Made by Sean, for Sean…
The waffle shop that was two doors away from my place has closed. It was the closest place to get coffee and read the paper, so I’m a bit pissed off.
If you know of any coffee shops with counter service within three blocks of 3rd St and 1st Ave, please email me.
The waffle shop that was two doors away from my place has closed. It was the closest place to get coffee and read the paper, so I’m a bit pissed off.
If you know of any coffee shops with counter service within three blocks of 3rd St and 1st Ave, please email me.
Dan was in town last night, but we forgot to take the camera out. Upper left shows the youthful anger that has returned to me with short hair. I feel like punching someone. Upper right, espresso at Casa de Sean. Bottom, sleepy time Dan.
Fuck you.
Dan was in town last night, but we forgot to take the camera out. Upper left shows the youthful anger that has returned to me with short hair. I feel like punching someone. Upper right, espresso at Casa de Sean. Bottom, sleepy time Dan.
Fuck you.
I started a computer course last night at NYU to keep myself and my resume fresh. The teacher asked me to take a group photo, so here it is. I had to Photoshop myself in.
Note, if you want to meet a lot of pretty girls, do NOT take a computer class.
The class is in a high school which is causing more freaky flashbacks than I could ever relate. Brrr! the good thing is that those desks with the chair attached are the ideal device for cracking every joint in my back.
I started a computer course last night at NYU to keep myself and my resume fresh. The teacher asked me to take a group photo, so here it is. I had to Photoshop myself in.
Note, if you want to meet a lot of pretty girls, do NOT take a computer class.
The class is in a high school which is causing more freaky flashbacks than I could ever relate. Brrr! the good thing is that those desks with the chair attached are the ideal device for cracking every joint in my back.
The Weekend Recap: Friday night was just pathetic. Erik and I were two young men in New York city with pockets full of cash and nothing to do. We called all our friends, checked the movie listing, tried to rent a movie, looked at the concert schedule, played some video games; all of these left us bored and unsatisfied at 9:30. We hit the streets and wandered into a Turkish joint for a Dhoner Ka Bob and then to Lolita to harass Mike and his friend. Ended up having a decent time and conversation there, but it certainly wasn’t a stellar evening. Sometimes it is just way too much work to do something interesting. In hindsight I should have just given up right after work and hit the couch with a book.
Saturday, after having had such a dull Friday, I woke up early in the AM to turn my fortune around. I hurried out to run along the East River up to 23rd Street and then back down through the East Village on Avenue C, across 10th Street, along Tompkins’s Park, ending at the Post Office on 4th Ave. Due to repairs on the mailboxes in my building I have had to visit the Post Office every Saturday for the past month. When I was in line, I realized I should have walked a cool down lap around the block before entering the building. As soon as I stopped moving the sweat began to exude out of me in an alarming rate. The line, however, was not moving, and soon puddles of sweat had accumulated beneath my hands and legs. I looked like someone had hosed me down right on that spot. One of the benefits of living in a town with 8 million people is the anonymity. To the folks in the line I was just another sweaty freak and no one paid me any mind. I left as soon as possible and bought Gatorade at the next bodega. Is it in you? It’s in me.
At home, I cleaned the apartment and made picturesque breakfast that was tabled in concurrence with the start of the Penn State game. While I was munching on my eggs and hot sauce, PSU took control of the game and achieved a formidable lead. My day was already just peachy, and then the phone rang. “Hey, it’s really hot. We’re going to the beach.” It took Erik 35 seconds to convince me to abandon the game and a minute later I was walking up 1st Avenue to get picked up at the Bedford stop in colonial Williamsburg.
We went to Robert Moses Beach on Long Island and the sun was still very hot by the time we got there. What was even nicer was the water. Deemed a “one shock” temperature by Alex, despite the “Swimming Prohibited” signs we dove in. On an empty beach with very few women in bikinis, the default attraction has to be the waves. We spent at least two hours letting the surf beat us up, enjoying getting knocked head over heels. Dried off, took a walk, chilled, and then swam another hour. I really wanted to take advantage of my first and last trip to the beach on the last weekend of summer.
I got home from the beach just in time to meet Mary at the Bowery Ballroom to see the band Spoon. They rocked. Amazing live show. Double encore. I’ve got to remember to see more bands like I used to. I really like it. The trick is not to drink during the show so you don’t have to pee. Makes a world of difference.
Sunday was a sleep in, football, errands, pay bills, workout day. Sunday night I had some adventures and then watched the Sopranos with a friend. I got Taco Bell/KFC take out on the way home which has to be the most vile of things, but I was hungry. They forgot to put the extra tacos in the bag, which pissed me off but will probably add ten minutes to my life. Can you believe how long winded today’s caption is? I could use an editor. See the Site of the Day for an example of terse but thorough.
