xanga haitus....i tried posting this last friday...blegh...i'll try adding onto it and type some more....its easy to continue this post cuz ... "wutta homo"

Hello hello....

There is a definite need to post on xanga in an attempt to capture the last waning hours of my time here at Citi. Unfortunately, the last hoorah has turned into more of a disgusting, slow, humid morning and a spinning room. Yes, I went out again last night. I'd like to think that we've been pretty good about drunkfests, but since last night was a birthday dinner in cahoots with my lack of responsibility with my job, I again chose the path of debauchery.

My friends and I have a habit of calling each other "h0m0". We're not homophobic (we've hung out with a couple of gay guys) but just saying "WUTTA HOMO" has a ridiculously catchy ring to it. "dude I can't come out tonight..." Response, "WUTTA HOMO"...or..."hey...lets grab lunch...im in the mood for a salad..." ...response "wuttta effing homo...." 

the problem with this night was that we had dinner in chelsea and ended up hanging around that area for quite some time afterwards and after making the mistake of yelping wutta homo and catching "nothing less than odd" looks we realized this might not be the greatest place to be politically incorrect....

blegh...lost my train of thought...no punchline....just try saying it though..."wutta homo"

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anyways....im finally home again....back at my computer...aim up and winamp playing...9am playlist

guster-either way/ cure- picture of you/ glen phillips - windmills/ flaming lips - yoshimi/ incubus - echo

if you have the mp3 counting crows- colorbind and you're on AIM....send it over please...my sn is the same as this.

fyi: moms back....i haven't seen her since xmas...and there's always a different feel when a mom is back in her natural habitat....the house feels warmer....smells like food...which is odd because i cook quite frequently...tons of slow cooking and braising too...fills the house with aromatic foods....but when mom cooks...the warm hue of "mumhoood" makes a huge difference....or maybe im still mama's boy missing mummy....

ipod is tizzzoiiittee bizzzanging.....wait till this shizzle goes in both cars....yahoo!

heading to miami this weekend....

at this specific moment....nostalgic reminiscent muggy morning weather.......i dont know....just not very excited for school...just let me try to finish the summer first....my mood might change midday.....if weather holds up for a few more hours....i'll take puppy swimming....

 

5:46 AM

So once again I will have to use this space as my monthly concert review column.  This will probably be a short review because in short, the show sucked.  Last night I hopped on the Meadowlands shuttle to see Sarah Mclachlan.

 

Butterfly Boucher (pronounced bow-chur) featured a shameless self-promoting white chick lead singer who in short, was NO GOOD.  After directing 5 minutes of wasted attention on her, I focused on a cruddy cheeseburger; HOW CAN YOU MESS UP A CHEESEBURGER, and some chicken tenders.

 

Right before Mclachlan came on, me and the minster were fortunate enough to have the empty seats in front of us filled by a herd of 4 chubby fat grotesque male look alike lesbian blokes.  I want to say I have nothing against lesbians.  Like the masses, I enjoy hot lesbians, but when youe fat ugly and publicly groping your partners ass crack with your sausage link fingers right in front of my kneesO GOOD.  Did I mention during specific, I guessing, lesbian euphoric songs (because I didn really get much emotion out of these songs) she chants out any orgasms tonight?to her partner.  At that point, I regurgitated my cheeseburger.  Besides high fives from one meat patty claw across endless thighs to another hoof, and this ridiculous scream (not your normal- YEAA SARAHut more of a crescendo ?decrescendo bird/opera coach warm-up shout), my night was pretty dull.

 

All this lesbian bashing bleeds into some Sarah bashing but oh wells, it just wasn that entertaining.  Her songs are suited for smaller venues (I thinking like an MTV unplugged arena) and as an older parent with no-eardrum pulsating songs; she lacks stage presence and showmanship.  But to stick up for her, in some occasions, this is not necessary because her voice speaks for itself.  Move over Norah and the girl from Evanescence, the original melodic lullaby diva proves more powerful and spine chilling when she performed ngel?than I could ever imagine the other two.  Il probably go home and download some live sets; I think they would be better than studio releases.

 

Debunking 9/11

 

I finally got to see Fahrenheit 9/11 and to be honest; I kind of disappointed in this picture overall film direction.  Bowling for Columbine was almost a sensory overload, but it proved his uncanny ability to juxtapose political situations with daily personal associations.  Even if his facts were skewed in this movie, he could have spent some more time on making a movie, not just this political propaganda piece that although had logical theories in Bush incompetence.  The whole conspiracy theory he tried to prove became a bit too confusing to follow and believe.  He probably should have teamed up with some of the reality TV show producers and really tweaked Bush live footage.  That would have been awesome.  Throw in those oans?from other scenes and juice it into some nighttime shots of the White House.  NICE.

 

What makes this movie a good thing for the American public is political exposure through an entertainment medium.  American apathy, as Ie posted on months prior, needs to be changed, skewed and the sedentary powder at the bottom needs to be stirred, albeit very subtly.  The war and international affairs is obviously a huge topic for viewers to ponder, but Moore also takes the opportunity to tie in Flint, Michigan poverty level with a national call to arms, giving people more to think about after watching the film. 

 

I really don know what to believe out of all of this mumbo jumbo, which is exactly what it is.  Ie spent the last couple of days reading article after article of how Moore made mistakes, lies etc.  Then I read articles that support Moore cinematographic claims.  It just gets you thinking and hopefully, it will force you to conjure up some kind of final opinion and VOTE. 

 

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I think that it for now.

11:49 AM

tonight...taking my boss and coworkers out to dinner in chinatown...

lets go backwards...

1. last night had a birthday party for jam pong...the liddle poopy is 2 years old!!! he had some doggy ice cream with bo bo and gwai gwai...happy birthday poops!

1a. we were talking about "who do you know that is a geniune good guy...a heart of gold"...i nominated myself...but frank says that i have a "heart of gold with barbed wire around it...."  thanks frank.

2. being nice to the salad really pays dividends...she's stamping my salad card 2x everytime i go...nice!  hale and hearty soups on maiden

3. i bought rollerblades! never done it but i'll figure out a way...

4. saw maria b. on the street walking home...she was right in front of nyse the day of the terror alert...we actually made some eye contact 10 ft away probably...she's fat..she's ugly...i'm over it...probably looks better when u're all groggy and got some crusty eye stuff hindering your vision...her voice intellectually intimidating though...OOO baby.

5. nobu last week...i'll post some more restaurant reviews soon...btw..does anyone know any good cheap eats?...not dirt cheap..but bang for its buck good cheap.

6. EK - for some reason when one is referenced as an initial, not only does their credibility skyrocket, it almost sounds like u've attained a phd overnight.  so in that light..KUDOS TO YOU.

7. what is it about "old school"...jeezus...we've actually started using lines from the movie in public...last week i heard from spongebob...."im not a talker....im not a talker..."

8. i think i could eat the stuff in fear factor...and in fact im looking to trying an egg with the fetus inside it....triznan tells me its a viet delicacy.

9. dear mi55mango - you dont see the similarities btwn the guy and spongebob...go check out his site...omygawditswill...hottest guy at nyu.

10. still desperately trying to trigger those morning neurons which get the brain in an opinionated frenzy.  BEAR with me guys....it'll come back.

11. this market blows goats...

12:02 PM

completely and utterly at a loss of text lately...i've tried though, kept a semi ms word journal, but nothing coherent enough or public enough to share to the masses....but in light of my lack of journalistic prowess...my photographer instincts shall hopefully provide the missing action on my page....

7:22 AM