luna park

boom. making things happen.

closer (2004)

the finish

my last unencumbered weekend led to blowing a quarter of a wan within twelve hours, and a whole bunch of rash decision-making, confrontation with strangers, and drunkenness, with frequent overlaps. to be honest the weekend felt like a three-day version of the "smack my bitch up" music video by the prodigy. tomorrow is the weekday, but it won't feel like a weekday for me because i don't have work yet. it will feel very much like a weekend day because i will be running errands, watching film, and eating outdoors.

the peerless max roach passed away on thursday. i got a call about it that evening and as soon as i picked up the phone i was overtaken by this feeling of dread. there was a feeling of inevitability about it, so much so that when i saw his obit on the front page of the times the next morning i couldn't muster a reaction. there are no words for genius of his magnitude, especially when combined with how energetic and poised he was.

sade - never as good as the first time

"the rose we remember
the thorns we forget
we love and leave
and never spend a minute on regret"

x-files

i came to a stark realization yesterday. a guy was selling a red 8gb ipod nano on craigslist and i met him on 125 and st nick in the late afternoon. it was a poor, generic, dirty fob named victor, maybe 18-20yrs old, with braces. the ipod retails for 250, and he was selling this one (three days old) for 200.

i negotiated his offer down to 165 when i realized: i trust no one. why get fucked over by a stranger? despite the 34% discount i hated the look of this kid. so i declined.

he then had the nerve to ask me for five dollars to cover the ten minutes he had waited for me. i briefly considered launching into a mini-lecture on the difference between fixed costs and sunk costs, but instead politely yet firmly declined.

something about ipods makes them a very different craigslist purchase from dorm room furniture. or maybe it was just the filth of this kid. either way. let me leave with a quote from marshall bruce mathers:

"fuck everybody."
- 8 mile

sunday

what a great weekend.
(un)fortunately i have an interview tomorrow morning which i must stay up all night preparing for. but, i'm going to home sweet home (a spot on chrystie st) for a sick lineup instead. a decision i will regret in three months when i'm facedown in a gutter.

50 cent is the future

50 cent keeps a close eye on what he puts into his body: no alcohol, lots of vitaminwater, and the occasional bullet. in 2004 he obtained a minority equity stake in energy brands, inc., aka glaceau, in return for his representation of vitaminwater and related products. when coca-cola announced its $4.1B acquisition of glaceau in q3 of this year, 50 netted $100M from the deal alone.
g-unit.

the deathly hallows

believe it or not, i finished harry potter 7. between all the going out on rooftops, international football in pubs, trips to the gym with my mother, outdoor meals with college friends, and reading this book, i have gotten about four hours of sleep since thursday evening. unfortunately i have an interview tomorrow which i must now prepare for.
merlin's foot.

bitches

what is intimacy? is it a feeling or a situation? i guess that depends on whether only one person in a scenario enjoys it. in the great maelstrom of life a person looks for someone he can share secrets with. deep secrets, not "i tripped today and i felt so stupid" but deep dark haunting secrets he can't tell his parents or childhood friends or perhaps even his brother. could intimacy ever be uneven and one-sided with a special person? when one person truly and genuinely believed that real intimacy existed, and the other didn't? probably.

a girl i used to see, helga, believe it or not, buzzed her hair. now she looks like a half-asian demi moore from g.i. jane. luckily for her (and my respect for her) she has very feminine features so there aren't the awkard problems of androgyny.
still... what the fuck.

malouda

the special ones.