Last night, N and I walked around Williamsburg.  The real Williamsburg, south of Broadway: chock full of Hasidic jews.  We bought some interesting candy and took it all in, and I realized I'm a douche for never exploring that area before.  I've had severe wanderlust lately.  Wanderlust as in lust for wandering down the fucking block from where I ( Read more... )

I am perpetually busy.  I used to have spare time.  Boredom is something I only experience when I'm doing something I don't want to do (a monotonous task at work, cleaning the kitchen floor, etc).  I know that at one point in my life,  I would get bored because I literally had nothing to do.  I guess I'm glad those days are over ( Read more... )

In music-listenin terms, the last two days have been spent obsessing over the music of my youth -- namely, Faith No More (well, Angel Dust anyway) and Mr. Bungle. I was really onto somethin' there when I was in high school. It's amazing how well Angel Dust and all of the Mr. Bungle albums have held up over the years. Also amazed, in retrospect, ( Read more... )

If you live in or near New York City, and you have even a slight appreciation for Indian food, drop whatever it is you're doing this instant and go to Angon on Sixth. It is, hands down, the best fuckin Indian food, ever. It blows away what I had in London. That crap I ate there was just that -- crap ( Read more... )

...lest this journal becomes even deadder than it already is. Notes in brief: * The new place is swell, and I dig the neighborhood, and I like my neighbors. One nice surprise: I didn't realize the J train is just as close to my apt as the L train, which means I can get to the Lower East Side (NYisSOcool!) in just two stops, and I have a Plan B if ( Read more... )

My new obsession. Friendster meets LiveJournal's "now playing" meets online radio? Y'all should try it. Be sure to get the plugin for Winamp (or whatever you use) so that it automatically records what you listen to.

+ My trip to England was very nice. I feel refreshed and inspired by it, which is the sign of a good trip, I think. It made me realize that I really need to put a higher priority on travelling. First part of the trip, the countryside, was completely culture shock (in a good way), and easily more memorable than the London part. Not to downplay ( Read more... )

I am finally all moved in. The ordeal is over. I didn't realize how stressed I was about the whole thing, but now that I'm done, I feel a million times better. I still have to unpack, I still have to paint the living room, but now there's no deadline. Also met most of the other people who live in the building, and none of them appear to be ( Read more... )

It's 1996 again, and I'm obsessed w/ The Sisters Of Mercy and TNI by Front Line Assembly.  The former is surprisingly good and holds its own well after all these years.  The latter suffers from the usual horrendous lyrics and vocals, but still rocks so hard that it's okay.  Also, Mr. Leeb somehow manages to tuck the really awful bits (eg: "digital ( Read more... )

Thanksgiving was Thanksgiving was Thanksgiving. Went to Ridgewood, visited the grandparents. It was as festive as a trip to the Country Club on Thanksgiving could be. There was much anti-liberal sentiment in the air; I managed to avoid involvement in almost all said conversation. Complaints aside, it was a good time ( Read more... )