been following this guide and have an open space in your apartment lit by colorful Christmas lights) by providing an atmosphere in which people can dance. Also, music fills the silence for those awkward moments when you run out of things to say to the people you are talking to (or trying to talk to). No slow jams though. This isn’t a middle school dance.
When providing music, it’s best not to leave your computer or laptop open to the general party area. Stuff will spill, and laptop keyboards are not cheap to replace.
2. Party Activities – People tend to get bored at parties when there’s nothing to entertain them, and especially if they don’t really know the crowd at the party. So how do you help that? Give them something to do!
a. Karaoke – If you’re lucky enough to get your hands on one of these machines (www.magicmic.com), the potential for fun just explodes. Everybody likes singing along to their favorite song, and watching or listening to someone attempt to sing brings together a crowd like no other. Nothing attracts people towards a karaoke machine more than some drunk guy attempting to keep up with the words in “Baby Got Back.” Just make sure to keep the karaoke separate from the party music, as the clashing of sounds isn’t pretty (for example – put the speakers in the living room and the karaoke in the bedroom)
b. Card games – Having a deck of cards available opens up the field to such drinking games as King’s Cup, the Pyramid game, and Egyptian Rat Screw (which just gets funnier as more shots are taken).
c. Some board games, like Jenga – actually Jenga is really the only effective board game that works while drinking that I can think of. Drunken Scrabble was suggested once, but I still haven’t figured out how it would work.
d. To an extent, video games – Such party games as Rock Star or Guitar Hero may seem like a good bet for entertainment, but the problem here is that it limits the fun to only 4 people at a time. With karaoke, you can at least get the whole crowd in on singing. Wii Sports is also very entertaining to watch other people do for a while, but can end up being very dangerous (ever see a wii-mote fly into a mirror?) and also suffers the same fate of limiting the fun to 4 people.
3. Drinking games – Drinking games are fun and creative group activities that bring together your party. Good games get the whole party involved, and create spectators. As may be expected, the longer a drinking game lasts, the more inebriated the participants become, and the more comical the game gets to watch.
Though I personally dislike the game myself, beer pong is a highly popular game amongst college students. Having it at your party will definitely attract a large crowd, however having a large table with many red cups creates the problem of lack of space for the rest of the party, and the potential for messy floors due to spilled drinks.
Slap the bag is a fun and interesting way to watch people get drunk quickly, however chance of spillage is high. This involves the bag of wine that comes in the boxed wine. You pull the bag of wine out of the box, a person then slaps the bag, and subsequently has to put their mouth on the spout. They then begin chugging the bag of wine, all the while someone else is slapping the bag. Have contests to see who can take the bag slapping the longest.
As mentioned earlier, King’s Cup brings people together very effectively. Visit http://www.drinksite.com/game.php?game_id=35 to read up on the rules.
There are plenty more drinking games out there, and all have very high potential for entertainment. Just google “Drinking Games” to view the slew of games available.
4. Party favors/stuff to take pictures with – It is a given that at least 60% of college students own digital cameras, and that at least half of these people will be designated picture takers at parties. These designated picture takers will take every chance to, well, take pictures. The schema of most party pictures go in this sequence:
-People gather to take pour shots
-People get closer together, gather behind someone taking picture
-People raise their shot glasses to make sure glasses are visible in picture
-Picture is taken
Don’t tell me you haven’t seen this picture multiple, multiple times.
So how do we twist things up a bit? Provide some sort of party favor that would just be funny to take a picture with, resulting in EVERYBODY wanting to take a picture with this novelty. These items usually come in oversize form, though some don’t need to be big in order to be funny. Besides, more pictures equals happier guests equals more pictures on facebook equals people probably thought your party was pretty kick-ass.
Some examples include:
-oversized hats (or hats in general) 
- piñatas – large piñatas of alcohol bottles or cans get bonus points 
-a “lap dance” chair – as shown in this example (who knows, you may even get a few actual lap dances out of this too!)
-out of season decorations (pumpkins, Christmas trees, Menorahs) 
-whipped cream – be careful with this, it gets messy and not everyone enjoys the idea of getting sugary substance all over their clothes

