Yo, I ain't down.

be down chiefly slang supporting or going along with someone or something : “You going to the movies?” “Yo, I'm down.”

be down on informal disapprove of; feel hostile or antagonistic toward.

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An afternoon reading about Ladakh and then watching a certain televised address has got me down on (as opposed to down with) Western values.

*sigh*

Fíjense que no hay pupusas aquí

Sadly, it seems there are no pupusas in Milwaukee after all. As a consequence, you are spared from reading me go on about how darn expensive they are and how they just aren't the same as the ones in El Salvador.

If you are ever even remotely unsure whether or not somewhere you plan to visit is still in business, call ahead. Trust me, it is well worth the 45 seconds it takes. Oh, and don't blindly trust Google Local. Even he makes mistakes.

Ahh...all was not lost, though, as I got to enjoy a good cup of vegan chili in Bay View and some very high quality Spanish-language music. (Jorge Drexler's Eco - I'm listening to it now for the third time through and it is good.)

Trademark

Today on my really cool customized Google homepage, I saw this somewhat humorous encoding mixup:



I just thought it would be funny if "Making the world a better place™" was actually a registered trademark of Bahá'í youth everywhere.

Well That Was Fun

Tonight I went with Andrew and Emily to see Willy Porter at the Cedarburg Cultural Center. It was good (but long! I was gifted tickets to two back-to-back benefit shows for the Wisconsin Humane Society).

Afterwards the freeway was closed so we had to devise an alternate way to traverse the city and reach Bay View. After dropping Emily off, we drove a few blocks and decided we were hungry. I pulled over and shot Google a text message looking to locate a George Webb's nearby. I got an address, but the subsequent request for directions was denied. Whatever, we kept driving.

We got over to the east side and after I very nearly drove us straight into a crowded one-way for which the light was about to turn green, and then we witnessed a very angry homeless man shouting at someone, we stopped at Ma Fischer's for a 1:30am meal. I got a quesadilla and Andrew got a breakfast special. He didn't want eggs, however, and so he requested french fries in their stead. This led to a long and frighteningly in-depth conversation, littered with economic terms, about the various costs associated with making french fries as compared to eggs.

It was great.