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The Unemployment Olympics will take place tomorrow, March 31 at 1:30 pm in Tompkins Square Park. Competitive events will include the fax machine toss, which is something I'd like to see. You must be unemployed (proof of unemployment required) to enter. The Microsoft Paint website is hilarious.
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Two friends of mine from my high school days in Alaska came to New York City earlier this week for a visit. Clay has been here a bunch of time so it's all old news to him, but Will was a New York City virgin. Unfortunately I didn't take too many photos during their fun visit. Good seeing you guys!
Will doing the required jump (with the jazz finger combo) at Madison Square Garden where we saw the Knicks, no surprise here, lose.
The three amigos Alaskans.
Clay asking Will to check his breath (or not) after eating lunch in Chinatown.
I have no idea what's going on here. Haha. But I like how Will is giving it his best unimpressed Williamsburg hipster expression.
Speaking of hipsters, he told us this joke which I found hilarious.
Q: How many hipsters does it take to screw in a lightbulb? A: You don't know??
LOL.
We visited our other high school friend Mark, an artist who lives in New York City now, and his studio space in Brooklyn.
Clay, Will, and Mark!
Mark's ill-aimed dart embedded into the brick wall.
That's serious!
I like this bar coaster.
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New York Magazine's listing of 7 bars at which with some bar hopping among them, you will be able to solidly drink $1 beers from 11 am to 11 pm.
11 a.m.–5 p.m.: Singas Famous Pizza 176 Second Ave., at 11th St.; 212-253-7300 Good morning! In addition to dollar beers, this East Village pizza chain offers up individual square pizzas instead of the usual slices, meaning you can adequately prime your stomach for what's to come. Bud Light, Bud Heavy, and Coors are all $1; for high rollers, pitchers are $5.
Yayyyy beer.
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After saving a man who fell onto the subway tracks at New York's Penn Station on Monday, the hero Chad Lindsay, 33--an aspiring actor currently appearing "in an Off Broadway show called “Kasper Hauser,” in a role that requires him to repeatedly lift a character who cannot walk"--reluctantly stepped forward.
Mr. Lindsey said he sensed a train was approaching, because the platform was crowded. “I dropped my bag and jumped down there. I tried to wake him up,” he said. “He probably had a massive concussion at that point. I jumped down there and he just wouldn’t wake up, and he was bleeding all over the place.”
He looked back up at the people on the platform. “I yelled, ‘Contact the station agent and call the police!’ which I think is hilarious because I don’t think I ever said ‘station agent’ before in my life. What am I, on ‘24’?”
One observation that Lindsay told the reporter was that the platform is "higher than you think it is." I've read this in the past. I've always wanted to jump down there to see for myself. Maybe climbing out of the tracks can be part of a NYC residency requirement, kind of like the swim test at some schools.
Last Saturday, I went to the Knicks game then Namik's birthday party.
Watching the pregame shoot around.
Andy and I noticed the worst media buy ever. Who ever looks up UNDER the scoreboard? Advertising FAIL.
We arrived to the party and found an exciting game of left center right in progress. I had never played this game before and well by the end of the night, I fell in love with it.
Silly string punishment for the winner!
KG goes in big with...his beer.
Who's the big winner? Mary is the big winner.
Mun taking the house cut.
Hahaha.
Stairway dancing!
Afterwards we decided to swing by the Heights, a familiar bar for anyone who attended Columbia or Barnard. Note the drunk girl in the back who wanted to get in on the picture.
Drunk girl's man trying to manage her. Haha
Note Pooja's empty plastic drink cup. "Hey Pooja, lets have a drinking contest." "OKAY!"
The End.
Hey art and book loving New Yorkers, Taschen is having a sale this weekend with books discounted 50-75% off at their Soho location.
Friday, January 23rd and Saturday, January 24th: 11am - 8pm, and Sunday, January 25th: 12pm - 8pm.
Cheers and maybe I'll see you there on Saturday.
RSS reader dump.
More RSS dumping.
Emptying the contents of my RSS reblog recycle can.
Phew.
Empire State Building, Saturday evening.
On Friday I had a half-day because our office is moving buildings from midtown to wall street. Went out later that night with Lauren and Nnamdi. Saturday afternoon I did some phone banking for the Obama campaign and then I went to my friend Jon's nice birthday party which was held in a private loft space. Sunday was brunch with buddy Hector and fighting off zombie hordes later in the afternoon.
The last sunset from my company's office in midtown.
The view of uptown Manhattan from our 41st floor.
On Friday night, I met up with Lauren who was visiting for the weekend and had a fun dinner with her and Nnamdi at my new favorite restaurant. This is my insanely delicious short rib (which also came with a side of perfectly baked mac 'n cheese). Hilarious conversation.
Hopped over to Max Fish where Lauren got her pinball on.
Then we went to Botanica predictably with these people. I forgot all their names, but I had a great time. Of course we got the dance party started here, even if it meant I had to get accosted and sandwiched by two very old women. The bouncer also that night was fantastic.
Nnamdi giving a peace out to Brooklyn!
"You want another?" "No, I'm still finishing this one." "Great. Two for me."
I forgot this kid's name as well but he was passed the f out. Luckily Botanica has some comfortable couches.
Nnamdi said to me, before I snapped a photo, "Nah, that kid's going to wake up if you take a photo. He's been on and off." Sure enough, right at the flash, he opened his eyes. Haha.
