the special one

the rock

i really enjoy the company of my closest friends from high school. trinity swim meet, bobbito's apt, rock-climbing with zizzle. i should take more photos - writing about things is difficult when my forearms have been blasted from hanging onto a square inch of fake rock.

i WILL take more photos. i also WILL stop floating along and move through life with purpose.

read this:

http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200801/fallows-chinese-dollars

http://nymag.com/news/features/42595/

poof, i'm gone

Wollongong

Xmas

South Ferry

2008

things that are/will be superb

posting blog entries via email from my mobile (see below)
murdering NASD exams
talking to people without wanting anything from them
new shoes. lots of them. already.
dressing like a prick and being loved for it
an overload of athletics
venezia
the games of the 29th olympiad
warm weather, thanks to both global warming and natural progression of the seasons
slaying CFA1 and laughing about it afterwards
attending offbeat underground events with open-minded friends
allocating time efficiently thereby increasing productivity in all facets of life
keeping a positive outlook
offsite
nation-building by me on the phone/internet
the dark knight starring christian bale and heath ledger
the concession
family, extended, immediate, and adopted

"it's a new year"
- clef

2007

Things that were great/monumental events

Aborted thesis
Academic collapse
Fogg events - secret rooms
Playing a lot of Super Smash Bros
Chelsea football in Eliot
Losing $300 on an Indian reservation
The Cape
Dover garden parties
Commencement speeches - twin Bill
Tavern
Kyoto
Banco de Lingo
Jenn's birthday
Hurstville
Al-Qahirah
Manly
Wollongong
Wentworth Falls - soaked
Maria - future

locale

i am here.

locale

i am here.

stone free

i just chanced upon the orlando magic website, and something about the aesthetics of it just made me YEARN something FIERCE for the experience of being out and about at night in florida. wide and pristine streets, immensely clear night skies, a soft breeze, all that perverse art deco... new york is killing me. i have to get out of here.

i'm having good nights with great people, but the sensation of being stuffed in a bar with a handful of friends and hundreds of strangers reminds me of scenes from the holocaust where they crammed people into traincars.

the snow today almost made me want to shoot myself. i content myself with the fact that in little less than a week i will be chatting with accented girls on the corso while holding a basket of fish & chips.