Wednesday, April 27, 2005


Yeah School

Recently schools have been giving out cash incentives to students to snitch on drug dealing and violent classmates.

What could possibly go wrong?

Monday, April 25, 2005


Sappy Post

As many of you readers know I might be one who exaggerates, elaborates and masturbates a little too much, but in the end I think I can say I am at least a half-way modest guy. I only mention this because like anybody else I am often wrapped up in self evaluation, observation and reflection. We all try not to be but it is unavoidable. I was fortunately able to be more reassured of myself then ever this weekend after spending an inebriated weekend with many of my closet friend. It is said that a man can be judged by the friends he keeps. As I move on with my endeavors, I'm pretty sure I going to just fine.

Don’t worry my next post will be a return to the less grounded Benny Hoh thoughts.

Friday, April 22, 2005


San Francisco Smells Funny

Sorry to all my loyal blog readers but I have been in San Fran as of late. I am moving there and had to find a place to live.

I don't know if I have super sense of smell or if other people agree with me but San Fran smells. Its not an offensive odor but it certainly smells. I've noticed a few other cities having distinct odors as well. Dublin and St. Petersburg for example. Any who, I intend on looking into this phenomenon more.

On a separate note, the move the California will be mean that those of you on the East Coast that receive my drunken phone calls at 2 and 3 in the morning will now get them at 5 and 6 AM.

Good Times!

Wednesday, April 13, 2005


Stupid Digital Cable

I take big issue at the slow advances in digital cable. Yes you get a better picture especially if you have a nice TV. Yes you can peruse through the titles of all the show on. Yes there are on demand and DVR features available but the problem is the system is too slow.

As of now one has to use the channel guide to select a program with any sort of speed whatsoever. I liked the flip. Without the flip, how else am going to end up on Telemundo or BET or MTV? I like to randomly see scantily clad voluptuous Spanish speaking ladies talk about stuff. I like to get jiggy with it when I see a 50 Cent or Nelly video come on. And I like to have a pause in my daily activities by catching the latest Teenybopper pop video. What’s worse if I resign myself to the slow flipping of digital cable, a back flip is just as slow. I.e. I may flip past something but by the time I flip back it’s long since over.

I pretty sure there is nothing I can do about this (Or is there) but I'm still pissed.

Friday, April 08, 2005


Shark Food

This morning I saw an ad that had some kid with a potato with wires sticking out of it. I don't know what the ad was for but I remembered learning in grade school that potatoes and lemons can generate electricity. It also occurred to me from watching too much Shark Week that in the snouts of most sharks are small, jelly-filled pits, known as the ampullae of Lorenzini, and in each pit is a sensor that detects minute electric fields associated with contracting muscles, such as those in a pumping heart. Hence sharks are drawn to electrical currents.

My question is since lemons and potatoes can generate electricity could they be used as shark bait or food.

Any thoughts?

Tuesday, April 05, 2005


Boston Woodwork

Drive down Commonwealth Avenue during the winter months in Boston and the woodwork will reflect the one out our oldest cities. But come the first few sunny days in April you will notice the woodwork begins to spawn. Spawn hot girls that is. I in no way mean to come off as a meat head here; I am just recognizing the forces of nature. Every year in Boston during the first few days of spring, hot girls between the ages of 18 and 28 come out of the woodwork. How do I attribute this to nature? Well I can't say for sure that it is nature but it is certainly a higher power because there is no way that during any other time of year I would be able to drive across several lanes of traffic or blow traffic lights thinking dirty thoughts to myself and not get into a horrific car accident.

Of course there was a time when those dirty thoughts had a very slim chance of happening. Now they are just dirty thoughts. A post for another time. Anyway, God bless spring in Boston and the eye candy that it brings.

Friday, April 01, 2005


Break Your Mother's Back

While walking to work I often notice that due to woman wearing ridiculous shoes they have to avoid all sorts of coble stones and cracks in the sidewalk so as not to hurt themselves. It occurred to me that perhaps this is where the saying "Step on a crack break your mother's back" may have derived from. Well I couldn't be more wrong. After some research I determined the following:

Ill-fortune is said to be the result from stepping on a crack in the pavement. Present day society usually associates the superstition behind treading on cracks to the rhyme: "Step on a crack, break your mother's back" but the superstition actually goes back to the late 19th - early 20th Century and the racism that was prevalent in this period.

The original rhyming verse is thought to be "Step on a crack and your mother will turn black." It was also common to think that walking on the lines in pavement would mean you would marry a Negro and have a black baby. (Apparently this superstition only applied to Caucasians and because of the rampant prejudice against black people, was considered an activity to avoid.)

Stepping on cracks also had significance for children. In the mid-20th Century it was popular to tell children that if they stepped on the cracks in the street, they would be eaten by the bears that congregate on street corners waiting for their lunch to walk by.

Also, the number of lines a person would walk on corresponded with the number of china dishes that the person would break, later in the day.

Only in the last few decades has the rhyming superstition resurfaced to be the recognized "step on a crack, break your mother's back" and in some areas, two superstitions above are melded together to include the number of lines one steps on will correspond with the number of your mother's bones that are broken.

There you have it. After spend my time blogging about such ridiculous things, some times it occurs to me that perhaps things would be different for me if I had a toy like this growing up.

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