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July 31, 2005

It's so pretty!

I was again in the city this weekend, hanging out with friends and watching movies and window shopping. Oh the things we saw! watermellon_purse.jpgFor one, another bejewelled item in a store window caught my eye. I can't remember which store we were near, but this little watermellon purse would go well with the bejewelled iPod Shuffle from a few weeks ago. Don't you think? Like, Totally, for sure.

I broke my old faithful Wenger Swiss Army watch a few weeks ago and haven't yet found a suitable replacement. I went to check out Barney's NY, but didn't find anything I wanted (or could afford) but I did try on a Mont Blanc watch that cost $3000. Seeing that I wasn't satisfied with mere trinkets, George takes me to Tourneau to shop for things I really cannot afford. Oh, the humanity! My Eyes were suffering from all the bling. We began at the lowest floor of the store, in the affordable section, and worked our way up. ALL the way up to the 4th floor. When the affordable section starts around $600, you can only imagine what they have upstairs. Downstairs I tried on a $10,000 watch by some company I'd never heard of. It was a little flashy for me. By the time we reached the top floor, we were being shown a Blancpain watch that ran a cool $80,000. It had automatic tourbillon winding, and it was made of platinum or dilithium crystals or something. The nice saleswoman removed it from the case and allowed me to hold this precious object, but that's as far as I got, even after I complimented her lovely eyes. Apparently my charms don't work on everyone's mom.

July 29, 2005

I can't get enough!

As if I need to promote Overheard in New York any more, but this made me guffaw in my chair at work.

There's a Keebler Elf Graveyard Up in There


A fat girl's belly is pooling over the top of her jeans.

Guy: Hey, check out her muffin tops.
Girl: Dude, those aren't muffin tops; they're a whole cake explosion.

--N train

Overheard by: Tina

No, I can't fix your computer

I actually scored as a low ranking computer geek, but thought I'd try to fight the system. See what it gets me.


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July 28, 2005

What's a sport?

Warning: herein lies a rant.

I've had this discussion with several people over the years, but what qualifies as a sport? ESPN often shows Cheerleading, Bowling, Billiards, Dance Teams, and Jump-Rope Competitions. Now these all require some physical exertion (well, except maybe billiards). I'm all for diversity of sport on ESPN. I'd really like to see them air DCI Finals, at the very least. It's at least as much of a sport as Billiards or Cheerleading. Tonight, to add to my disgust (and inspire this post) ESPN aired the US Open of Competitive Eating, sponsored by Alka Seltzer. How the HELL is this a sport? HOW!?! And if this qualifies, please can I get some Drum Corps International coverage?

Luckily this year they're showing DCI finals on the big screen in theatres around the country, if you're lucky enough to live near one. I think I'm going to watch it in NYC, rather than trying to drive up to Boston and sit in the nosebleed section. It's this time of year when the humidity and temperature are both oppressive and I think back to when I was forced to march around outside every day, getting a tan, and getting skinnier every day. Where's count 5? Indeed. The smell of diesel fuel, the fire ants, the crappy truck food. The stink of the tour bus. If I had some photos from that summer I might be inspired to scan them in and post them, but they're all at my parent's house.

Ok, so this rant turned into a trip down memory lane. I'm still mad I can't watch DCI on ESPN, though.

And another thing... the Spaniards have arrived again! OlŽ!

July 26, 2005

What's your Humor Style?

the Wit
(73% dark, 34% spontaneous, 27% vulgar)
your humor style:
CLEAN | COMPLEX | DARK
You like things edgy, subtle, and smart. I guess that means you're probably an intellectual, but don't take that to mean you're pretentious. You realize 'dumb' can be witty--after all isn't that the Simpsons' philosophy?--but rudeness for its own sake, 'gross-out' humor and most other things found in a fraternity leave you totally flat.

I guess you just have a more cerebral approach than most. You have the perfect mindset for a joke writer or staff writer. Your sense of humor takes the most effort to appreciate, but it's also the best, in my opinion.

Also, you probably loved the Office. If you don't know what I'm
talking about, check it out here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/theoffice/.

PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Jon Stewart - Woody Allen - Ricky Gervais

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July 25, 2005

Jogging for Clarity

I've been jogging regularly now for about 7 weeks. I go at least 3 times a week, and I've come to enjoy the time it gives me to process my thoughts, like how my Mom cancelled her trip to visit me because she wants to have some beach time in North Carolina. So rude, these kids and their unreliable changing of plans.

We played softball today, and beat the No. 1 team in our league. Due to an injury (our pitcher got hit in the ankle by a ball) I had to leave my normal, designated hitter position and suck it up in right-center field. There's a reason I hated t-ball when I was a kid. Just let me hit singles. Seriously. But our team is 7-3-1, so with any luck we'll make the playoffs.

