Monday, April 28, 2008


New York Times Review
I can't wait to play this game!

Saturday, April 26, 2008

The Life of a NJ guido - Great article

Strutting Season
At the Jersey Shore, Guidos Are Pumped for the Prime of Their Lives

By Libby Copeland
Washington Post Staff Writer
Sunday, July 6, 2003; Page D05

Thursday, April 24, 2008


I've been watching "Die Hard" (1988) on TV for the past couple of hours.  You know, that's the one that happens in L.A. in the Nakatomi Towers.  John McLaine is a barefoot machine gun wielding badass who saves the hostages from the terrorists.  Yippee Kaya Motherfucker!
Also, "Cool Hand Luke" was on today.  This is one of my favorite films of all time.  There is Paul Newman as "Luke", the irrepressible inmate that everybody loves.  There's his buddy, "Dragline" (a young George Kennedy), and there's the warden, whose presence is always felt underneath his mirror shades.  The hot sun glows in every scene and you can literally feel the heat.  Every scene is poignant; the busty girl provocatively washing her car as the inmates look on lustily, Luke left standing after he refuses to go down after his boxing match with Dragline, Luke lying on the table looking like Jesus on the cross after winning the bet to eat 50 eggs, and Luke playing the banjo and singing by himself after he hears the news of his mother dying.  The movie goes on and we see Luke's exploits as he attempts unsuccessfully time after time to escape from prison.  Each time breaking his friends' hearts and ours too as he is caught and dragged back.  Great movie.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Found on:


"Oh Burger King, you are gross.  This is the new BK Cheesy Bacon Wrapper, which gives breakfast the Famous Bowl treatment by including eggs, bacon, cheese, and HASH BROWNS in a sloppily wrapped tortilla.  Add your own maple syrup for a truly memorable heart attack."

- I have to say that I have thought about snacking on this delightful concoction more than once.  I have not worked up the courage quite yet.

Pathway Poo

NYC was recently voted the U.S.'s most dog friendly city.  There are dogs everywhere, small dogs, medium sized dogs, and dogs so big that their shits are bigger than their owner's shits.  I like dogs but really find it vile that they are constantly shitting all over the sidewalks even though their owners pick up after them.  Still, there are shit streaks everywhere on the sidewalk from scooped poo and sometimes there's even unscooped poo.  You ever look at the dogs faces when they are doing their deed on the sidewalk?  More often than not they have a look of humiliation on their faces for having to shit out in public in front of everyone.  Can you imagine having to shit out in public with everyone watching you?  Talk about pressure.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Sunday night post.  I thought there would have been more of a crowd out tonight because of the Passover holiday.  I was not right as it was not much more of a crowd than there normally is in the West Village on a Sunday night.  I'm not that person that plans in advance for a night out with friends.  I, most of the time, usually just stumble into the night and what I am doing. I'm not a planner you know.  I just go with what happens to be going on or try to get a couple of people out at the last minute because of my whim at the particular time.  Living in the city has been ideal because it has let me be as I am and meddle in, if you will, with whatever plans are going on at the time.  My meddling must turn up more women or it is all for nothing.  There is an abundance of beautiful women in this city and it blows my mind on a daily basis.  Every type of girl that you could ever want, and every one, beautiful.  Here's to the city, and especially the plethora of beautiful girls that populate it.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

On Friday night I went back home to have dinner with my parents and since it was late I spent the night there.  On Saturday we installed my parents new flat panel TV on the family room wall and I helped them with some other work around the house.  We had dinner at my dad's favorite Italian restaurant and then they dropped me back at my apartment.  As we were driving back from the restaurant my parents mentioned how nice it was to have me spend the day with them and that they couldn't remember the last time they spent that much time with me.  Even though I had been living at home until last month, for most of my life, when I was at home I was quite aloof.  As I had suspected for some time, my moving out will better my relationship with my parents.  Secretly, I had a nice time with them as well.
I have returned to my apartment with a coffee maker...Thank god!  I'm sipping a cup of fresh brew that I just made and there is nothing better.  It sets the day off right and keeps my system in check (keeps me regular). 

