"They gather five days a week at a mall called the Hub, sitting on concrete planters and sipping thermoses of chai. These elderly immigrants from India are members of an all-male group called The 100 Years Living Club. They talk about crime in nearby Oakland, the cheapest flights to Delhi and how to deal with recalcitrant daughters-in-law.
Together, they fend off the well of loneliness and isolation that so often accompany the move to this country late in life from distant places, some culturally light years away.
“If I don’t come here, I have sealed lips, nobody to talk to,” said Devendra Singh, a 79-year-old widower.”
med school is hard this year. procrastination is much more deadly than last year. but on a positive note, good times are easily had- a lazy saturday in someone’s back yard, playing video games that a year ago i would have never touched in a million years, making gigantic omelettes and watching t.v. online, going out for a quick meal… in other words, things i would have previously found mundane. my mother always says i can find fun in almost any situation or place, and she’s right. translation: i am easy to please.
“Fat fetishists who are attracted to fat men may be aroused by a fat man’s breasts, which are sometimes called “man boobs or moobs” (a condition referred to in the medical literature as pseudogynecomastia).”—wiki article on fat fetishism. shit, that wiki article is a treasure trove. i didn’t know “moobs” was an accepted term now…
Stuffing refers to the practice of simply feeding oneself or another person until the belly is bloated or distended. The act of stuffing the belly can be quite sexually stimulating to the subject. When the stomach swells in size it presses down on the sexual organs and in some people, this can produce an arousing stimulus.
Producing a full belly can make an otherwise flat bellied person look pregnant. This can be stimulating for persons sexually aroused by the appearance of pregnancy (maiesiophilia).”
good thing i am doing my medical schoolwork… oh wait.
to be fair, i found this while googling “BBW.” i always thought it referred to “big black woman,” but it’s actually “big beautiful woman.” incidentally, i only googled this because somebody on my facebook feed said they were at BWW. ah, inquisitive minds lay the worst traps…
i am back at med school. about to start second year on monday. i’m really nervy about it, especially since i am a lazy bum and spent all summer enjoying myself. in fact i enjoyed myself so hard i am a million times exhausted. also lately i’m obsessed with lil wayne, and can’t decide if this is a decline or secretly killa.
what, i don’t understand the real world. why does this one gay guy just agree with all the bullshit people are saying under the guise of being “a good listener” ? also i realized in kenya the channels everyone’s watching are e! and shit like that. good thing the kardashians are our national ambassadors. whaatdttshdg
“she’s just a stupid girl who gets away with giving everyone attitude and nothing ever happens to her. so.. i’m going to spit on her tacos.”—joey on the real world: cancun. mtv reality always succeeds in making my skin crawl.
“Utter bastardization of one of the finest cuisines in the world. What the fuck is a chalupa?”—on Taco Bell. Joey Campanaro, The Little Owl, New York City in Esquire’s Chef Survey, “The Worst Fast Food in America”
back from africa. exhausted, been in airports for 40 hours, i never sleep on planes, my luggage is still in brussels, bummed about leaving, everything was comfortable there, leaving for chicago in 2 hours, all my friends are at lollapalooza, so i will see them there, have been tired for weeks and wondering about my decisions but hey, live while you can, right? right????
i love visiting corine. i love living with her family, sitting on their couch and watching tele, making food, grocery shopping, shit is wholesome and i love it. i am having a good time. i’m back at the radio station, corine is playing music upstairs, things are pretty bomb.
i’m in nairobi with my girl corine. remember how i said i was missing music? i don’t anymore, cos she works at a radio station. imagine how surreal it is to blast clipse and weezy f in the middle of the industrial district in nairobi, sitting in a studio wondering how you got here when just yesterday morning you were busting out of uganda. you tell me.