February always seems to go by quicker than most months, no doubt due to the fact that there are only 28 days. As such, I actually forgot that yesterday was the last day in February, which means that with yesterday's post, I have successfully completed 1/6th of my goal to post an entry for everyday of the year.
This has definitely been no easy task, as everyday it seems like it gets more difficult to find something interesting to post. Not to mention my days are so busy sometimes that I don't really have the time to sit on my computer and type. Oh well, I made this goal and I have to stick with it for as long as I can.
Two months down, just ten more to go...
Days Completed: 59
Days to Go: 306
3.01.2010
2.28.2010
The Road to Sochi
Well, the 2010 Winter Olympics are over, and they did not disappoint. Although these Olympic games started off with tragic death of an Olympian, they were also filled with their share of triumphs, upsets, heartaches, and uplifting stories; everything that makes the Olympics great. So now, as I prepare to watch the Closing Ceremony, I look forward to the next Olympiad in 2014, when the Winter Olympics make their way to Sochi, Russia, in 2014.
Luckily, I don't have to wait quite that long as we also have the next Summer Olympics: London 2012.
Luckily, I don't have to wait quite that long as we also have the next Summer Olympics: London 2012.
2.27.2010
A Letter to Lady Gaga
Dear Lady Gaga,Please stop. You've taken it too far. I can understand your desire, and perhaps even need, to be a fashion trendsetter, but the keyword in that phrase is fashion; something which are you straying away from. When you first came onto the scene, you were definitely different, but still fashionable. Now, at the very least you are confusing, and at worst plain ridiculous.
Somewhere along the way, you've forgotten that true fashion is born out of necessity. Whether that need be social, political, economical or other, fashion changes because it needs to; not simply because someone decides it's Halloween all year long. In the 40s, fashion changed because we needed to adapt to WWII. In the 50s, fashion changed because women needed to feel feminine again now that the war was over and the men were back home. In the 60s, fashion changed because people felt the need to fight back and express themselves against the social and political unrest of the times.
And that's the way it's been ever since. There is no need for what you're doing. Do red veils at award ceremonies serve any purpose? How about aluminum foil superhero masks? Or what about giant antlers? That answer to those would be no.
Fashions have evolved because the world has evolved. Lady Gaga, you might be a mutation, but not one that will aid in the evolution of society. Hopefully natural selection will prevail and have another pop star, with true fashion sensibilities, aide evolution, while you go extinct.
Respectfully,
Jason Rico
Jason Rico
2.26.2010
Happy Birthday Little Sis!
19 years ago today, my reign as an only child ended when a baby girl was born into the family. From the first moment I saw her, I loved her with all my heart, and although she's a pain in my ass most of the time, my love for her hasn't changed.
I don't care how old you get, you'll always be my baby sis. Happy Birthday, J.
I don't care how old you get, you'll always be my baby sis. Happy Birthday, J.
2.25.2010
Our Late Night Hunt for Food
Tonight's plan started off easy enough: my friend mentioned he was hungry; I agreed; he mentioned there was a Vietnamese place open late; and with that, we were off on our quest for pho. However, the night had other plans for us.
As we drove to the pho that awaited us, it occurred to us that although this restaurant might be open late, it was already 2 AM, and we doubted it would be open that late. Sure enough, the place closes at midnight, so we were out of luck. Lucky, we remember a Mexican taqueria that a friend introduced us to just the week before that is open 24 hours. Unfortunately, we couldn't remember exactly where it was, so we circled around a few block until we found it.
Soon enough, we were at our destination. We took our spots at the end of the considerable line - perhaps we were not the only ones that had been denied pho? - and focused on the cold night as we slowly made our way to the front. Once we place our orders, we proceeded to wait for what seemed like an hour for our order to arrive; a wait which was only exacerbated by the aforementioned cold night.
However, once our food did arrive, it certainly satisfied. Was it the food itself, or the fact that our long wait only increased our hungry? The world may never know, but who cares. The important thing is that the food hit the spot. We devoured our food and were soon on our way home.
Looking to make even the trip home something special was Mother Nature, who decided to lay down a thick blanket of fog as we were on the freeway. It wasn't too bad at first, but after a few minutes it thickened to the point where we could barely see the car in front of us... which happened to be a police cruiser. We slowed down and made sure we stayed behind him, as to not provoke his wrath, when the cruiser started performing an odd lights show. He didn't flash his red & blues, but instead flashed white light, as if he was trying to signal a car in front of him (when there was none), and flashed a roof-mounted light on the right side, as if he was signaling that was merging in front of us (which he didn't). My friend and I had no idea what he was doing, so we continued like normal, turning onto our exit, along with the officer. Suddenly, we saw a car stopped in the middle of the off-ramp with its hazard lights on. We slowed to a stop, and let the police on our left go investigate.
This is where my internal alarm went off. Why was this car stopped diagonally across the middle of two lanes? Why did the air smell like burnt rubber? We were less than a car length's away from the stopped vehicle, which we could still barely see because of the thick fog, so if anything were to go down, we would be right in the middle of it. Luckily, once the officer got out and checked, he signaled for us to drive around, and effectively ended the last of the night's excitement.
All that simply because we were hungry. Next time, I'm making a sandwich. Unless, of course, a friend says they know a great place that's open late...
As we drove to the pho that awaited us, it occurred to us that although this restaurant might be open late, it was already 2 AM, and we doubted it would be open that late. Sure enough, the place closes at midnight, so we were out of luck. Lucky, we remember a Mexican taqueria that a friend introduced us to just the week before that is open 24 hours. Unfortunately, we couldn't remember exactly where it was, so we circled around a few block until we found it.
Soon enough, we were at our destination. We took our spots at the end of the considerable line - perhaps we were not the only ones that had been denied pho? - and focused on the cold night as we slowly made our way to the front. Once we place our orders, we proceeded to wait for what seemed like an hour for our order to arrive; a wait which was only exacerbated by the aforementioned cold night.
However, once our food did arrive, it certainly satisfied. Was it the food itself, or the fact that our long wait only increased our hungry? The world may never know, but who cares. The important thing is that the food hit the spot. We devoured our food and were soon on our way home.
Looking to make even the trip home something special was Mother Nature, who decided to lay down a thick blanket of fog as we were on the freeway. It wasn't too bad at first, but after a few minutes it thickened to the point where we could barely see the car in front of us... which happened to be a police cruiser. We slowed down and made sure we stayed behind him, as to not provoke his wrath, when the cruiser started performing an odd lights show. He didn't flash his red & blues, but instead flashed white light, as if he was trying to signal a car in front of him (when there was none), and flashed a roof-mounted light on the right side, as if he was signaling that was merging in front of us (which he didn't). My friend and I had no idea what he was doing, so we continued like normal, turning onto our exit, along with the officer. Suddenly, we saw a car stopped in the middle of the off-ramp with its hazard lights on. We slowed to a stop, and let the police on our left go investigate.
This is where my internal alarm went off. Why was this car stopped diagonally across the middle of two lanes? Why did the air smell like burnt rubber? We were less than a car length's away from the stopped vehicle, which we could still barely see because of the thick fog, so if anything were to go down, we would be right in the middle of it. Luckily, once the officer got out and checked, he signaled for us to drive around, and effectively ended the last of the night's excitement.
All that simply because we were hungry. Next time, I'm making a sandwich. Unless, of course, a friend says they know a great place that's open late...
2.24.2010
2.23.2010
Soccer Propaganda
If you're reading this, and in the area, you better come out and play.
Sunday, February 28, 1 PM
2800 Grasslands Dr.
Sacramento, CA 95833
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