Friday, May 10, 2002

Ja...son garak jom jabuh dengyo...chugiyo...
(Pull my finger, comrade)



Kim Dae Jung didn't know how to break it to his North Korean counterpart that dynamite was simply not accepted in Rock, Paper Scissors.

Thursday, May 09, 2002

* NY OR LA? * OK, USA! *


A phone rings.

    HI, AL.

    OH?

    IN MA OR PA?

    ME?

    OK.

Peter hangs up phone.





ps. Today I didn't even have to use my AK...


pps. Why WY, Y.?!!!

Wednesday, May 08, 2002

We went to our adjunct professor Steven Silverman's high-rise apartment yesterday for my Cultural Affairs class. He's got a really nice place way downtown, about 1 block away from the WTC. Steven is the editor of People.com and he really knows how to get his wine on. The shit was flowing freely and his red face got even redder as the night went on. It was pretty strange, though, the two guest speakers were: a correspondent for the London Times who loved talking about himself rather than the business, and some lady who works in advertising by day and freelances stories mostly about New York's black elite, mostly to New York Magazine. whatever. I liked Silverman's dog Koko. It was a chocolate lab who liked to play tug-of-war with a chew toy. I entertained the crowd when I lifted Koko up into the air as she was hanging on to the chew toy with her teeth. Steven couldn't stop talking about that shit. Anyway, today I'll be going to the townhouse of my other adjunct professor, Marie Brenner, later this evening. I heard it's mad opulent. Uh, yeah.

I prefer this...




A coupla Columbia Univ dorks...


Filming at my school...




Now let us never speak of Spider Man again.


Min Jee hated going to the dentist with a passion.

Read the real caption here.

Tuesday, May 07, 2002

interesting.

Monday, May 06, 2002

Dreamweaver

I have weird dreams.

In the first, i escape from prison by swimming away. i had picked the lock on my leather shackles and make it home. when i get to my house (my childhood home) I look in the windows and it feels like i'm sneaking back into my house after a night of drinking. and of course, just like that shit, right when i finally decide to walk in my house my mom pops out of nowhere and greets me. I consider lying briefly and then i just tell her I escaped from jail. Instead of getting mad she's all business. She's like, do you want to flee to Korea? I was like, uh...yeah. so I find myself putting shit in my backback on this hilly street and for some reason i decide to railslide this big ledge. and instead of doing a railslide, i'm grinding and it's the smoothest move i've done in years, it feels like tony hawk on playstation. bah.

In the second dream, will smith is presenting for the soul train awards when all of a sudden he breaks from his speech to honor sheryl crow and ronald reagan for being great republicans. he was like, "10 years ago, sheryl was up for an award for republican teens and blah blah..."

yeah, i'm a weirdo.

* * *


Kery James - Attaque contre Attaque - "Hardcore son esprit parce que la vie est une tasse / Pas question de baisser mon slip m�me si je veux brasser des liasses / Mon concept est direct, il refl�te ma fa�on d'�tre..."

Tony Touch f. Wu-Tang Clan - RZA - "Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces / Don't worry about the weed or pussy, I read books / I'm liable to mate ya king with three rooks / You see the Wu W raised in black fists / Maybe Tony Touch, Concord needle will scratch this / The ice cube link you bought, from the Jew for 80 G's / was only appraised at fourty-two..."

Fugazi - Burning Too - "We are consumed by society / We are obsessed with variety / We are all filled with anxiety / That this world would not survive..."

Sunday, May 05, 2002

The real choiboi

nice work, buddy.








K.J. Choi of South Korea watches his shot from the fringe of the sixth hole during the final round of the Compaq Classic in New Orleans, Sunday, May 5, 2002. Choi parred the hole and went on to win the tournament by four strokes with a 17-under-par 271 to become the first South Korean winner in PGA Tour history. (AP Photo/Andrew J. Cohoon)


Beat Street

Why is it that every time I get drunk and there is a dance floor I always feel inclined to break dance? Who knows...but perhaps I'm getting better at refraining from being an idiot. Yesterday at the Bowery Bar I started to do some shit but stopped right before getting down n dirty with the groundwork. That place was aite. Not really my scene, though. Too many corporate types which made sense b/c Orly is like that herself. She's takin her series 7 soon and she's workin at some hedge fund...anyway, it was her birthday and so i went with teri and i got drunk. the end.