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Friday I had an out of town visitor and went dancing all night at a dance club on Fire Island. I haven't been out all night dancing since I was in England. It was kind of crazy, yet fun. We got to hang out in the DJ booth in the club and then sat around talking as the sun came up, since it's NY law that all clubs must close by 4 AM.

Saturday, we saw 2 films at the Stony Brook Film Festival. Smile was a film about surgeons who perform plastic surgery in third-world countries to repair children with cleft palates. I loved it. It was very sad and touching and in the end heartwarming without being cheesy. The director and the lead actress were present at the screening and stuck around to answer questions for 30 minutes after it was over. The next film was called My Tiny Universe, a dark comedy about a suicidal actor who finds the cell phone of a big Hollywood producer. It was a little too fast paced and crazed to be called a fantastic movie, but if you like dark comedies you'll love it. The movies were also accompanied by short films. The one of note was called West Bank Story, and is a musical about 2 competing falafel stands in the West Bank. One is run by Jews, the other by Palestineans. It had crazy costumes, fun dancing, lots of visual gags and hilarious lines. At only 21 minutes long, it was the perfect length and I laughed so hard I nearly peed myself. If this film ever gets released anywhwere, or is available online, I highly recommend it.

And now. I need to get some sleep, because I'm still trying to catch up from the weekend.

Oh, one more thing. At one point we went to Starbucks and the total came to $6.66. The kid behind the counter gasps and says "I've never EVER seen that before". Then Adam says, "See! See! PROOF that Starbucks is Evil." And the kid responds, "Yeah, we'll deny it."

July 20, 2005

Holy Guacamole!

Apparently it's monsoon season on Long Island. Forecast is for torrential downpours of biblical proportions, for the next 20 minutes. Look out for the mini-tsunamis rolling down the storm drain-free avenues. Add to that temperatures of 85 degrees and it's been a hot steamy foggy few days, and not in a good way. I forced myself to go for a jog Monday night, thinking it would be pure torture, running through the fog as steam rises up off the asphalt. And it was thick outside. The fog had a nice quieting effect on all the normal noises of the evening so I could barely hear cars on nearby streets or the dull hum of air conditioners, even the crickets seemed quieter. The lightning bugs put on a good show, so I actually enjoyed my jog even though I was drenched after about the third step out the door.

The jogging was necessary after eating so much guacamole this weekend. My friends George and Edgar came to visit for a BBQ on Saturday. We ended up watching WAY too much Sex and the City on DVD, and they taught me how to turn avocados into guacamole. Yummy! We also grilled sausages and pork chops, since I've finally figured out the subtle nuances of my charcoal grill with the charred wood instead of the standard Kingsford briquettes.

Good food, good friends, good conversation... all in all it made for a great weekend, in spite of mother nature.

July 14, 2005

Rare Form

To those fans of The Daily Show, and Jon Stewart in particular: Watch the July 13 episode of The Daily Show. Jon interviews Bernard Goldberg, the author of "100 People Who Are Screwing Up America" and completely decimates him. He's just a sharp, intelligent, well-researched interviewer, and Mr. Goldberg doesn't even realize what hit him until just before the commercial break. Catch it if you can, the interview is a classic example of exposing someone with humor.

And while we're on the topic of the Daily Show, yesterday they devoted the entire episode to the Karl Rove story. It was a thing of beauty how they took all the past edited clips from White House press conferences and showed exactly how the government blatantly LIED when asked specific questions. And lucky for us, the press corps seems to have learned how to ask a pointed question and rake someone over the coals.

But seriously, go set your VCR to tape the rerun from Tuesday, and hopefully it'll be available online soon.

July 12, 2005

Lines I need to remember

Stolen from Overheard In New York:

Putting Up Buildings, Tearing Down Builders

Construction guy #1: Hey, pretty boy! Whatcha got under that skirt?
Guy in skirt: Your girlfriend's fantasy.
Construction guy #2: Oh, shit. He got you there, dude.

--Broadway & 39th

July 07, 2005

Sync Damn You!

jewel_shuffle.jpgEverybody needs a bedazzled iPod Shuffle, don't you think?

In other news, Digital cable is nice. You get lots of extra channels, supposedly in "digital quality". I'm not exactly convinced that's a good thing really. Often times our Optimum iO Cable gives some nasty compression artifacts in the video feed. I don't really see this as an improvement from the slight snow or picture ghosting from analog cable, especially because the video becomes unwatchable instead of merely a little grainy or noisy. Today I noticed yet another problem while watching MTV Hits (yeah, I still watch music videos). I've seen the Mariah Carey video "We Belong Together" about 100 times now, only today the audio and video are completely out of sync, as are the next 10 videos. Not off enough to make it funny, but off enough to make it annoying. And also, this is just an MTV Hits thing, they'll get the song info completely wrong. The station must be completely run by interns. VH1 Classic, however, was good to me tonight. Who out there has seen the video for "Give up the Funk (Tear the Roof off the Sucker)" by Parliament Funkadelic?