The Weekend Recap: Friday night was just pathetic. Erik and I were two young men in New York city with pockets full of cash and nothing to do. We called all our friends, checked the movie listing, tried to rent a movie, looked at the concert schedule, played some video games; all of these left us bored and unsatisfied at 9:30. We hit the streets and wandered into a Turkish joint for a Dhoner Ka Bob and then to Lolita to harass Mike and his friend. Ended up having a decent time and conversation there, but it certainly wasn’t a stellar evening. Sometimes it is just way too much work to do something interesting. In hindsight I should have just given up right after work and hit the couch with a book.
Saturday, after having had such a dull Friday, I woke up early in the AM to turn my fortune around. I hurried out to run along the East River up to 23rd Street and then back down through the East Village on Avenue C, across 10th Street, along Tompkins’s Park, ending at the Post Office on 4th Ave. Due to repairs on the mailboxes in my building I have had to visit the Post Office every Saturday for the past month. When I was in line, I realized I should have walked a cool down lap around the block before entering the building. As soon as I stopped moving the sweat began to exude out of me in an alarming rate. The line, however, was not moving, and soon puddles of sweat had accumulated beneath my hands and legs. I looked like someone had hosed me down right on that spot. One of the benefits of living in a town with 8 million people is the anonymity. To the folks in the line I was just another sweaty freak and no one paid me any mind. I left as soon as possible and bought Gatorade at the next bodega. Is it in you? It’s in me.
At home, I cleaned the apartment and made picturesque breakfast that was tabled in concurrence with the start of the Penn State game. While I was munching on my eggs and hot sauce, PSU took control of the game and achieved a formidable lead. My day was already just peachy, and then the phone rang. “Hey, it’s really hot. We’re going to the beach.” It took Erik 35 seconds to convince me to abandon the game and a minute later I was walking up 1st Avenue to get picked up at the Bedford stop in colonial Williamsburg.
We went to Robert Moses Beach on Long Island and the sun was still very hot by the time we got there. What was even nicer was the water. Deemed a “one shock” temperature by Alex, despite the “Swimming Prohibited” signs we dove in. On an empty beach with very few women in bikinis, the default attraction has to be the waves. We spent at least two hours letting the surf beat us up, enjoying getting knocked head over heels. Dried off, took a walk, chilled, and then swam another hour. I really wanted to take advantage of my first and last trip to the beach on the last weekend of summer.
I got home from the beach just in time to meet Mary at the Bowery Ballroom to see the band Spoon. They rocked. Amazing live show. Double encore. I’ve got to remember to see more bands like I used to. I really like it. The trick is not to drink during the show so you don’t have to pee. Makes a world of difference.
Sunday was a sleep in, football, errands, pay bills, workout day. Sunday night I had some adventures and then watched the Sopranos with a friend. I got Taco Bell/KFC take out on the way home which has to be the most vile of things, but I was hungry. They forgot to put the extra tacos in the bag, which pissed me off but will probably add ten minutes to my life. Can you believe how long winded today’s caption is? I could use an editor. See the Site of the Day for an example of terse but thorough.
Crikeys, where do I begin? I had been sick for several days and yesterday I finally started to feel healthy. I went for a run after work and afterward I felt like a guitar string. I glided on home and took a quick shower. While I was only half dressed there was a knock at the door and I opened it to find a strange African man and his daughter. They asked me for my electric bill. Normally, I would politely slam the door in a solicitor’s face, but I was in a rare mood so I let them in. After a a canned sales pitch he convinced me to switch energy providers. Either that or he began a long scheme of identity fraud and my accounts are being drained as I type this. Once I was able to shoo them away I headed over to One and One to meet Erik and Alex. I have a strong addiction to One and One’s chicken fingers, beer. I got smart this time and split an order with Erik so I didn’t make myself sick. The three of us snuck in a game of Grand Theft Auto III and then went to the Edge to meet some folks. After a few more adventures, some of them very good, we ended up playing darts with the guy in the picture. He’s the dancing guy who was moderately Internet famous for a week or so. It’s a strange world, but I really like it.
Crikeys, where do I begin? I had been sick for several days and yesterday I finally started to feel healthy. I went for a run after work and afterward I felt like a guitar string. I glided on home and took a quick shower. While I was only half dressed there was a knock at the door and I opened it to find a strange African man and his daughter. They asked me for my electric bill. Normally, I would politely slam the door in a solicitor’s face, but I was in a rare mood so I let them in. After a a canned sales pitch he convinced me to switch energy providers. Either that or he began a long scheme of identity fraud and my accounts are being drained as I type this. Once I was able to shoo them away I headed over to One and One to meet Erik and Alex. I have a strong addiction to One and One’s chicken fingers, beer. I got smart this time and split an order with Erik so I didn’t make myself sick. The three of us snuck in a game of Grand Theft Auto III and then went to the Edge to meet some folks. After a few more adventures, some of them very good, we ended up playing darts with the guy in the picture. He’s the dancing guy who was moderately Internet famous for a week or so. It’s a strange world, but I really like it.
Last night I walked two blocks to the famous CBGB to see the Coastal Drag rock out. I took about fifty pictures of the band for their website (www.coastaldrag.com) and just a few shots for the Pic of the Day. The best one may have been of the bathroom. It captured the essence of the punk rock club more than the stupid expression on my face in this shot.
