This week in review.

When old people do cute things:
This past weekend when I went to the BCAM museum, my sister and I were walking down the stairs, and a cool, strong breeze blew into the stairwell. The old man in front of us extended his arms out like wings, closed his eyes as the wind blew through his hair.

Racist when they don't even realize it:
I was at whole foods today buying my lunch, and making my rounds to the pita chip aisle, when a women who sounded eastern european stopped me in my tracks and blurted out, "SUSHI?!" My initial reaction was that I wanted to punch her in the face, but I told her "excuse me?" It looked as though she held rice wine vinegar in her hand, and that's when I realized this woman, along with her husband and two daughters standing next to her, really wanted to make sushi. Nothing more.
"Sushi? Do you know how to make sushi?" she said.
"No. Sorry." I said, and left.

Okay, couple things to say about this. Even though she wanted to make sushi, a) I'm not even Japanese. b)her daughters, who i thought would've been more with the times, looked as though they weren't uncomfortable at all as their mother stopped a random asian girl asking her how to make sushi. What if you were with your mom who wanted to make fried chicken that night, and stopped a random black girl saying, "FRIED CHICKEN?!" Or if it was taco night and your mom stopped a latino-looking person saying, "TACOS?!" That's something to think about.

Spotlight on me in front of all of Price Center:
You see those radical Christian groups preaching the word of God every day at lunch time. Some of you keep walking, others go up and mock them (you're lame by the way), but did you know this? They can read the future. I know this because they read my future. One day as I was sitting outside eating lunch and talking with a couple friends, I heard a voice saying, "To that girl with the blue pants, with colorful..yeah, heeyy, what's up." That was when I looked up and realized he was talking to me. Fuck. This is embarrassing, is he gonna tell me that the wrath of God is upon me for ditching class the other day? Or simply, that I was lost and needed Jesus?
No. He began his elaborate speech by saying how I was going through a really hard time right now, that I work hard at everything in life but it seems that it gets me nowhere. He said that Jesus loved me, and that soon, I would see the fruits of my labor.

Pretty right on. And what makes it even weirder was that before he had even called me, I was anticipating it. I had this feeling he was going to call on me, that he has something important and relevant to say to me. Was this a sign from the Big Man himself? Maybe. But then he put the spotlight on my friend Danny and said he had envisioned him running through a cornfield and that the biggest revolutionaries in life are those that separate from the pack. "Danny? A revolutionary running through cornfields?" I thought.

I continued eating my lunch.