new kravitz album sounds cool...

the push-pull between "fun" and "sleep" sucks....i think im also in denial about getting closer to approaching the day when i start thinking about "the day after consequences" before turning into the "shotmaster" for the night...beer shits and getting the sweats lying in bed at home is one thing...but in a non-AC'ed office and a cancer walk with only porto-potties...the sweats and beer shits take on a whole new meaning...

dog walk was great!...it wasn't the marathon style walk that i think everyone was envisioning....it was more of a section of the park closed off for a city-style morning stroll....riverside park 89th st....doggie vendors set up tents along the stroll giving out free treats/keychains/FROST-PAW ICE CREAM....soo cute....doggie olympics....all in all a good morning...

been craving a vietnamese hoagie for 2 weeks now...

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after a few entries on a variety of current events....and in response to a couple of comments...when all things said and done...it still just all boils down to the benjamins....survival of the fittest may be determined by specific factors such as genomics...but those are only side factors as a result of MONEY....yes...im an idjiot.

Ward can imagine, however, an evolutionary change coming from ''a genetically managed person,'' someone who has, through gene tampering, increased his productive span as much as 200 years. It would take a wealthy person in the first place to be able to afford this process, who then, instead of having three decades of productive earning, could have ''100 years of earning capital.'' He could produce and support 30 children, who would inherit his longevity if he mated with a similarly genetically-enhanced female, and presumably he would choose to mate with only another of his kind. Since a species becomes distinct when it can no longer breed with those outside the species, Ward says, the big question is, ''Will we remain one species?''

Suddenly F. Scott Fitzgerald's observation about the very rich -- ''They are different from you and me'' -- takes on a new and chilling dimension.

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been trying to find this nytimes magazine article (i think) where they call the current "mtv" generation..."pill popping generation"....someone find it for me.

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Two of the few hardy souls who shun batting gloves were in the building in Phoenix this week. Mark Grace, who now is a broadcaster for the D-Backs, and the Cubs' Moises Alou.

Alou says the secret to hitting without batting gloves is to harden your hands and prevent calluses. One of his methods might win someone the prize money on the TV show, "Fear Factor." He urinates on his hands. That's the honest truth. Alou said he isn't sure where he learned this distasteful folk medicine, but it wasn't from his famous father. And it works for Moises.

alou's best friend: R KELLY.