Still working the kinks out of the blog design, step by step. Links, styles, banner; check check check. Dealing with it after work mostly, since the weekends this summer are filling up fast. Dinner parties, lab parties, visiting friends, visiting Spaniards, visiting parents, and hopefully at least a short getaway for me. Perhaps the NC beach at some point. Oh, and the US Open is coming up. It's one of my favorite things about summer in New York.

Whadda Ya Think?

I was informed today that, "We're all tired of your clouds." So, in the spirit of changing weather patterns and switched off air conditioners I've finally spent my evening revamping things around here. I opted to go for a wider layout than before, because I think it looks better, and a lot of monitors are widescreen. So if you're still stuck in 800x600 hell (or worse... 640x480), it's time to step into 2001 and get a setup that lets you do a minimum of 1024 or 1248 pixels wide.

But if it really bugs you, I'll try to work something out. The clouds are gone, the green grass of summer is in. For now.

July 05, 2005

Object Lust

My new camera does all kind of cool tricks. It's a Canon SD500. Basically I upgraded my S230 by selling it and buying a new one, and I'm loving the extra megapixels (if not the file sizes). I figured after 5000 photos I could justify a new camera. Check out this Bullfrog I photographed while golfing 2 Sundays ago.
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Now see how far you can crop in! I know, the pixel sizes don't correspond exactly, but you get the idea.

Now I just need a bigger hard drive. I love satisfying my techno-lust and pulling ahead in the technology arms race.

July 04, 2005

I love a Parade!

In my ever arching quest to do experience everything NYC has to offer, I decided it was time to finally see an entire Gay Pride parade, and what better location than the gayest street in America: Christopher Street. I just followed the people with the rainbow flag "recruiter" T-shirt off the train and eventually looped around the block enough times to get a spot to watch the spectacle. And, as an aside, the NYPD really has figured out how to manage huge crowds and block streets and basically all that. The main side effect is that you cannot cross the parade route, which makes life tricky if you're trying to meet people on the other side, but that was an old story from Halloween... anyway.

I sideled myself into a spot amongst a flock murder coven group of Puerto Rican lesbians. That turned out to be a great decision first because they were hilarious and crazy, and second because they were all 5'4" and I could totally see over their heads.

Opening the show was the NYPD, as always, but right behind them were the bikers, and they were a great opening act. Lots of noise and hooting and whistling. Then came the active duty officers and other official people, followed by the politicians. Hillary was in the house. I bet her SS officers really loved all the craziness. The costumes of some of the participants were really outrageous. Others were almost non-existant. Some didn't make any sense, like the guy who was go-go dancing for Jesus.

They had so many ethnic group marching groups, too. I didn't really expect that, but places like Peru and Columbia really put on a good showing. Nothing compared to Brazil, though, especially in number of people. There were marching bands, color guards, twirlers, cheerleaders. Oh, the cheerleaders were blasting Gwen Stefani's "Hollaback Girl" to do a routine. It was worth the whole trip just to hear a whole street full of people, at least 5 blocks ahead of the speakers, unsolicited, start shouting "The shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S!" Love it.

Lots of companies had floats, like Altoids, Delta Airlines, HSBC Bank, Starbucks (who were throwing out purple Lance Armstrong bracelets that said Starbucks on them - shameless). The common theme among corporate floats were muscled guys in speedos shaking their business. You get what you pay for, apparnetly.

Towards the end the costumes seemed to shrink. Tops started coming off. Leather men in straps not much else were everywhere. And then the most outrageous costume ever walks by. Dude is tattooed, and is wearing one sock, and flip flops. And that's it. And he had a flag stuck in his butt. If you need a visual image you'll have to go all the way to the end of my posted photos and gawk.

After the parade I was getting some food in the marketplace and carnival food section and just walking about. Oh yeah, I was wearing my Utilikit, and wearing a shirt saying "God of Biscuits". So I'm hanging out on a side street, relaxing and finishing off my meal when I get approached about the meaning of my shirt. Apparently its meaning was unclear, and they had postulated that I wanted to either fart on someone, or be farted on (something about air biscuits being a name for farts?). One other random guy (I think he was drunk or high or something) comes up out of the blue with a big finger pointed at me and says, "Pauline's Biscuits, right? You know Pauline? Oh my Gawd." To which I legitimately cannot respond. I'm then berrated about some show on Food Network and how Pauline makes the best biscuits.

Luckily that passed, and I spent the rest of the afternoon chatting, explaining to people about the shirt. If you're still clueless, go listen to Eddie Izzard in "Dress to Kill". After standing on pavement for over 5 hours, my back was screaming at me, so I decided it was time to head home. Met some fun new people, and got a lot of photos with my new camera.