Chapter 5 – Problems You Will Possibly Run Into
So the party’s started, your music is blaring, the alcohol is bought, your room has been rearranged, your guests are coming over and some of them even began singing karaoke. Success, right? Don’t worry, you’re almost there.
So there must be an agreement made between you and your roommates (or if you live alone, a friend) that someone should stay sober enough to maintain some sense of order throughout the party, not unlike a designated driver. This person’s responsibilities include answering the phone to open the gate downstairs for more incoming guests, dealing with the police or neighbors if in case they decide to pay a visit, or quieting down belligerent people when they begin to yell “fuck you all!” to everyone and start throwing bottles at the wall. That’s not to say this person can’t drink a little and have fun. It should be more along the lines of this person cannot get wasted and black out. When the party host is down for the count, all hell tends to break loose.
That said, you must also understand that as a host, you will run into a diverse crowd of guests. Think you know your friends and coworkers? Wait till you meet them drunk. There are different levels of belligerence and sometimes just plain douche-ness you will experience, and it’s your responsibility as a host to make sure these “problem” guests don’t cause too much trouble. Some personalities you will definitely see:
-The Now Social Butterfly – this is the guy or girl at the party who really doesn’t say much while sober, yet a few shots in s/he’ll just stop giving a damn and will be willing to meet everyone who comes in. Saying hi to everyone, and introducing him/herself (sometimes twice), he or she will have comments to say about everything that everyone says. And most of the time, these comments are funny and make him or her come off as this really great, charismatic guy or girl. You won’t run into too many problems with these types.
Pros: He or she will improve the mood of your party, perhaps sparking up conversation between people who aren’t having a good time
Con: May convert into the touchy-feely over time
-The Touchy-Feely – This guy, when drunk, suddenly thinks he’s the shit, and will hit on anything that moves. And by hit on, I actually mean touch on, so really it’s more like he has no shame when he’s next to a girl, and will put his arm around her while introducing himself. Problems involved with this guy is that the girls he does interact with at your party will begin feeling uncomfortable, and will begin to question your judgment on your invite list. Also comes in female form (though that’s more of a rarity).
Pros: Two touchy-feely’s find each other (male and female, female and female, male and male…we’re inclusive!), away goes the problem
Cons: Everything I mentioned above
-The Emo Drunk – will begin to be quite open about his or her problems after a little drinky drinky, and upon hearing his or her own problems, will let him/herself go and begin crying in self-pity. The only problem with this drunk is that the crying creates a damper that happens to be quite a buzz kill.
Pros: Your relationship with this person may grow deeper since they finally decided to confide in you
Cons: May cause everyone to start crying along with them
-Likes to shout – like the name implies, this person likes to talk – LOUDLY. And won’t even realize it. Multiple people are needed to keep this person down, since they don’t realize that your neighbors can hear their cursing.
Pros: Can’t seem to think of any at the moment
Cons: Someone’s gotta walk this person home. If you and some other person is conscripted to this task, you’ll and this other person will have a lot of good bonding time (a chance to meet new friends!)
Be wary if you have a balcony or rooftop accessibility in your apartment. Inebriated guests do some crazy shit.
People will piss off of your balcony or rooftop if given the chance. Other, more destructive guests will take what they can and throw it off your rooftop or balcony (beach chairs from the pools or houseplants).
Chapter 6 – Unfortunately, You Still Have to Clean Up Afterwards
Let’s hope you didn’t drink too much last night at your own party, so you won’t have to rely on the pictures alone to help you recall what happened.
With all these preparations you made for the party before, cleaning up is actually one of the easier tasks, with the straightforwardness of it all. There will be stickiness on the walls and the doors, cups will be everywhere, your trash cans will be overflowing, your bathroom will probably look nasty, and there’s the possibility you could contract an STD if you walk on your floor barefoot. However, cleaning up isn’t that bad as long as you’re not the only one doing it (hooray for roommates!)
There are some things you will need to do post-party. First of all, if your neighbors left you nasty messages on your voicemail telling you that they heard every footstep last night, you’d better apologize to them in the morning. For those who you recall were completely wasted the night before, give them a call to ask them how they’re feeling – it’s the courteous thing to do. Wash everything – towels, rugs, couch slip covers. If you have a carpet and your friend owns a steam-vac, call that friend up. Finally, thank your roommates extensively, and compensate them for anything that may have been stolen or broken. Offer to pay for that broken picture frame, and buy a new block of block of cheese for your roommate, since he was such a good sport about it being stolen.
And there you go! A successful party in which all your guests were entertained and accounted for. You know they had fun cause the pictures on facebook say so, as do the stories you heard to help you piece together everything that happened that night. Sure, it may have cost you a paycheck and a half to pay for everything, countless hours of deliberation and planning were put into it, and afterwards your place looks like a mess, but think about it. You had fun, right? Everybody gained memories to share years down the line, and most of all so did you (if you didn’t black out), and in the end, doesn’t that make it all worth it?

Copyright © Mark Solomon MMVIII

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-RI