Tuesday, May 30, 2006

What’s up the sudden *star* tattoos? I’ve been drawing them on my hands and wrists ever since the day I found myself bored in a Political Science lecture, black pen in my hand. I have this slight obsession with anything related to stars – five-pointed, nine-pointed, a brilliant star, the north star, a lodestar, shooting stars, falling stars, shining stars, superstars, starlets. Apparently, so do these ladies.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

After a fob (and fun) filled LA night, Ms. Leila Seradj (aka my muse and number one blog reader) was inspired enough to write a Carrie-esque commentary. For your reading enjoyment:

A Night Out With: Everyone’s Favorite Precious Metal
Urban Sprawl with Small-Town Charm By: Leila Seradj

Los Angeles has often been dismissed as one huge suburb: Hardly a city, but a zoo of lots (parking and movie). True, you have your West side (oversized cars and sunglasses, undersized women and dogs), and your South side (underfunded schools and public services, overinflated crime rates and bad raps). Your Valley (San Fernando), and your Hills (Hollywood). But when most try to sum up Los Angeles, many smirk and refer to it as the “parking lot”: Thousands of Angelenos stuck in traffic, void of human contact save through their cell phone. A modern-day city for a modern-day society, bereft of a sense of community but well aware of a driver’s right to give the finger.
My four years living in L.A. led me to derogatorily ascribe to this belief. But a night out with Tala, perhaps the city’s number-one cheerleader, made me think that maybe I’d been too quick to judge. At the end of the night, dozing off to KISS-FM as we sped through the 101, I thought: Was L.A. the city of the 21st century-- urban sprawl with small-town charm?

Friday, May 19, 2006

The comedian writers at VH1’s Best Week Ever are totally underappreciated. This is the funniest comparison, featuring L. Lo as Biggie, Paris as Pac and MK as S N double O P: A History of Violence. The only observation lacking is the hollywood peace sign response to paparazzi in juxtaposition to the gangbanger middle finger response to anyone.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Courtesy of Ms. Nazanin Ho, I heard two great stories which illustrate two reasons why I heart LA [1. nature meets city = quintessential California lifestyle and 2. Tehrangeles]:

1. Nader, Nazanin’s brother, wakes up to a deer in his face! The deer was in their backyard and had come through an open door and into the house. It walked (do deers walk? - or do they trot?) into Nader’s room, waking him up. Nader screams out to Nazanin to help him. The deer apparently gets scared and starts running around their house and so they had to call the police. After the sheriff finally realized that this was not a prank call, he came over and all three of them had to maneuver the furniture to try to get the deer out. Poor Bambi finally left, after banging her face all over the walls and mirrors!

2. In one of Nazanin and Samar’s WAC classes they had been assigned a group project. Of course, a group of Persian guys didn’t do the project until 10 minutes before class started. They came into class and bs-ed about a new organization they wanted to begin which would collect clothes for people to wear at job interviews. A sefeed girl in the class, who had apparently spent much more time on her project, continued to ask a barrage of questions, regarding funding for the project, organization details, etc. One of the presenters simply said, “We are running out of time, if you want to know more about our group, just visit our website.” And on the board he wrote khafesho.com LOL!

Friday, May 12, 2006

I know this is old, aka December 05, but puuuhlease, no one can get sick of Mr. Edward Petrossi: Tanks to Technology

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Yesterday I received the most self-validating comments in terms of my driving skills. As I was driving a van full of attorneys back to their hotel, one of the them asked me the usual barrage of questions: where are you from, where did you go to undergraduate, why did you come to law school, what type of law do you want to practice. I gave my answers and continued to have a conversation with one of the attorneys who had participated in democracy building and re-writing the Constitution in Yugoslavia years ago. When we reached the hotel one of the attorneys pulled me aside. She proceeded to tell me that I was her favorite driver. “You drive fast and assertively, but still cautiously. And when you said you were from Los Angeles, I knew that was why you are such a good driver.” I just stood there, thanked her, and quietly reveled in the fact that indeed, I was a good driver :)

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Don’t be Laker Hatin’. So what if they didn’t win Game 7 last night?! They are still the best team and will ALWAYS be the best. I’ve been loving the LA Lakers ever since the Inglewood Forum days, where I went to the private dining room and marveled at Paula Abdul’s Laker girl uniform on display. And just a random google image search picked up other socialites also loving the Lakers:

... and, of course, JACK!
I’ll be hearting the purple & gold forever. XOXO

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Yes, gonna jump on the bandwagon, be goleh amrekaya. Is this what the future is – every child born with a cell phone, myspace and blog? Well, this blog is not going to be anything special, maybe a few pictures, some thoughts, confessions of a twenty-something drama queen, etc. I’m not even sure who my target audience will be. Whoever you are, don’t have high expectations. I might be an overachiever, but I’m not too computer savvy. Although I do know how to post pictures thanks to myspace/photobucket! XOXO