Posts from — May 2007

I was in Borders during my break (shocker right?) when the new Fortune magazine caught my eye. It was about Generation Y-ers in Corporate America and how companies have no choice but to accomadate them.

Found the article on the ‘net:

Attracting the twentysomething worker - The baby-boomers’ kids are arching into the workplace, and look out: This crop of twentysomethings really is different.

The article offers up a Disclaimer that I wasn’t sure to be amused with or to feel a bit insulted: “This collective portrait does not represent all Gen Yers, some of whom are complicated enough to choose the road less selfish - getting married, starting nonprofits - and some of whom can’t afford to be this entitled. While parents were consulted, they spoke strictly on background, in the interest of their mental health.”

In the magazine, they showed a picture of one guy and a list of how to “Spot the Gen Y” (this is also in the link) I was reading it and got to “Hipster Clothes - Jeans, sneakers, hoodie - and a jacket? Behold, the new corporate uniform.”

I looked down at what I had on - Jeans, sneakers, and a hoodie. And a hijab of course.

Another choice quote from the article: “When it comes to Gen Y’s intangible characteristics, the lexicon is less than flattering. Try “needy,” “entitled.” Despite a consensus that they’re not slackers, there is a suspicion that they’ve avoided that moniker only by creating enough commotion to distract from the fact that they’re really not that into ‘work.’”

I think the writer is trying to be funny.

As sort of a followup to my last post. . .

This morning on my way to work, I found out my stereo doesn’t work. My 45 minute commute to work was filled with silence and I was left alone with my thoughts.

Scary.

Yesterday, I was driving out of Emeryville when I saw a sign that I thought was picture worthy. I was at a red light so I got my camera out of my bag and turned it on. What I thought was the last picture filled up the screen. “Cool pic,” I thought to myself. “When did I take that?” Of course, I was alone in my car so I don’t remember if these thoughts were just in my head or if I actually spoke them out loud.

I switched the mode of my camera to take the picture, but the image on the screen never changed. It was then I realized that the cool glow with psychedelic colors and a web-like formation in the middle wasn’t a picture. My camera was broken.

I stared at it a moment and ran my finger across the viewing screen. It was smooth. The web I was looking at was actually a crack that was inside of the outer screen. The light turned green and I had to continue on, still not quite comprehending that the camera I bought just last year was broken.

I found my extended warranty when I got home and then went to Best Buy. Unfortunately, the damage to my camera is usually equated to dropping it, so the warranty didn’t cover it.

So I raise this issue: What’s the point of electronics? I mean, I’m really into them but what’s the point of having the latest and greatest if it’ll break at an inopportune moment?

It seems like I’m always spending money on re-buying things. After the unfortunate accident I had with my Razr, I paid full price for a new phone, the Krazr. However, this new phone is now a bit wonky because I sort of dropped it in my room. On carpet. I figured this would be a good excuse to get the iPhone when it comes out in June, but now I’m rethinking it. Because, really, what’s the point?

I’m getting myself a new camera because I take pictures all the time, but I may have to rethink my stance on electronics. Maybe I shouldn’t get things right when they come out.

Or. . .

Maybe the problem is me. Maybe I don’t appreciate my stuff, with thoughts of how it is no longer is the latest and greatest. Maybe that’s why it’s just taken away.

I need to appreciate what I have when I have it and be grateful that I can afford to ‘re-buy’ my toys. Because, realistically, I can’t do this all the time.

Calvin and Hobbes is one of my favorite comics of all time. That says a lot because, until recently, I read the funny pages everyday. Now, without even Boondocks appearing everyday, it’s not even worth going through the newspaper to get to the comics. There’s no point, y’know? And this way, I don’t accidentally read Family Circus.

I came upon Robot Chicken’s take on Calvin and Hobbes the other day on Youtube. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I mean, Calvin and Hobbes means a lot to me. On bad days, I would always pick up one of my C&H compilations to cheer me up. I always wanted a friend like Hobbes. He was always so cool and a tiger. You can’t fail with tigers. And then I saw this:

I thought it was funny. Others found it traumatizing, and found their childhood ruined. Ruined.

(This won’t make any sense to you if you don’t know what Calvin and Hobbes is)

Most people know that I am unhealthily obsessed with the TV show, Veronica Mars. I look forward to each and every new episode and, a few times the episodes have been pretty intense and I even have a hard time falling asleep after watching it. I know, crazy right?

The episode that came on last night was the first new one in about 2 months. A couple of weeks ago, they started airing commercials for it and apparently it revolved around prejudice with Arabs. O-kay. . .

But I thought, it can’t be bad. I mean, it’s freakin Veronica Mars.

And then I watched it. Man oh man.

It was LAME.

So Veronica takes the case of a Middle Eastern Restuarant that gets vandalized by someone spray painting Terrorist on their restaurant.

You know what Veronica says?

“Guess it’s a bad time to be Arab in America.”

Yeah. It’s 2007. It’s been a bad time to be Arab in America FOR A LONG TIME NOW.

Didn’t 7th Heaven already do an episode of helping out the Muslims? God Bless You Camdens!

And what of Crash? This was a rehash of one of the movie’s many intertwining storylines.

This episode was so cliched and bad. It hurt me. The only good part was Mac.