Manual transmission I learned to drive stick this weekend - quite the challenge! The motivation? We decided to rent a car while in Belize, but all they offer are manual transmissions, and of course both of us are automatic kiddies, so something had to be done. Saturday afternoon I had my friend take me to this (dodgy) spot that rented manuals. For the next 24 hours submersed myself into the mind of a stick shift driver.It wasn't the pretties sight in the world, but after about a million stalls, some weird screaming noises from the car, and a lot of pissed off drivers, I think I've got the hang of it. (The worst was when I was on one of Pasadena's busiest roads and missed about 10 lights before I made it through the intersection - talk about embarrassed!) So yea, while I'm no Michael Schumacher, I can get the car from point A to point B… most of the time anyway. The real challenge is going to be remembering today's many lessons when it's time to pick the car up next Monday.
Donations, donations I added some links to public services that need your donation dollars (over in the left-hand column). These are just a few places I think are worthy of your money.I noticed lately that a lot of my friends don't make any donations to anything! That's not cool. If you're reading this blog that means you've got the Internet; and if you've got the Internet that means you ain't starvin'; and if you ain't starvin' you've got a few bucks to give to a worthy cause. So go ahead, "shoot the lock off that wallet," and click on one of the links.
Yea, Missy's bout it My sister Missy was on her spring break this week and came to visit me - suffice it to say we had good time :) One afternoon we were walking through Old Town and went into one its many woman's clothing stores. Missy was looking through a rack and came across this red dress. "Hey," she said, "I have this dress. It's the one I wore when I played at Carnegie Hall!"
SoCal elections We had the Los Angeles Mayoral elections today. Unfortunately, however, I didn't get to participate since I'm not a citizen of the city of LA (just the county). Here in Pasadena, however, we had some elections of our own: for the public school board. This was arguably just as important an election as the one our friends in the city took part in, as the Pasadena Unified Public School District is shit, being badly in need of change. Hopefully today marks a new beginning.Local elections like this are also cool cause my vote actually counts. Rather than being one of millions, I'm one of a few. Which I think is even fewer than "a few" considering not many people vote in local stuff. When I went to the polling station today I wasn't quite sure whether or not I had the right place because no one was there! (Except the volunteer staff of course.) On top of that, to signify that you voted, you had to sign your name in this book. As the lady looked through the book to find me, I didn't see any other people signed in! I honestly get the feeling that maybe two dozen other people voted today (at my polling station). Thus, I'm pretty confident I had a helluv'an impact :)
"Dey spinnin' nigga, dey spinnin'" I've seen a lot of cars, but what I saw last night out in Hollywood will not soon be forgotten: an Escalade with Lamborghini doors, just like 50 said. It's one thing to toss some big rims on a whip, maybe even some spinners; or throw in a few LCD's and a playstation, but Lamborghini doors&hellip Lamborghini doors?!?! That shit definately ain't factory.So yea, if the guy who had the white Escalade outside of White Lotus last night with the Lamborghini doors is reading this: "touché my friend, touché."
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