Three songs you're probably not listening to

Don’t Stop the Music – this Rihanna cover is sung by Jamie Cullum in more of a jazz style. If you’ve never heard any of Jamie’s (yeah we’re on a first name basis) stuff, you should check out his music. It’s a lot of jazzy stuff with some good standards in there and a few covers of pop songs.



Wrapped Around Your Finger – Beth Rowley is gonna make it big eventually. I can feel it in my bones. She has a raspy, sultry indie voice but isn’t Norah Jones boring. This song was featured in the movie An Education (you gotta see this movie). Feel free to fall in love with it.



The Champ – Ghost Face Killah brings the noise (I almost have enough street cred to pull off saying that). I put this song on my gym, running, and baking mix almost immediately. It’s like Eye of the Tiger meets every Kanye West song. Horns, dope beats, and a guy rapping about how he is better than everyone else.



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LOL

I’m very much a culprit of writing how I speak and think. From brain to fingers. It’s probably the most honest way of writing. I do tell one lie though. A hefty lie. We all do it. I do it. You do it. Dogs do it. I would say that one out of six times I write “haha” I’m not actually laughing. Please don’t be offended if I talk to you via GChat or e-mail. It’s not that I don’t think you’re funny or that your stories about your workday aren’t funny; it’s just that I’m not gonna laugh out loud. I know I sound like a douche but c’mon, we all do it. I know MY jokes aren’t that funny and you’ll probably comment on this post with “haha.”

This is my work face.

If I give you a “haha” I’m probably making this face.

There are variations on laughter from person to person. I’m consistent with my double ha. No more, no less. If it’s a little funnier than normal, you’ll get a third ha, at which point you can smile contently. If it’s a genuine hearty laugh I’ll give you a “ash;dgalbiaheowghag” or as my friend calls it, “sassgalash.” Some people give you “lol,” which is always nice, or a hehe, which sounds cute. I like my haha, though. It’s concise and to the point. “Hey, what you typed is humorous to me.”

Along the same vein, there are a lot of overtypers. These people go above and beyond what they were trying to say.

Me: hey man

Chuck: hey dood

Me: how was the concert?

Chuck: !!!

Me: what does that even mean?

Chuck: it was great!!!!!!!!! Why didn’t you come!?!?

Me: I was at home thinking of a way to kill you

Chuck: ….

Me: haha :P

Nothing grinds my gears in typing more than poor spelling or typing like a 14-year-old. WhY aRe YoU tYpInG lEiK tHiS???!!!

Also, the word definitely will never have an A in it. Never. The last time I misspelled that word I was:

learning English

wearing Starter jackets

learning to use chopsticks

Here, this will help:

http://www.d-e-f-i-n-i-t-e-l-y.com/

http://theoatmeal.com/comics/misspelling

http://rediculous.co.uk/

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A week in my life

Welcome to DC. Let’s take a tour (with the help of my iPhone camera) of what an average week is like in my shoes.

Yoga

Working at my company has a lot of perks. We’re actually pretty spoiled. Recently we started a new wellness initiative – yoga. Every Wednesday a few of us (the few brave enough) change into our workout clothing, grab our yoga mats (or towels), and post up in a conference room. The room itself is dimly lit and the shades are drawn. It’s just enough darkness to get you to relax but just enough light to see your coworker’s asses.

For the next hour you immerse yourself in serenity and trying to not make an ass of yourself. I’ll give some of my…larger…coworkers credit, though. They really throw themselves out there trying to get their fitness on. I will say this: yoga with coworkers is like pooping in the stall next to a coworker. No one you conduct business with on a day-to-day basis wants to hear/see you try that hard.

Farting at a red light

The other day I’m on the way to work and I have my headphones in and the jams are pumping. Listening to music on the way to work is awesome because it’s like your own little soundtrack. My soundtrack that morning happened to include a LOT of *NSYNC.

I was about three blocks from work and I stop at the crosswalk in Logan Circle. Without any hesitation I let one rip. This fart made my slacks blow in the wind. I had my headphones in so I couldn’t hear it, but I bet the girl standing next to me did. Just me and her standing at the intersection of Turtle Head Road and Flatulence Street.

The next 14 seconds were a battle of who would laugh or would we pretend like it never happened. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye and she did the same to me. The light changed and we went on our merry way. I made sure to walk a few steps behind her.

Street clothing

I have a theory about the city of DC: if you walk through the city for one full day, you will find enough clothing on the street to assemble at least 8 outfits.

First class plumbing

Brought to you by Pepsi?

This guy:

Makes me want this:

New DC metro will melt pizzas! DELICIOUSLY DANGEROUS!

This is Cat

crank up your volume to get the full effect

I moved into a house in Shaw last October and thus far, I’m loving it. The people are cool and the location is fannnntastic. I think the best part of the house is Cat. She is what her namesake states…a cat. Probably the greatest cat there has ever been. She’s super affectionate, loving, and quirky. When my roommate rescued her she was super malnourished and had a bevy of health problems. While she is significantly healthier now, she still sounds like an 80 year old smoker. I captured this video of bath time to explain what I mean.

Thanks for reading. Peace.