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you ever see that clip from the office where michael scott uses some kind of pneumonic device to learn peoples’ names? well, here it is. it’s bad quality, but you’ll understand the gist.
man, michael scott cracks me up so much.
so in the last couple of months, i’ve met what seems like 1,000 people. that might be an exaggeration, maybe realistically more like 200-300. that’s not so much an exaggeration. i have 2 new jobs each with dozens of co-workers i’ve never met, i sang in the passion choir (a 200 member choir and i met maybe 50 of them), i’ve been teaching SAT prep courses at high schools with classes of 15-25 students each, i’m about to start with georgia tech’s asian christian fellowship where i will meet more students, i lead worship with very talented musicians that i’ve been meeting for the first time, and what’s more, my friends have been introducing me to their friends (either new or visiting from out-of-state).
i don’t say this to complain. i say this so that you’ll give me a break if i forget your name if i’ve met you before. although i feel like the demographics for my blog are more people that i know pretty well and haven’t forgotten the names of. sometimes i just make a up a name based on what i think your name should be. if you look like a chris, i’m going to probably call you chris even though your real name is matt (that’s if i forgot your name, i’m not going to intentionally call you chris when i know your name is matt). and can i just say one thing i’ve observed? white people, i’m talking to you. you all have so many “common” names, it’s really hard to get them all straight. i mean: matt, steve, chris, nathan, sean, shawn, brad, etc. at least with koreans, half of our population is david/john and the other half is daniel/james and they’re usually brothers. with women, same thing: grace or hannah/esther. you have a pretty good chance of saying the correct name if you just guess.
i say this to be facetious of course. i’d say i’m pretty good at learning names. it’s just lately it’s been name overload so it’s been taking me a while. so if you see me for the first (or second time) and i can’t get your name down, i will need some mercy. i get this conversation all the time:
me: hey, my name is enoch. i don’t think we’ve met
anonymous: oh, yeah. actually we’ve met before.
me: crap. what was your name again?
anonymous: it’s anonymous. we met at that obscure thing 4 years ago where there was a huge crowd of people and you looked at me for 1 second and i haven’t seen you since and i heard your name from someone. that’s where we met.
me: …i see
this only applies to 1st generation koreans. us 2nd generations guys crack up whenever anyone talks about biting into a pepper.
what a sick joke by whoever named the pepper in korea. a hilarious, sick joke.
you know that scene in the opening sequence of office space where the white software engineer is driving in his car in traffic with the windows down rapping along with a song? he’s at a stop while a black dude walks by his car and he slyly turns down the volume to his previously cranked up song and locks the door until the guy passes his car and then he turns the music back up. i know people can relate to this.
what i’ve realized though, is that different environments make me feel embarrassed of different types of music. for instance:
i’ve realized that in a more black area, i feel embarrassed when i’m blasting hip hop, rap, or r&b.
in a more white, suburban area, i feel embarrassed when i’m blasting country (yeah, i just downloaded the new lady antebellum album).
i feel most comfortable and at ease when i’m blasting acoustic stuff (john mayer, matt wertz, jason mraz, j. mclaughlin, etc.).
it’s such a weird phenomenon. i wonder if it’s because i know more about the acoustic artists and can identify with them more than hip hop or country artists. or maybe i’m just ashamed of listening to music that i don’t fit the stereotype for. for example it’d be like a grown man who likes to listen to taylor swift or miley cyrus. imagine riding in a car with this man, a miley cyrus song comes on and he quickly presses next on his ipod.
you feel me? i mean, i listen to just about everything and feel comfortable admitting that. maybe it’s because when that one song comes up that i don’t want to “define” who i listen to, i don’t want people who may hear it on the outside of the car to think that that’s what i listen to.
what do you think?
…ninja and ninjer.
ahahaha!! i know this is old news, but that last scene cracks me up everytime.
so i had this moment that reminded me of that last scene. my girlfriend and i were eating dinner at this indian/pakistani place. i ordered a bunch of food and rice of course and waited to receive said deliciousness. the server comes and brings our food and says,
“ooh, i just realized…”
me: (thinking he forgot one of our dishes)
server: …you ordered plain rice.
server: but you didn’t order any curry.
me: (confused) yeah. i’m sorry, was i supposed to?
server: no no, i was just wondering what you were going to eat the rice with.
me: don’t worry, we’re asian. we always find something to eat it with.
server: me too.
what was funny was that my girlfriend and i ordered a couple chicken dishes. i realized that for us koreans (and most east asians), all we need is rice and some kind of meat or side dish and we’re set. for my indian friend, rice goes with curry. i think our chicken dishes were supposed to be eaten with naan (a flat bread-y type dish). for him, something was missing in our meal. for us, we had everything we needed. i thought: meat – check, rice – check. alright, good to go. for him he though: meat – check, naan – check, rice – check, curry – OH NO!!!! abort dinner!! abort dinner!!! they MUST be warned!!
to conclude the story, we destroyed our basmati rice using only our chicken. go ninjas!!