About the show, they sounded great and the moderately sized crowd was into it. While they were breaking down, I told Mary how awesome it was and she replied that they sucked tonight, which is a habit of hers. I’m trying to break her of it. When a fan tells you that the show was good, the last thing they want to hear about is equipment failures they didn’t notice. The performer should just smile and say thanks…or spit on them depending what the moment calls for.
Last night I walked two blocks to the famous CBGB to see the Coastal Drag rock out. I took about fifty pictures of the band for their website (www.coastaldrag.com) and just a few shots for the Pic of the Day. The best one may have been of the bathroom. It captured the essence of the punk rock club more than the stupid expression on my face in this shot.
About the show, they sounded great and the moderately sized crowd was into it. While they were breaking down, I told Mary how awesome it was and she replied that they sucked tonight, which is a habit of hers. I’m trying to break her of it. When a fan tells you that the show was good, the last thing they want to hear about is equipment failures they didn’t notice. The performer should just smile and say thanks…or spit on them depending what the moment calls for.
On the way home last night I walked through the San Genaro Festival of Little Italy. It’s a bit creepy because of the carnies and a very scary clown that works the dunking booth, but it is definitely worth a look. I was most impressed by the spinning BBQs (see inset). Massive steaks were pinned to a metal cage that spun very rapidly above a fire.
Said to my cubicle neighbor Nick, “I just want to make money. I want to make lots and lots of money…and then retire.” I know you are thinking, “No shit,” but I believe it is a sentiment worth repeating. The retirement is the important part of the sentance, the money is just a facilitator.
On the way home last night I walked through the San Genaro Festival of Little Italy. It’s a bit creepy because of the carnies and a very scary clown that works the dunking booth, but it is definitely worth a look. I was most impressed by the spinning BBQs (see inset). Massive steaks were pinned to a metal cage that spun very rapidly above a fire.
Said to my cubicle neighbor Nick, “I just want to make money. I want to make lots and lots of money…and then retire.” I know you are thinking, “No shit,” but I believe it is a sentiment worth repeating. The retirement is the important part of the sentance, the money is just a facilitator.
Karen, myself, and Tricia celebrating Trish-dish’s birthday at Black and White last night. I had spent the day on the couch in a Nyquil haze, but I drug myself out to buy Tricia an Amstel Light, the only thing she will drink. Tricia has been in NYC so long and slugged it out in the music biz for so many years that she has achieved the level of coolness necessary to make drinking a yuppie beer like Amstel Light totally punk rock cool. Lots of hotties in attendance, but all I could talk about was how congested I felt before I left very early.
Another note on the weekend, on Sunday, I saw a boy on a bike get hit by a taxi cab. He was alright.
Karen, myself, and Tricia celebrating Trish-dish’s birthday at Black and White last night. I had spent the day on the couch in a Nyquil haze, but I drug myself out to buy Tricia an Amstel Light, the only thing she will drink. Tricia has been in NYC so long and slugged it out in the music biz for so many years that she has achieved the level of coolness necessary to make drinking a yuppie beer like Amstel Light totally punk rock cool. Lots of hotties in attendance, but all I could talk about was how congested I felt before I left very early.
Another note on the weekend, on Sunday, I saw a boy on a bike get hit by a taxi cab. He was alright.
Here’s the missing Lauren shot and a giant statue I walk by every day. I think it is a Picasso, but I know it is ugly.
Had a bad meal at the Chat-n-Chew last night. The sweet potato fries we saggy. My new litmus test for dates is the Fish Bar. If they like it, they have a chance. If not…sayonara sister. Stayed up late reading “Motherless Brooklyn”. It’s about a detective with Tourette’s.
I secretly really like Vitamin Water.
Here’s the missing Lauren shot and a giant statue I walk by every day. I think it is a Picasso, but I know it is ugly.
Had a bad meal at the Chat-n-Chew last night. The sweet potato fries we saggy. My new litmus test for dates is the Fish Bar. If they like it, they have a chance. If not…sayonara sister. Stayed up late reading “Motherless Brooklyn”. It’s about a detective with Tourette’s.
I secretly really like Vitamin Water.
Strangely enough, last night was great. We had a large turnout to the windy garden at DBA. We passed the camera around and everyone took a self portrait. The night finished at the Edge, the bar in my building. I like to call it the “living room”. I love gatherings. PS I know that Lauren is missing. I’ll fix that when I get home. Sorry, Lauren. I saw Janet’s blonde hair and thought I had already added your picture. I did this after the Edge last night, so you can imagine how I was.
Thank god for coffee and orange juice.
Strangely enough, last night was great. We had a large turnout to the windy garden at DBA. We passed the camera around and everyone took a self portrait. The night finished at the Edge, the bar in my building. I like to call it the “living room”. I love gatherings. PS I know that Lauren is missing. I’ll fix that when I get home. Sorry, Lauren. I saw Janet’s blonde hair and thought I had already added your picture. I did this after the Edge last night, so you can imagine how I was.
Thank god for coffee and orange juice.
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