Wednesday, April 12, 2006

the world is small when you have minutes

last week when i was doing the cellphone shuffle, some of you brought up the notion that getting rid of my phone altogether could improve my life. while i completely agree that it's liberating and wonderful not to be chained to the thing as i am, i've been thinking that the little singsongy piece of nonsense adds quite a bit of joy to my existence.

it's obvious that with my schedule, most human contact is via telephone or email. however, i seem to log more minutes with the people farther away than the ones living right here. which doesn't really make sense till you factor in taking for granted the 'i'll just see you at the next gettogether' mentality that we must all maintain to keep our sanity with all the work/errands/chores that are required to stay alive. that said, there are a few things that allow me to reach out and touch someone nearly whenever: mainly a) free nights and weekend calls b) 1,000 daytime minutes a month c) free cellphonecompanyuser-to-cellphonecompanyuser d) car charger e) time differences across the united states

* i get a call from my girl ale several times a week during her lunch hour. this is beneficial for me because my ears have been programmed to ignore the alarm clock and/or rationalize staying in bed for an hour too long and her new york lunchtime coincides with when i should be getting up nearly every day. and her zest for life coupled with hearing the bustling streets of nyc is a great way to nudge me into starting my day. (b, c, e and sometimes a)

* my brother lives in alabama. we talk nearly every day, usually on my way to work or as i'm getting ready, even if it's just to say, 'hey, what's going on-nuthin, you?-not much.' often i ask him for news from my parents, even though they live in the same town as i do, because they harass him in the evenings about eating right and taking medicines and manage to slip in all the good gossip. my brother is my reality check and has no qualms about telling me to chill out when needed. plus he's a student, so he obviously has nothing to do all day. just kidding. (b, c, d and sometimes a)

* my mother calls me to say hello "when she has a break," which roughly translates to 'around the time she knows i should be getting ready to leave the house, but also when i could still make it, in the event of oversleeping, you know, just in case.' nobody knows you better than your mother. (a, d)

* every night on my way home, i talk to H, who lives in california. this works especially beautifully because even if i get off in the middle of the night, it's still two hours earlier for him. he's one of the funniest individuals i know, and on top of that, he can endure my endless whining about parking with a smile. (a, d, e)

* my people right here in chicago, who all work days and whom i must take a chance on harassing at work as i crawl through traffic. these are the folks who i don't talk to as often, but have a better chance of hanging out with in person. miss you guys! (a, b, c, d)

so it's looking like the phone is here to stay. i am a little disappointed because samsung released a very delicious looking new model, precisely one week after i sealed the deal on this one. oh well.

but if you'll excuse me, i have to hurry up and get ready. my brother just called and i lied, saying i was about to go take a shower because i'm supposed to be leaving in fifteen minutes yet here i am, still sitting here in my pajamas. i'll just call him from the road.


Guyana-Gyal said...

Sounds like you have a great community of pals & family. You're one lucky gal, Cadiz, I keep reading about so many lonely folks out there, and the truth is, it's all about keeping in touch.

Syar said...

I agree with g.g. I'm an sms girl myself, because the people I desperately need to keep in touch with so the fabric of my reality doesn't fray are all thankfully nearby and within driving distance. I see em every week.

but your little community sounds awesome. you make an effort and that's what makes the difference.

awww. anyone feel like a group hug? *big smile*

*smile fades*


omar said...

This post almost makes me want to get a cell phone!

Hahahaha, no, I'm just kidding. I still hate cell phones. But it does sound like it works well for you.

Brody said...

Sorry to hi-jack the comments sections, but I didn't want to get burried in 6 month old news.

You need to trust the internet. It is boundless. Sometimes it just takes time, and a google search that finds you and your problem for a solution to present itself.
(I was also searching for the lyrics, and couldn't find them. Apparently the artists don't want the lyrics displayed on the web. But I had the song, so I transcribed them for my purposes..and now share them with you)

I know a girl by the name of Rita
Light skinned Puerto Rican
I come meet her (?)
The way she moves I can't ignore
She's a porno flick on the dance floor

Twisting churning, drips of sweat
A little base thump, Rita's wet
When's shes through
Fellows flock to her
Girls clock while the beat just rocks her
side to side the beat goes boom
The new jack is up saying "Gimme some room"
Once again Rita's ready, a smile on her face
The crowd breaks north giving Rita some space
Big butt moving in a stroking pattern
The crowd made a circle like the ring around saturn
As for the new jack, he's just consummed
His body mutilated like he's just been chewed

She's dangerous on the dance floor (dangerous)
She's dangerous on the dance floor (dangerous)
She's dangerous on the dance floor (dangerous)
She's dangerous on the dance floor

