ramblings of a madman

got this site from my high school buddy brian. i agree with his sentiments that this guy's stuff is good. his introspection kind of reminds me of myself too... here's another one i liked, short and simple:

island

and another, longer:

same difference

pandas roam times square

10 commandments of simon

i'm suffering from a food coma right now. i had a tuna melt w/pita and french fries from gourmet 53 in the basement of 875 third ave. everytime i go down to that cafeteria to grab food i always see these huge throngs of young people in their business attire hanging out and talking. makes me miss going to the ratty and having meals with people. if you don't know already, i eat lunch by myself at my desk everyday. sometimes i join the it people on my floor who i don't work with directly but talk to every so often about computer issues, but that happens maybe once every two weeks. i always get like this every couple of weeks.

so i had a pretty fun weekend.

friday -- went to time warner building and saw a free jazz performance by marcus miller (an awesome bassist) at the borders there. then wandered around the mall there, which is super swank and no one of right mind would ever shop there. however, there's a grocery store in the basement which for some odd reason was packed on a friday night! imagine... a grocery store in the city full of people on a friday night. and there was a jamba juice there! and the workers were all cheery like they were west-coast or something... it was like i was in an alternate universe. i had a mango a-go-go as usual with an immunity boost.

saturday -- slept late and got lots of good sleep. went out at night with friends and met up with a bunch of brown people i haven't seen for a while. went to a place called republic in union square which had noodles and techno. then afterwards saw robot stories at cinema village on 12th bet. 5th + university. GREAT movie! it was split into 4 short stories so satisfied my adhd side, and was fun to watch. definitely worthwhile to see. oh did i mention it was directed by an asian-american? after the movie, went to eat at a place called rice to riches. they have like 30 different flavors of rice pudding! i had chocolate-hazelnut. not bad. then afterwards went to a place called mission. packed bar and loud. unfortunately had to wake up early so i only stayed for a few...

sunday -- woke up at 7:30am and went to harlem to do habitat for humanity! built a look-through out of wood and metal beams. i learned how to cut and "nip" metal, as well as screw wood into metal properly. it was fun. did it with my group ypnyc. afterwards took a nap and saw the series finale of sex in the city (yes! i watch sex in the city ok)... so abso-fuckin predictable.

ok back to work!

no... not that william hung has no professional training in singing or dancing,
but i found my pet shop boys - very cd! in my bad boys 2 soundtrack case of all places!

yesss.... "i'm always waiting... for that red letter day."

talked to the woman at my landlord's office. this woman who lives in the apartment under me apparently took the last tenant to court over noise. man, imagine, what if i'm on judge judy!

i feel like a prisoner in my apartment. i can hear noises from my neighbors. the crazy woman downstairs can hear my every move. the city is oppressive. the city is exciting. it's too much. cars, pollution, smoke, noise.

i need a break.
a break from it all.
connect with nature.

here's a letter i got today.

"
Dear _____:

It has come to my unfortunate attention that the two young men in apartment 4-E only have two small throw rugs in their apartment. These are not padded and cover a very small area! When the fellows feel frisky, they start wrestling at 3:00 AM, and it sounds like Nazi Storm Troopers!!

I have asked them to get 80% of their apartment covered by a rug or rugs with padding. So far, they have done nothing.

Please inform them that they are in violation of their lease! I am entitled to the peace and quiet enjoyment of my apartment.

Thank you for your cooperation in this matter.

Sincerely,

______
______, #3-E
New York, NY 10028
"

fucked up world. fucked up imagination. so i fucking have to spend money on rugs.

it's 4:04 am and i can't sleep for some reason! argh. i haven't had trouble sleeping for a month or so now, so i feel like there's something wrong with me. might have something to do with waking up at noon and not doing anything the entire day. i haven't had a chance to do that in a while.

on the bad news side of things, i'm coughing up yellow phlegm. it's that yellow phlegm that lets you know that you're screwed and gonna get sick soon.

so i have four books lined up to read and i haven't the motivation to start any of them. anyone have any good methods of getting oneself to start reading a book?

wooo! i'm single on valentine's. rockin'.
meeting random new people. rockin'.
sneaking into hotels in soho. rockin'.
talking to a high school friend on im at 3am. rockin'.
going to whitney museum tomorrow morning. rockin'.
life is good.

shit. at work,
i walked into the kitchen
munching on a sandwich
and there was a cockroach sitting on the edge of the trash bin.
i feel like puking.

http://www.scarysquirrel.org

"did you hear why they used windows 3000 as a prison guard?"
"because it always locks up!"
...

