current selection | roomie – snoring

did i mention theres no privacy in my apt? yea…its very acoustically conducive. super. so right after i had to cancel my biking craziness with fish (because of sickness), i started feeling better. oops. so since i was feeling all spank and shit, and it was ridiculously nice out today, i decided to get out of the apt and fire up the ole mt bike. (sorry fish) i took my camera along and ended up going for abt 5 hrs of biking and occasional pic snapping. yea, not a typo. 5 hrs. very coo. i biked from chelsea, north along the west side highway, up to 89th, thru central park, over to the fdr, south all the way past the south street seaport, and then back up to my apt in union sq. i took a roll of film…my first 35mm in some time. coo beans. afterwards, had german food and beer with alice and marisol. beer…go fig. actually, i went pansy and got a radler…half lemonade. ha. afterwards we pretty much jus laid around their apt watching vh1 and the king of iron chef. tomorrow im headed to an orchid (?) festival thingy with marisol. so mebbe more pics. hoo-wah. oops, sleepy. bye bye.

woo…so ive jus been informed one of our offices was broken into last nite. go east williamsburg! one of our offices on the far end of the street (above a hardware shop) was broken into…apparently to try and get into the shop below. i dont necessarily condone theft, but shit…these guys were stupid. first off…why a monday? what shop has excess money on a monday?? second off, they tried punching holes thru our floor-plate to get to the shop below. a floor plate…good job. they then knocked out a wall instead in our stairwell to get into their store and made off with what someone told me was in the excess of “some coins.” good job boys. then when they tried to get out, they decided to try and tear thru some more walls (as opposed to jus going back upstairs and out where they came in) and fucked up our downstairs bathrooms and storage closets. so lets assess their take. minus 1 ladder (how they crossed from the adjacent building to ours)…abt $100 (mebbe stolen). minus alot of back-breaking work…future back problems. plus “a few coins”…enuf to pay for tomorrow’s coffee. this adds up to….a whole lot of stupidity. super.

i got home this evening and my roomie wasnt around. my comps on (since she uses it)…so i hop over, fire up the monitor, and notice she left internet explorer on. wait…whuts that in the google search bar?

yea…www.nytimes.com. she searched for the address of www.nytimes.com… awesome.

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since im so easily distracted from work (as exciting as it is) i found this linked from design is kinky. u haveta check it out. cogs away!

fuck, im blind. on the subway ride down to the giant robot party last nite, a guy stumbled and landed on my face, snapping my glasses. the guy apologized profusely, and wanted to reimburse me for it…but for some reason that felt wrong. so i jus told him it was ok and got off at canal. being blind, i couldnt even figure out which way was north and south. wow…suck. so i meet up with marisol anyhoo and we head into the party. according to her, it was coo. nice crowd, coo multimedia. i wouldnt kno…i could only see blobs of color. ack. i tried to make the most of it…staring blatantly at girls, et al. the downside was that i couldnt tell whether they were cute, dogs, or a sofa. i headed to myoptics this afternoon to try and get replacements asap…but my frames had to be ordered and wouldnt be ready til tuesday. er. 2 days of blindness…god is testing me. yup…god. right.

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ok, so for some time ive wanted to write abt my roomie, but didnt b/c i didnt want her to accidentally stumble on it. after the nth stupid question/comment tho, i jus had to. for a bit of back info, my roomie (and my current apt) were found on craigs list. so i dunno her that well. she seemed nice enuf when i first met her. little did i kno that shes as dumb as poo. i think it started with her inability to use the remote for my tv. “where is the volume control?” its the button labelled “volume.” theres the infamous “whats a .doc file? is that the same as a word file?” and “how do u refill ur water boiler pot?” by opening the lid and pouring water in, einstein. now i can add a new one from jus 2 minutes ago! “how do laptops run without plugs?” i was going to ask her whether she was kidding…or question her abt the self-validating point of mobility and portability…or jus ask her whether she licked paint chips as a child. then i decided against all of the above and jus replied, “um…batteries.” yet further evidence that chips away at the validity of evolution. *sigh*

current selection | cyndi lauper – goonies r good enough

woo…rockin’ the old school. damn, goonies was a fine movie. so much for cutting back on eating out. yesterday was supposed to be happy fun cook cook day. headed to sunrise after work…picked up some chinky food, and then headed back to my apt. im standing in front of my door, fumbling for my keys, when i realize…hmm, lotsa dimes and quarters. um. so its slowly dawning on me that my keys are still on my desk…at work…in brooklyn. fuck. i sit there in front of my door for abt 15 min, ringing the doorbell and calling my roomie (who doesnt have a damn cell these days??). i didnt want to head far b/c, well…i have this big bag of groceries im carrying around. i eventually give up and head over to blue 9 to grab a burger…with my big bag o’ groceries. ouchies. i take my time eating each fry (freedom fries mind u, not french) and munch the burger slowly…calling my apt every half hr. i eventually finish eating and head over to virgin mega…with my big bag o’ groceries. oochies. im contemplating ways of breaking into my own apt…mebbe crawl up the adjacent fire escape….or pick the front locks. hmm…that might look a little sketch. i dun get into my apt til 9:30pm. fugaz. so last nite sucked a big one. eh.