Saturday night despite the terrible weather I headed out to Jon's birthday party. For once I decided to class it up and left my ripped jeans and v-neck t-shirts at home.
Kevin and Chris! Chris also runs and creates the comics of this popular website for soccer enthusiasts and also founded this soccer website as well. Sorry, football.
Sophia trooped in from the rain as well and brought partisan mints.
Nnamdi and Stephanie!
Sophia pulls it off much better than I do. Hahaha.
Kevin does an AWESOME job of ruining what was supposed to be a nice photo of Chris and his girlfriend. Haha.
Kevin and Natalie (I think?).
Sophia actually does carry a calculator around in her purse. Dork.
Sunday early afternoon I made my way to Esperanza for brunch. On the walk there I was silently cursing for having picked a place so far from me and a mere step away from his apartment. And then I stopped being mad when I saw him, because he was in crutches after having quite recently broken his ankle.
Hector outside the restaurant. Sorry for cursing you in my head, Hector! Haha. Hope your ankle heels soon!
Big pig roast outside a bar. I wish I knew about this earlier.
Two Chileans.
Hector's roommate Will and me. The brunch here is a good deal (10 dollars for a small drink, coffee, and dish), except the wait can get hectic sometimes.
Pig slaughter. And boy does it look good!
In Union Square I ran into a zombie procession.
Aggressive zombie antagonizing a street vendor.
Flannel and Mexican zombies.
The zombie-ness is the least frightening thing about this couple. That rabbit costume alone is the stuff of nightmares.
Pretty decent band performing.
And then I went to Barnes and Noble to pick up a Rushdie novel. Instead, I walked out with Dan Simmons's The Terror and Frank Miller's seminal graphic novel Batman: The Dark Knigh Returns.
The End.
On November 1, 2008, the New York Hall of Science in Queens, New York will be hosting a paper airplane contest. OH HELLS YES. The following categories will be judged:
More rules and details here. Don't ask: No, your radio controlled F-18 model airplane will not qualify.
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1. Juxtaposition of Obama and McCain supporters. 2. Rednecks for Obama. Seriously.
3. Are you hot or not? Probably not. Except for your mom. Hi-ho!
4. Apple invites media to notebook event on the 14th of October. Looks like MRod will be blogging from a new Apple laptop by the end of October!
5. I'm definitely going to Banksy's new "pet store."
7. Zipper pond.
9. Bill Clinton and Halle Berry's respective Esquire covers juxtaposed. I prefer Halle's.
10. Halo 3: Recon announced. Sticky plasma grenade goodness!
11. Good advice about music being played while you're having sex.
12. MI6 spy's cover slips off during TV interview. Spy FAIL.
Spotted this Michelin Man character, except the costume didn't have any slits or holes cut out for the person inside to see out of so these two ladies were escorting him down the steps like he was some blind invalid.
1. Leo DiCaprio avoids the reality TV cameras of The Hills. 2. What awaits at the bottom of the Dow Jones Industrial Average trend? DRAGONS.
3. Giant distorted working iPod.
4. New York Magazine "diary" of a single college girl in the City has to be fake.
5. YouTube ups the size limit of uploads from 100 MB to 1 GB. Awesome, now I can watch Chronicles of Riddick in just four parts instead of twelve. [Thanks Nick!]
6. Visual comparison of failed $700 billion bailout with other federal funding.
7. McCain campaign owns the URL voteforthemilf.com. Hah.
8. Great pizza ad.
9. Photo stitching with the iPhone.
10. Where's the freakin' press conference? "Since she was selected, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad has held more press conferences with American reporters than she has."
11. This cupcake looks so dang delicious that when I first saw it I said that I wanted to make sweet love to it. Except I expressed this sentiment much more crudely.
And lastly:
Had a relatively uneventful weekend, but it was still fun.
Met up with Pooja to go visit some gallery exhibit openings around her neighborhood in Chelsea aka an open bar pub gallery crawl. Even the garbage bags are artsier in this neighborhood.
One of the galleries we visited.
Aw, sad. Hollywood sign is on fire. I really like this piece actually.
Pooja preferred this one.
This was also interesting. In lieu of paint brush and paint, try a handgun and bullets.
Close up.
While waiting outside a restaurant, we noticed this taxi cab that had lights flashing like a police car. It was one of those masked police cars. So TRICKY! Memo to self: If throwing up in a cab, be sure it's not this one.
Dinner with Stan and one of Pooja's friends, Vijay (I think that's your name!). We are all wearing the male uniform du jour. Hahahah. But mine is striped, okay?
The AC was broken in the restaurant which made it boiling hot. Vijay requested a bucket o' ice.
Hah. Not sure what I'm doing here.
Pooja's friends Vijay and his gal Audrey drinking the sake.
Afterwards, we went to the Frying Pan, which is basically a bar...on a boat, for some party. Once we got there, Pooja started complaining about her heels. Being the good friend that she is, Audrey offered to switch shoes.
The transfer...
And the switch! Stan wouldn't trade shoes with me though. Way to not be a team player Stan.
Not our beers. It's kinda random to see a bottle of green Tabasco sauce in a place like this.
Mmm, Tabascy.
On our way out, Stan and Pooja pose with the...actual frying pan.
Saturday afternoon at the height of the rainstorm in Brooklyn, at least, I headed out to Stan's apartment for pizza, beer, and Guitar Hero.
There's something perfect about the aformentioned trifecta combo of pizza, beer, and Guitar Hero on a rainy weekend.