:-)

they're moving the pepsi-cola sign on queens west that sits on the east river. it now says "epsi-cola" and the P is about 300 yards off to the right all on its own. the sign has been a landmark on the east river for the past 70 years. now what am i gonna stare at when i'm bored at work?

there was this place back in high school that my buddies and i used to go to all the time after a big test to get a big meal. it was called "mario's" and it was this small, quaint italian restaurant with a homey type of brick decor and tables with those covers with white and red checkered pattern on them. well all this is coming back because i'm DYING for a chicken parm meal from them. man, those chicken parms... we had a lot of them. i'm sure it was a big contribution to all the fat i've put on in the past couple of years. ;-)

i don't think i'll find a chicken parm quite like it... even though i'm in nyc! if anyone knows of any restaurant in nyc with "mario's" style chicken parm let me know.

i swear my winamp playing is possessed. i have all my songs on my computer queued up in it, and it plays the songs in random order -- so sometimes there are moments when i swear it knows what mood i'm in. don't get me wrong -- most of my songs are in the category of "getting over a girl," "being in love," and "crazy dance song that you can bounce off the walls listening to," so the chances of it knowing my mood could just be complete coincidence, but this time i'm pretty sure it really knew my mood.

woke up this morning feeling blue, thinking of people i've met over the years... last night ran into yotam (!!) at the brooklyn museum! yeah, and all these other cs guys. it was like this weird collision of worlds. it brought back a lot of memories -- hanging out with cs people, brown. and i realized i really miss hanging out with cs people... because i'm a cs person! we're definitely a unique breed. at work, i'm the only cs guy so i'd totally forgotten about the random hilarity that ensues when many cs people are brought together... played super mario kart on gamecube till 4 am in the morning...

hey girl before you walk out that door
just give me that one more chance and hear me out...

being "dropkicked" out of a relationship isn't fun...

i'm sitting in my room
wondering where
my baby's gone... i'm feeling blue.

for some reason i was feeling depressed. was it over love? my situation? friends?

when does my someday begin
when i'll find someone again
what if i'm still not truly over
what am i supposed to do then
you see what i'm saying if
so when can i see you...

ok i think i'm starting to get it. i miss hanging out with my old friends. being with familiar faces and talking about familiar things.

you're a new york city boy
you'll never have a bored day

well new york's fun... but when you're on your own, just doing things on your own. you might not be bored, but you can still get lonely.

"el aborto"

let it end? ok winamp.

man what a long night. went to this "asian singles" party that wasn't all that. all the girls were kind of fobby, older and weren't that interesting... then went karaoke singing in chinatown. there's this place called yello that has free karaoke in the basement -- ok so it's free but you have to sing in front of a lot of people. fortunately there wasn't anyone else around (cept some poor old businessman slumped over on the side) because we sang sooo badly. i've never sang such bad karaoke for so long... i mean 3 hours of karaoke-ing! that's crazy... ok i really need to sleep. laundry in the morning (hopefully not afternoon). then brooklyn museum at night!

never again... never again will i go to an asian party.

found this off someone's aim profile...
cute swf... .swf for flash movie that is

so played b-ball yesterday with my team (part of urban professionals league in nyc). our record is 1-5. we lost last night's game against a 5-1 team, but had a good time. afterwards grabbed a couple of beers at a nearby bar. got to talking with my teammates about age and found out -- damn i'm so young! everyone was 26, 30, 30, 32, 33, 38, 40... starting to feel that i need to start meeting more people my age.

visar
check this link out. apparently nasa has this software that can take video, stabilize the image from one frame to the next, and then enhance the details of an object in a video. check out the second video from the bottom with the minivan. the fbi used this for the case of the 11-yo girl that was abducted recently. damn why can't i work on cool software like this?

damn, didn't know it'd take so long to modify my blogger template.
i just spent the past 2 hours fooling around with my colors and the layout of my page. i should be doing work! whoops...

thinking about stuff to do this weekend:

• go to brooklyn museum's first saturdays (galleries, lectures, poetry, cheesy 80s romantic rock... what could be better?)
  
• laundry (i've been wearing dirty clothing for the past week minus my boxers thank god)
  
• party on friday?
  

wish i had a weekend warrior buddy. :-/

first post ever on blogger.
my co-worker's singing paul revere by beastie boys.
it's a slow day in nyc.