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

On matters of style, swim with the current. On matters of principle, stand like a rock.
Thomas Jefferson

Nothing screams "use birth control" quite as loudly as the (hilarious) Mutual Community Health Insurance advertisements…

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Budhia Singh

Budhia Singh is a 6 year old boy from India who has run several marathons.  Kid can hustle.  His supreme athleticism was what caught my eye and then his story got me even more interested in him.
Budhia has participated in races up to 37.3 miles in length and finished them in under 6 1/2 hours. 
He was recently in the news because his coach was shot dead a few days ago.  There have been accusations that the coach tortured and forced Budhia to run.
Regardless, this kid is an athletic phenomenon who has come from absolute poverty.  I hope he turns out OK because there is already so much controversy and exploitation surrounding him and his feats.


Monday, April 14, 2008

Which 30 Rock character are you?

Why, even though I look at my watch at least 100 times a day, am I still unable to stick to a schedule or start and finish things on time? 

Saturday, April 12, 2008

I got a fever...

...and the only prescription is more cowbell!

More Cowbell - video powered by Metacafe

The 50 Greatest Comedy Sketches of All Time

Great innovation

I just stumbled upon one of the greatest cleaning tools ever invented.  Yes, that's right, it really is that good.  The Mr. Clean Magic Eraser is absolutely revolutionary.  Just add some water to the sponge and you can clean just about anything from most any surface.  I was effortlessly removing scuffs from the wall.  Then I wiped my white shoes clean and I can only imagine how many more uses I'll find.  You have to check this thing out.  It might be a little premature but I'm going to rank it up there with two other wonder-products: WD-40 and duct tape. 
I must gift the Magic Eraser to spread the good cleaning joy.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

The shrimp and goby

Olivia Judson: A Mutual Affair
When it comes to mutually beneficial partnerships, the example of the goby and the shrimp is an enviable one.
A Mutual Affair
I'd like to introduce you to one of my favorite animals: the shrimp goby. These pretty little fish lead lives of enviable indolence. As their name suggests, they live with shrimp (often, a pair). The shrimp build and maintain a burrow, which the goby and shrimp live in together. Each shrimp works hard, shoveling sand out of the front entrance like a miniature bulldozer. As soon as it's delivered the rubble to a suitable distance, it shoots back into the burrow...

The weather outside in the city is ridiculously perfect right now.  I walked out with a winter coat and a hat as people passed by me in t-shirts and dresses.  I had no idea it was going to be that nice.  People are sitting around in the park, artists are selling their work on the street, ballers are ballin' on the courts, girls are prancing around in skirts, and all is perfect in the village.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

It's not a home until... have installed your stereo and are able to let the music flow.  The speakers are installed on the wall and the stereo is in position.  First selection played at the new crib: The Beatles - Live at the BBC Disk 1

Monday, April 07, 2008

The shoehorn

shoe·horn [shoo-hawrn]–noun
1. a shaped piece of horn, metal, or the like, inserted in the heel of a shoe to make it slip on more easily.
The shoehorn is an absolute staple of my wardrobe.  I abhor trying to jam my feet into a shoe without the aid of a shoehorn.  I didn't pack mine and don't have one here at my new place.  I am lost. 
Do women use shoehorns? 

Saturday, April 05, 2008


The best part of moving into my new apartment is that I have gotten to do a lot of painting.  As I've said before it is so relaxing for me.  It gives my mind an escape from all that is going on in my life and lets me get absorbed into the simplicity of each brush stroke.  I've been doing a little painting here and there almost every day since I moved in.  A second coat on a wall, a touch up here and there, and the mural I'm working on.  I'm sort of glad that there is still a lot of wall to be painted!

Friday, April 04, 2008

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
— Mark Twain

Thursday, April 03, 2008


Stefan G. Bucher’s DAILY MONSTER

This guy draws a new monster every day.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Mr. Mugabe

This is a drawing by Edel Rodriguez for The New York Times.  It was done for an article on Zimbabwe's president Robert Mugabe titled "Make Peace With Mugabe".