Wednesday, May 18, 2011

A Piano That's Destructive


Next door to me in my apartment complex lives an older man who lives with a woman who looks much younger than him who I believe her to be his wife. Everyday around early afternoon until about dusk, children walk past my apartment to take piano lessons from the older man's wife.

As soon as the children walk in the door, I can hear classical songs being learned from every room in my apartment. At first, I was like, "Shut uppppppp!" but then I grew to pay no mind to it. On the contrary for the older man, I don't think he's ever gotten over it.

From what I see, he walks out of his apartment about twenty times a day, and chain smokes his life away. If I come home from wherever I was, there's a good chance he's outside smoking a cigarette. As an older man, maybe the sound is too unbearable.

He hears the same songs being taught by his wife, and this has to drive him crazy. It's not a mutual business relationship like a husband/wife duo where they're known as the "Piano Teaching Spouses," and enjoy the love of music teaching; that has to be far from the truth.

Heck, a few times I've seen him downstairs in his car, reading the newspaper. Yeah, reading the newspaper in his car! I know the thought, "I've gotta get away!!" was running through his head. Listening to something so repetitive like piano lessons can be destructive to one's ears.

But it's the same thing as the radio stations playing songs so repetitively. Throughout one hour, you'll hear the same song so much that you'll start to turn to another radio station. Then that station will be playing songs repetitively that all stations begin to kill your favorite songs.

So stick to the iPod connector, and I'll probably buy some ear muffs for my homeboy next door.


Flushing the toilet,

Loa

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

foursquare--Not the Kind With the Kickball


Since I've joined Twitter, I've seen posts that locate where that certain person is at that very moment, which are carried out by a website called foursquare.

foursquare can be used by smartphones, and the website reportedly is being used by 8 million people. It's a pretty cool website to let people know where you are, and what you're doing.

If you don't have Twitter, I'm sure you've seen the "Check-in" opportunity on Facebook where you can tell people where you are, and who you're there with. It's a pretty cool way to let people know where you are, and what you're doing.



I have absolutely no problem with people using these forms of social networking. But what if...:


  • You have a stalker, and now they can easily know where you are and the address. They know what you like to do, where you work, where you live, and how often you go to certain places. He/she may be outside your place right now, peeking at your every movement. Do you dare look outside?
  • There's a guy/woman that wants to scrap you that you want no part of. For instance, if there was a huge bradah that wanted to physically impair me beyond my comprehension, and I didn't know that, and I foursquared or Checked-in, and the guy was like, "So this is where this scrub is, huh? He's dead!"
  • You have an ex-girlfriend/pyscho (or ex-boyfriend/psycho) that follows your updates on the social networks like fat guy checks his refrigerator every three minutes. She'll be like, "Oh my gawd, why are you there, and why the (beep) are you with her?! I'm coming there right now! And when I get there, you and her BETTER be there!" She wants you back, but she's crazy, and with you hollering to the world where you are, she'll have easy access to your whereabouts, and she seems even more crazy! 
Cool ways of communicating where you are, but as a caveat, you may want to be careful where you put out to the world where you are at this very moment.


Flushing the toilet,


Loa Patao