and now, an homage to the great data….

current selection | supercar – strobolights

day two of solitary confinement. *sigh* the prez and vp are nowhere to be seen now either. so its actually jus me and my 3-months-past christmas tree. had an unplanned din last nite with jane (aka.small korean girl) who made a surprise visit to nyc. well…not so much a surprise as for business…but the call was a happy surprise. and b/c im so full of new and exciting places to eat….we end up at yakiniku west. yea…go originality. whatever…the place is still damn good. anyhoo…afterwards, i give her the obligatory tour of my apt (last time we hung out was right b4 i moved in), and then we jet up to midtown to meet a friend of hers who was in nyc for business also. we grab drinks and bites at zanzibar, which im partial to for their yum mojitos and cushy stools. after that…its off to grand central to send jane back to the confines of connecticut. poor jane. poor poor jane. (note: theres nothing wrong with connecticut.) poor jane.

and now, the following pic jus b/c i like pics with each post.

current selection | dj shadow – …meets his maker

no reason for the “current selection” thing…it doesnt “reflect” my mood or anything as contrived as that. it does however take up 2 lines…woo. im sitting here in the office…working on half-projects i cant finish b/c the two other ppl in my dept. are on vacation! argh. i cant finish anything, and i end up jumping from work to work to amuse myself. im actually researching the town i used to live in in texas at the moment. g-meister down in austins gonna take a trip over one of these days to relive my youth and take photos for me. ah…my youth. square-dancing…fake saloon doors…school functions called “shindigs”….and those half-circle banner/flags u always see hanging on the walls in every single stereotypical southern movie. word.

current selection | bach – orchestral suite no.3 in D

its one thing to be accustomed to ur plans going poo…but its kinda even more eery when plans go accordingly…complex ones too. as if the world preferred stupidly complex over happy simplicity. anyhoo…during the week, me, fish, and fonz had been planning for some tea and chess for sat….jus for shits and giggles. getting everybody to coordinate tho…thats bleh. so i call up fonz first. he makes his way over from hoboken, and we lunch on chow kueh tow at the singaporean cafe. after eating too much, we scour c-town for over-priced import toys and obscure asian cinema. fish finally gets off work and makes his way into manhattan…so we meet up at my apt and then head up to the tea box at takashimaya. after 2 pots of green tea and an embarrassing game of chess, we wander around midtown, and then receive word that the almighty langa will make an appearance soon too. huzzah! we head down to go in st marks for some japanese luvin’ and get seated shortly after langa arrives. everything is eerily compliant and non-stressful. im guessing the gods of pooing-on-my-plans let up this one weekend. after din, fish heads off…and the rest of us head up to the upper west-side to hit an irish pub w/friends of langa. yea, i kno…i dont like pubs in general…but hey, its for friends. i got to be the snob dressed all in black in the corner glaring at everyone. that lasted til 3ish…and i jus slept my way thru sunday. yea…so thats it. no clever conclusion.

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current selection | thievery corporation – facing east

wouldja believe i hit not one…not two…but three bars last nite? yea…when the rain comes, it pours. but instead of writing abt the thrilling life and times of a bar-hopper…im jus gonna go and say that there are strange and utterly odd ppl in this city. (dur) at the last bar we hit, we’re met by this odd little woman who plopped herself down on our couch and started to spout comprehensible, yet not, sentences. in the course of…an hr? i couldnt tell. in the course of a span of indeterminable time, she used the following words in various patterns to form sentences: diamonds, titties, princess diana, ernst, hustler, crushed babies, dick, pregnant, taco bell, bartles and james, shit, cold (ok, fine), pussy, 1919, houston, fuck, and other fairly random words from the english dictionary. it was the most disturbingly ridiculous stream of consciousness ive ever witnessed…jus b/c it flowed from her mouth like the truth. my friend promptly bought her a drink while i sat there making odd faces under my scarf. i dont even kno where to begin this one. hoo…wah.