Puff puff blow down the house
the latin and satin makes her big butt bounce
Swing left to right and back right to left
the video venus doesn't miss a step
She wears leather and lace
a skirt made of satin
You like her you love her the love loose latin
On and on, she'll never stop
Its party time and she wants to rock
One by one her buttons drop
Little wiggle in the middle no more top
The baseline thumps, Rita jumps, she humps, pumps, and bumps all chumps
Fellas flock there 3 or 4.
2 of them leave can't take no more
Always ready, Rita's rated triple x
On the dance floor she's having sex
Taking em on, two at a time
Her lips, her hips, and her big behind
What's this? French kiss? Excuse me miss
Rita's not having it but I insist
Either bust a move, or move your bust
Your breast, your chest, or your big ole butt

Back to Rita and the dance floor porn
Shaking it, shaking it, all night long
Keep it, dance how long can you last
The tempos fast, shake that ass
Move it move it every position
Flow, go, no intermission
The crowd is drawn, Fellas drooling
Girls can you do what Rita's doing?
Ho style, loose and wild her style
meanwhile you'll smile at your FM dial

She's dangerous on the dance floor (dangerous)
She's dangerous on the dance floor (dangerous)
She's dangerous on the dance floor (dangerous)
She's dangerous on the dance floor


Guys stop to watch the x-rated dance
some ashamed by the stance in their pants
Your heart stop, mouth drop, pulse is weak
Panting like a dog in heat
She wore butt huggers
They were snug as a bug
My advice to the brothers
Wear jimmy in clubs
No one could chill because they are all attracted
To her over the shoulder boulder holder strapped to the back end

Back to reality, Back to life
Back to the feature of Friday night
Hurt me, hurt me word to the wise
People can't party it's no surprise
Don't slip, don't trip, just hold your grip
She's Rita, go see her, she's fully equipped
Go around and round, up and down
Stomping her feet, against the ground
Guy's eyes glued to her thighs
???? nine inches wide
The latin and satin some call her a stripper
Should have zigged but you zagged and broke your zipper
Always ready, Rita's ready giving you more
She's not at your local video store

She's dangerous on the dance floor (dangerous)
She's dangerous on the dance floor (dangerous)
She's dangerous on the dance floor (dangerous)
She's dangerous on the dance floor

Base is felt bouncing off the wall
Rita won't drop cause she's having a ball
This urban queen rules the hip house scene
Lean, mean, full of steam
Breaking all backs standing on the block
In the middle of the dance floor you'll get rocked
Rita's rugged, leave her alone
She get you on the bone, send you home
Porno flick, her performing art
on the mark, Rita's ready to start
Move, smooth, in the groove
Rita will prove she's in the mood
Dirty dancing, she does it best
6 feet under is where you'll rest
6 and 9 on the behind
Just like fine wine she improves with time
From dawn to dusk, she'll do it all night
I hope you can see her this friday night
But if you can't don't get uptight
Yo, ??? with the mic at night

Crank it, crank it, pump that base
Rita's wearing leather and lace
Big butt swinging from left to right
Dripping and stripping on a Friday night
She's Rita, go see her, light skinned
Meet her, time's running on your meter
So met her, Rita
Move me move me, Rita moans
Don't dance alone, work it to the bone
If your lucky she take you home
To her penthouse apartment on Cribben (??) Row
Feel the S&M on your FM
If you can't see it where have you been
It's the groove me move me movie
Staring Rita and her Booty
Your's truley, PCP
Who could ask for anything more
She's dangerous on the dance floor

She's dangerous on the dance floor (dangerous)
She's dangerous on the dance floor (dangerous)
She's dangerous on the dance floor (dangerous)
She's dangerous on the dance floor

Jon said...

See, those new fangled devices aren’t all that bad… And while I think it’s easy to say you can do without it while you actually have it, but once you lose it, you realize how much it matters. When I first moved into my apartment, and we had to wait two weeks before we had any kind of TV… I thought it would be no big deal. Two days into it I broke down and cried. And you know what? I’m not ashamed.

cadiz12 said...

i think i cursed myself. i didn't any calls today. but at least i didn't oversleep. and i got a SWEET parking spot pretty quickly, so really i can't complain.

thanks, brody. i know the five or
so people who come here every day looking for the lyrics will be happy!

Katie said...

This is the only reason I have a cell phone, so that all my friends who have scattered across the continent can still reach me easily, and vice versa. So even though I hate it, and it hates me, I guess we kind of need each other.

Glad to know you finally got one that works for you.

Elastic said...

It's true! I found you when googling dangerous on the dancefloor!