starbucks wisdom

Saw this on the back of a co-worker's Starbucks this morning and I thought it was a gem:

"The irony of commitment is that it's deeply liberating -- in work, in play, in love."--The Way I See It, #76

strictly an observer

Today is Martin Luther King Jr's birthday. May he rest in peace.

As someone who stood up openly for the rights of others, his legacy makes me think about my own way of dealing with injustices, from the big ones that shape people's entire lives to the little ones that make or break their day. When it comes to conflict, I tend to be an observer. When the stakes aren't high - and let's face it, in my fairly mundane life, they usually aren't - being an observer is way more fun. It's a lot easier to make snarky comments, egg on both sides, and note lapses in logic and consistency when you're an outsider. You're everyone's confidante and no one's enemy. You don't have to worry about it. It's a pretty good life.

Most of the time. As Penny Lane said in Almost Famous, "...never take it seriously. If you never take it seriously, you'll never get hurt. If you never get hurt, you'll always have fun." But on days like today, when we honor MLK and other symbols of today's safer, more equitable (though far from perfect) world, I wonder if forgetting the fun and letting yourself get hurt once in a while can be a good thing. I should give it a try.

oh so exotic

Last night, I was chatting with a friend about music, and he mentioned how he thought M.I.A. and the lead singer from CSS ("Music is My Hot Hot Sex" from that 2007 iPod commercial) were similar. I asked how - I love M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes" but that iPod commercial usually prompted me to either hit the mute button or brush my teeth, depending on the time of day - and he said they were both exotic female singers. A quick Wikipedia check showed me that one was Indian and the other was half-Japanese.

Being a second-generation Indian born and raised in Northern California, neither sounded all that exotic to me. But it happens all the time. I can't tell you the number of times I've been at a bar and some guy has excitedly said to me, "Are you Indian? I studied there for a year," or "I have an Indian friend," or something along those lines. And I never know how to react. I mean, really? Am I supposed to be impressed by that? Does it make it more likely that you'll make friends with another one, such as me? (Is friendship what you're really looking for, anyway?) Now if you said you had a movie star friend, you might have my attention. Don't get me wrong, I've read the Game, I know you're trying to make a connection, and I appreciate that. But a simple "hi" will do. This sort of thing is actually a turnoff.

It happens in other situations as well. Several years ago, I went to a picnic with my mom and little sister. We didn't really know anyone, and being at that funny early teenage age where we were too old to run around with the kids, my sister and I got roped into awkward small talk with a (well-intentioned, I'm sure) lady there. It ended up being half an hour of awed questions about our ethnicity peppered with random facts from her old history books. Like the bar guys, I'm sure she meant well and was just trying to be friendly, but there was plenty more to talk about. My sister and I are not boring people, and whatever happened to the old standby, "So what grade are you in?", anyway?

And it can have stronger consequences than annoying a potential new acquaintance. A friend of mine was dumped a few months back by a guy for whom, she was convinced, she was "his wild Asian oat." That theory hadn't occurred to me - I was more inclined to simply call him an all-around jerk, out of loyalty - but it made me wonder. If it was true, how far can the novelty of being exotic go? How far should it go? What happens when it wears off?

And what are the morals of this sort of novelty, anyway? I have to admit that I consciously seek out friends who are different from me; the novelty of their experiences, personality, and hobbies makes them interesting. Is my choosing them for those criteria any different than their choosing me for my ethnicity? In short, are there more and less appropriate reasons for choosing a friend, or do the ends justify the means?

Overheard at Work #2

"I had a long island iced tea...they put so much alcohol in that! It's probably just a little bit of iced tea and the rest is alcohol! But anyway, I had a ball, I had a ball..."

I don't think it needs any context :)

Overheard at Work #1

With all the new technology that's become indispensable in the last few years, is it ironic that over mobile internet and GPS, the item I really wish I had with me all the time is a simple tape recorder? Probably. But, strange as it may be, I would love the ability to capture snippets of life and the conversations around me and save them somehow, before they give way to more mundane daily tasks and are forgotten. Sometimes they're interesting insights, sometimes they're issues or ideas I want to look into more, and sometimes they're just plain funny.

But barring a trek out to the nearest electronics store to track down a tape recorder (do they even make them anymore?), the next best solution may be to record them here. So, here goes:

Overheard at Work #1: "So does the rest of Massachusetts not have an accent then?"

I definitely giggled.

Hello!

You know, this isn't the first time I've started a blog. My old one, created in 2005 at the insistence of my then-roommates, lasted all of three entries. They told me it was a good way to keep in touch with people. Because of course you need a blog to keep in touch with the girls you share a room with, right?

This one was also suggested by a friend. I'm hoping the second time's the charm and this lasts a little longer than three entries. It definitely took a lot more effort to get started. Like picking a title, for example. Whose idea was it to pick a title for your blog before you even write the first entry? Google's normally pretty intuitive but this...it's like titling a book before you even know what it's about. At age 22, I'm not even sure if I know what I'm about yet. And with my unusually unwieldy name - the spellcheck thinks my first name is a mistyped "nailing", and my last name always gets the confused "no spelling suggestions" - I couldn't just take the easy way out and use my name.

That name of mine. It always makes things tricky. So I did what many of you seem to do when you come across it: call me Nal. I toyed with the idea of adding an adjective in there for all of two seconds, until I realized that would require choosing an adjective. So much for that idea. I'm the sort of person who answers a request to describe myself in three words with the phrase "can't be done."

(Or rather, I'm the sort of person who would answer it that way. I've never actually been asked that question, and I'm curious how an interviewer would respond to my answer. Thoughts?)

At any rate, hello and welcome. I think for now, I'll forego a more detailed introduction of me and my interests, and let my future posts speak for themselves. Sweet dreams.