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Road Trip!

Tomorrow I am off to a New Years Party at Chris’. If you are reading this and want to come, baring that we know each other, give me a call. That’s gonna kick off a small circuit of travel including family in NJ and friends in CT.

I’m looking forward to the trip specificaly because I just received my new Creative Zen Touch MP3 player… its something I’ve wanted for a while, and with me going away I think something that might just bring me some sanity in a strange place.

That said, I’ve been speaking a little with a recent returned volunteer from Uzbekistan, getting various tips about my own trip. So if anyone wants to donate an old laptop to poor future peace corps volunteer me (or sell me one cheap) please be in touch.

Here is a question: What is a 13 sided polygon called?

Finished!

Well I just got back from my last night as a waiter at the Golf Club. Although it was a good gig for this past month or so, I don’t think I could have done it much longer. Although I won’t miss having to reset tables and bus other peoples’ dirty dishes, I will miss the perks such as brownie sundaes and plentiful leftovers. On a funny aside, tonight in one of the rooms (the masculine room which up until 5 years ago, women were not allowed in,) Will and Grace was on the TV with a few guys intently watching. Nate, I wonder what you think about this – W&G being watched by wealthy white people in a country club. Nonetheless, it was an amusing sight.

So for the next few weeks I will be preparing for my trip and visiting friends and family. It’s looking as if a New Years party might be shaping up to take place in New York (not the city.) So for those who are in the area, please write or comment if you are interested. I’d love to see those who read this before I leave. There are a few topics I’d like to touch on before I leave, one being Bush’s plan to privatize Social Security. This is something that I fear people my age will not pay attention to although it is we who will be affected by any changes made now. I’m also open to ideas, and, for the next month, will take suggestions! Want to guest post on WD? Write me! Anything is possible….

For now.

If it’s not fresh…

When is pretention justified?

Here is my paradox. Tonight I dined with my father and some of his friends at the Legal Sea Foods in the Prudential Center. For those who don’t live around Boston, the Prudential Center is an upscale mall at the base of one of Boston’s 2 skyscrapers. It houses stores like Lacoste, Sacks Fifth and a Krisy Kreme outlet. As far as malls go, it’s rather upscale. But eating at Legal within the mall was a great dissapointment. The restaurant was too small, our table was too out in the open, the service was lousy and the food merely average. As I looked around, I realized that this Legal in particular was a postcard version of itself. That is, Legal can go either way in terms of fanciness. The one in Park Plaza is beautiful. The one out on Route 9 in a strip mall is less so. But this Legal, in the fancy mall, was probably the worst I’ve been to in the entire chain. Then I got to thinking about why this was the case, and that lead me back to my musings on malled life. This legal sea foods was in a giant mall, that is connected to another mall and various hotels by above and underground walkways. Here, one could come to Boston and sample some of what Boston had to offer all without leaving the mall. I admit, I brought Johannes here (but I also dragged him to Bunker Hill and took him to the top of the Customs House.)

What solidified my thinking about the problem with this restaurant was the store which occupied the space accross the aisle in the mall. It was a luggage store. Hardly extraordinary. But, the interior of the store was designed to look like an airport terminal. The way the celeing was designed and the particular style of lighting used all screamed, “You’re at the Airport!” And what better a place to think about getting that perfect piece of luggage than in the airport itself. But this was not the airport, rather is was a storefront that could be constructed and destructed within a matter of days. It was the image of the original, but far from it.

So when one buys a Ralph Lauren polo shirt, does that mean that they will be yachting off of the coast of Nantucket, or riding through the Hamptons? Hardly. Every schmuck seems to have a Ralph Lauren polo shirt these days. Yet, despite the fact that there are identical alternatives available (come on folks, a polo shirt is a polo shirt,) it is curious that Ralph gets away with selling his for 5 – 10 times the price. Polo is a good example of people paying a price premium for the image, rather than the original. Having the Polo logo signifies something – what exactaly that is differes from person to person. Now walk into the Ralph Lauren section of your local Macys and you will see that instead of the white walls which host other brands, Polo’s walls are of wood, and there are plaids thrown in for good measure. Now, Polo has been up to this for a while, but now the idea of selling the lifestyle (i.e. schmuck at mall as jet setter) has pervaded into almost every facet of American life.

So how does this relate to Legal Sea Foods? Well, you go to Legal Sea Foods so that you can say you’ve been to Legal Sea Foods. It has cachet with those who have visited Boston. So, the restaurant need not be so much about the best food ever (i.e. a fine Etruscian silk polo shirt vs. a cotton one from Uzbekistan,) as the fact that it is indeed Legal Sea Foods. Therefore quality goes down, but the cachet remains, and an ordinary meal can be explained in conversation down the road as, “yes, I’ve been to Legal in Boston.” This statement, though rather banal, is a form of the Ralph Lauren polo shirt. It attempts to say, “yes, I have taste, and I know what’s the classy thing to do.” It attempts to ask, “have you been as well?” Much as the small but conspicuous polo pony asks where yours is. Thus the pretention value is disproportionately higher than the actual value of the experience. Now, I own a few Ralph Lauren polo shirts, and I fully realize the irony of the fact that they are status item available at the local mall. I could say the same about legal, but though I may buy another Polo shirt, I don’t forsee me chosing to go to Legal again.

