Fact. Apparently there are at least two grown men in this country with active social lives and are gainfully employed in respectable jobs and industries, who are completely okay with going to Best Buy by themselves and for no purpose other than to play Guitar Hero there for an hour or more.
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Interesting argument for calling an end to the Olympics:
The Summer Games in Beijing are four months away and already a predictable mess. The running of the Olympic torch resulted in arrests and nasty confrontations with the police last week in London and Paris amid protests against China’s recent crackdown in Tibet and other human rights abuses. In San Francisco, the only North American stop, the torch-bearers played literal hide-and-seek with protesters when the route was suddenly changed for security reasons. There have been repeated calls for heads of state to boycott the opening ceremonies. But protests and boycotts are no longer effective remedies.There is only one way left to improve the Olympics: to permanently end them.
I'm personally not opposed to such a proposal. The "magic" of the Olympics that I once felt when I was a kid no longer holds true today. The only global sporting event that excites me, like most of the world population, is the World Cup.
I look up after an intense couple hours of concentration and it appears NYC is blanketed in a fog soup.
Jeff: You wanted new jeans. What about these? They're a bit more than 50 bucks, but think of them as an investment. They're Dior. And no, dude, they aren't gay at all.
Couple days ago I came across this article via Gawker from Yale's newspaper that described how one of their classmates wasn't who he said he was and had applied to the school with falsified credentials and forged transcripts. The student is unnamed in the article. After reading it, I told my roommate that I was 99.9 percent positive that I know who this student is. Explanation: When I was at Columbia, I had class with this gregarious but peculiar kid. He later introduced me to one of his friends. Out of the blue, she called me last summer to warn me about this former classmate of hers. She had considered him one of her closest friends, quite literally welcoming him into her life and her home. What she divulged blew me away. Different age. Different country of origin. Marriage. In his computer: forged documents and social security numbers belonging to her and others. Turns out my instinct about the subject of focus in the Yale article was correct. What the fuck.
Today was the first truly warm day of 2008. A joyous day. I ate lunch outside (Chipotle, no less) on the steps of the imposing US Post Office building near my office--sans jacket! These steps dwarfs those of Columbia University's, although the scenery of Midtown West leaves much to be desired. I left work on time and I have a personal rule that on the first warm day of the spring, I try to walk as much as I can on that day. So after leaving my office building, I had a really great leisurely stroll from West 34th Street and down to Soho. While walking past the fashion school FIT I passed "Party Girl"--a former model who played a central role in a New York reality show before reality shows dominated the television air waves. Don't ask why I know this. Nearing my gym, I randomly discovered myself in front of a window display art exhibit that I had read about a few days ago on one of the many websites I frequent. This artist knitted these creatures that resembled those that reside deep in our ocean's trenches. It's very cool. It is on Broadway and somewhere around 10th Street-ish. Check it out.
My friend IM'd me asking if I wanted to see his girl friend's new tattoo. It's...aggressive, to say the least.
What's better than being John Mayer or Kanye West? How about the guy who gets to oil supermodel Gisele Bundchen's ass while she's wearing ass-less daisy duke shorts (Whoever thought of that should receive a MacArthur genius grant)? I think that's a pretty sweet gig.
Tom Brady sure won the lottery of life.
We're all puppets, Laurie. I'm just a puppet who can see the strings.
- Doctor Manhattan
It's not safe for work. Quote after the jump.
Why don't you two just lick each other's pussies and just get it over with?
- Steve
Another weekend over. What did you do?
Oh, that sounds interesting. Me? You know, I just kicked it.
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Got an urgent call from Chris last week when I was at work. No, he wasn't calling about a John Mayer concert surprisingly. He wanted to know if I wanted to go to the Yankees home opener the next day. Readers know I'm a Red Sox fan, but in the end I'm a sports fan, and there's no way I'm not going to see the home opener before Yankee Stadium gets torn down at the end of this season. Here are some pictures with Chris's camera:
The seats were awesome. Thanks to Ben for hooking this up!
Excited Yankees fans: suits and hoodies.
Superman!
Ben enjoying the Yankees win.
Although Wordpress is currently extremely bug ridden and sluggish at best on both Firefox and Camino, it appears that I'm back thanks to Apple's native web browser, Safari.
So few days ago Wordpress decided to rearrange their furniture and do a drastic upgrade of the "dashboard." Unfortunately it is still very buggy which makes it very difficult and frustrating for me blog here. FYI.
Hilarious.
WHATR A WEIRD FUCKINGS NOWINGHT. WTF.
Who woulda thunk that if you slowed down Jeff Goldblum's voice in that old iMac ad he was in that he'd sound like an inebriated Jeff Goldblum? The genius of all of it is that it makes Apple seem even MORE appealing to me now. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQmK1CnwOUI]
So this isn't a surprise to a couple of you, but I'm packing up my bags yet again and headed to the west coast at the end of this month, specifically to LA. Details to come. In the meantime: