Thursdays after work

time management

i can't keep going out like this. i have a million things to do. what was i thinking?!?!?

time management

"if it's the weekend... then at any given moment i'm partying."

brilliant.

Opportunity cost

There is simply too much going on in the world. In sunny sandy places
thousands of miles away, full of blue skies and mosques and scorpions.
I have to get out of here. Soon.

Weekend

The NYSE.

Great week. Kind of a blah weekend. I guess I have 10 more hours to
make it great. Off I go.

time

i need more time. but i won't get it. with the limited time that i have, i find it a challenge to pursue activities outside a streamlined core: work, study, lift/run, go out. i have made strides towards engaging in more offbeat activities outside of this core (see below), to break up the routine of work life - i enjoy my work life, but i hate routine and simplicity as ideas. anyway, i would argue that this focus on how to allocate my time and energy will lead me to strip out waste of these resources. this is a good thing.

over the course of my life there have been several watershed moments where my collision with a piece of work, a body of thought, or a mindframe of interpretation has altered the way i perceive and look at the world. one of the major moments (probably the only one i can clearly pin down) is my time spent studying economics in college. thanks to my wonderful professors. optimizing allocation to maximize utility... BRILLIANT.

other today notes:
super magic fingers massage parlor
buying more clothes

My Saturday night

I live for this - underground art shows, then late late dinners in clandestine restaurants with longtime friends, and then going to house parties and getting hit on. LOVE IT

OUT

rihanna - umbrella
stevie wonder - my cherie amour
cake - love you madly
madeleine peyroux - dance me to the end of love
raphael saadiq - just me and you

This is good

Cheese and grapes. Brilliant.

Life as a disaffected child of privilege

Yesterday was such an odd day. For a large part of the day I failed to accomplish anything meaningful, whatever that means. In the afternoon I met up with my good friend Zizzle at the 59th St Rec Center to do some rock climbing. That neighborhood is a wasteland. Nothing about it engenders any kind of happiness or optimism at all. It's nothing but bleak gray old run down buildings and destitute car lots. The Rec Center itself is a claustrophobic ancient relic of a gymish nature. After climbing several narrow staircases that looked like they belonged in a (New York City) public school, we arrived at this medium-sized room with skylight two stories up. The floridly painted walls were covered in little handholds and long ropes dangled from the ceiling to the floor. The space itself reminded me of a small church, with its high walls and light streaming in and casting stretched shadows throughout the space. Despite the large number of hipsters getting their climb on, and the harness cutting into my nuts, I enjoyed the experience very much.

In the evening I traveled with my good friend Bobbito to the Financial District for a loft party where everyone was a semester out of college. I failed to close any of the large number of gorgeous Indian girls there. They all remained standing with bad posture, one arm folded clutching their clutches under other arm, which clutched a cigarette and red solo cup. While listening to a short plain Allison, I spaced out and took in the towering buildings. While I enjoy the wider streets of the FinDis, I realized that there is just something so unnatural about the built environment in the neighborhood. Whether through existential crisis or excessive drug use, I started feeling a giant pile of angst crumpling inside my chest like a solo cup. The walls and floors began to undulate and ripple like granite lakes.

God help me.