So what’s the difference between the two? Well, frankly, maybe it’s just that I’m a Bostonian and therefore Legal is less important to me (I mean, we’ve all been there at least once.) But maybe its something else. Though I’m willing to accept the irony of buying the $80 shirt with horse versus the $14.99 shirt with no horse (both made in the same country a la day) I fail to be amused by the faux ambiance of the Mall Legal Sea Foods. Whereas the Polo shirt indulges my small pretention and does a darn good job keeping me warm, the Legal Sea Foods in the Mall caters to no whim and does not satisfy as a product.

Thus I think we have to ask ourselves:

1. What are the things for which we will give into for pretention’s sake?

followed by

2. Do such indulgences contradict our desire to extract the most comfortable or enjoyable experience from such things?”

If we answer nothing to the first question, we are liars. If we answer yes to the second question, then perhaps the pretention is not justified. If we answer no to the second question, and can answer no to the third question:

3. Does this indulgance harm others?

then, perhaps the indulgance is harmless and not worthy of criticism. So for me the shirt is a legitamate indulgance, just as would be an expensive dinner at one of the best restaurants in town – and best not just in the fact that the name is used to justify outrageous prices for mediocre fare – rather best as in great service and an equally impressive product. Wearing a Polo shirt to such a place? Now that may be venturing towards selfish hedonism, but I’ll leave such decisions to the Republicans.

8^)

Mix Away

What’s worse than waiting on former frat boys?

Stumped?

Waiting on future frat boys.

Today wrapped up, thankfully, the christmas party weekend at ___ Country Club. The first night was all the adult members. This party rocked. We’re talking: huge ice sculpture raw bar, sushi bar, peking duck, prime rib, and a chocolate fountain. The chocolate fountain was awesome…. the lady brought it back to the kitchen and hooked it up after they were done outside, and the whole staff gathered round it, dipping strawberries and pineapple into the warm chocolatey goodness.

But, all good things must come to an end, and these past two days kinda summed that up. Here we had the children’s christmas party. We need to have it twice because there are so many damn kids (lots of Roman Catholic members…) So we set up a kid buffet, with like fries and mini hot dogs. And we prepare 20 pitchers of shirley temples and another 20 of chocolate milk, and set up unlimited self serve soda stations. Add this to the extensive cookie and cupcake bar, and you can imagine that we have many many kids on a wild sugar high. Then santa arrives via helicopter in front of the clubhouse! After santa arrives, the kids wait in line to visit with him, which takes about 2 hours from start to finish.

So, as you can imagine, though they were mostly well behaved, I’ve been around way too many kids for these past two days. Tonight I intend to relax with a new creation I’ve come across:

Blended: A few scoops of chocolate chip ice cream… some milk… a handfull of peanut M&M’s… Kahlua.

Reading that, it’s kinda a kiddie drink except for the Kahlua… so what can I say? Though we may not all run around screeching with baloon swords and reindeer hats anymore, we all still have a little cupcake on our faces.

Moonlight with Deer

It’s 1 AM on Sunday and I just got back from my job at the ___ Golf Club. Ya know, although working as function waiter may not sound like the best gig in the world, here it’s really not bad. I work with simply a great group of people. Half are young Americans like me, and the other half are Brazilians of all ages… some are waiters, some buspeople, others cooks. The thing is, everyone is good. Yeah, I know, good really isn’t the most descriptive word, but I think it’s the right one. These people are honest, hard working, and have a endless well of humor.

Just this night, the party, which was supposed to end at midnight, decided to keep going for another hour. There was a group of young ladies dancing and they didn’t want to stop. Despite the requisite grumbling among us about how we wanted to go home, I could sense that we were happy because our guests were happy (and very polite.) For the last two songs, my boss and two of the Brazilian waiters decided to join the guests on the dance floor. Me and the Vietnamese busman decided to watch…

And it got me thinking. Though these people had a working, but not completely fluent grasp of English, and would thus probably work service jobs for quite a while if not their entire lives, they are kind, they are good, and they enjoy a good 80’s song. Though I’m glad to be working here, I know that come January, I’ll be leaving for greener (or golden brown to be precise) pastures. Maybe that allows me the rose tinted glasses… But I’m glad I ended up here, rather than at some job stuck behind a computer. For all the good of the internet, there’s something irreplaceable about a good team.