Saturday, August 30, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
2008 Campaign- Democrats
I think that if the Democrats really want to win the Presidential election this year, they better get more passionate and angry and yes, attack the Bush/Cheney years and the McSame years to come. For god sake, Bush has a 27% approval rating for a reason.
I'm worried about Obama's professorial tone. He needs to get more personal and use the mantra: McSame, Bush McCain ticket, etc. Use fear and anger and sprinkle it with hope, not the other way around. Fear and anger motivates the masses. It works.
John Kerry had the same frckn problem. Too nice, cerebral and just reactive.
Presidential election is a not high stakes game of cards played by well meaning gentleman around a table. It never was. It's a gladitorial sport where people (should) bleed, lose limbs, and die. The Dems. have to step up. The Republicans know what game this is far better.
I remember the Oscar winning movie, 'Network' where at one point the news anchor goes insane and tells people from his newscast to go to their windows, open it, and shout: "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!!!" and people did. It was a wonderful scene and I think that alot of people these days feel the same way.
The Dems. have to provoke a revolution not just stoically convince people to arrive there through logic. The Democrats (Obama) need to go reptilian! Bipartisanship later.
I'm worried about Obama's professorial tone. He needs to get more personal and use the mantra: McSame, Bush McCain ticket, etc. Use fear and anger and sprinkle it with hope, not the other way around. Fear and anger motivates the masses. It works.
John Kerry had the same frckn problem. Too nice, cerebral and just reactive.
Presidential election is a not high stakes game of cards played by well meaning gentleman around a table. It never was. It's a gladitorial sport where people (should) bleed, lose limbs, and die. The Dems. have to step up. The Republicans know what game this is far better.
I remember the Oscar winning movie, 'Network' where at one point the news anchor goes insane and tells people from his newscast to go to their windows, open it, and shout: "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!!!" and people did. It was a wonderful scene and I think that alot of people these days feel the same way.
The Dems. have to provoke a revolution not just stoically convince people to arrive there through logic. The Democrats (Obama) need to go reptilian! Bipartisanship later.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
The Talented Mr. O'Biden
I'm so happy that Obama picked Biden as his running mate.
I have always been a BIG fan of Joseph Biden. Many of you may not know this but I'm a pretty hardcore political junkie and I used to watch C-Span religiously (for hours) on important hearings like the Judicial Committee hearings when it came to Supreme Court justices and the Foreign Relations Committee on Iraq (first and the second one). So, I've seen Biden intensely for the past 20 years or so and he never seized to impress me with his oration, personality, and common sense as the leader of these two very important committees.
However, I didn't know until recently that he came from a poor background nor that he got elected as a Senator at the age of 29! and that his wife and daughter were killed in a car accident. In recent months, I saw him speak about it and how hard that was and how his faith was tested and how he thought about killing himself many times. But he came out stronger. I love people who had been through hardships and come out on top. Triumph over hardships and sufferings. It's heroic. [McCain did too obiviously. But his policies are too similar to Bush's.]
Biden was FOR the second Iraq war (as I was after 9/11; "kill your enemies before they stand up to kill you."-- Old Testamentesque) But he was also one of the first along with his colleagues who I also admire: Luger and Hagel, to come down hard on Rumsfeld and the Cheney administration on the horrific and heineous execution of the war.
You all will have to see him speak to understand what I am talking about. Biden has a first class mind, has a down to earth way of saying things, and his judgement is crystal. He also knows foreign affairs inside out.
I also have to give credit to Obama for being so wise to pick Biden. Biden is a Deleware senator. Deleware only has 3 electoral votes. So Deleware is not what Obama is after. But a trustworthy and wise Statesman who can help him think through complex issues and govern. Biden is the anti-Cheney.
Now we have the perfect team, the Messiah and his John the Baptist. Thank the gods.
I have always been a BIG fan of Joseph Biden. Many of you may not know this but I'm a pretty hardcore political junkie and I used to watch C-Span religiously (for hours) on important hearings like the Judicial Committee hearings when it came to Supreme Court justices and the Foreign Relations Committee on Iraq (first and the second one). So, I've seen Biden intensely for the past 20 years or so and he never seized to impress me with his oration, personality, and common sense as the leader of these two very important committees.
However, I didn't know until recently that he came from a poor background nor that he got elected as a Senator at the age of 29! and that his wife and daughter were killed in a car accident. In recent months, I saw him speak about it and how hard that was and how his faith was tested and how he thought about killing himself many times. But he came out stronger. I love people who had been through hardships and come out on top. Triumph over hardships and sufferings. It's heroic. [McCain did too obiviously. But his policies are too similar to Bush's.]
Biden was FOR the second Iraq war (as I was after 9/11; "kill your enemies before they stand up to kill you."-- Old Testamentesque) But he was also one of the first along with his colleagues who I also admire: Luger and Hagel, to come down hard on Rumsfeld and the Cheney administration on the horrific and heineous execution of the war.
You all will have to see him speak to understand what I am talking about. Biden has a first class mind, has a down to earth way of saying things, and his judgement is crystal. He also knows foreign affairs inside out.
I also have to give credit to Obama for being so wise to pick Biden. Biden is a Deleware senator. Deleware only has 3 electoral votes. So Deleware is not what Obama is after. But a trustworthy and wise Statesman who can help him think through complex issues and govern. Biden is the anti-Cheney.
Now we have the perfect team, the Messiah and his John the Baptist. Thank the gods.
Pros and Cons of Having a Girl Friend
The Cons first :):
CON:
1) Doing stuff that I dont want to do (like Brunch at Noon or Rollerblading in the park);
2) Paying for everything;
3) Limiting my independence.
PRO:
1) Memories (creating and sharing them);
2) Snuggling in bed;
3) Doing things that I'm too lazy to do on my own but want to do (like, driving up to Maine and hiking, biking, whitewater rafting, going skiing together, going to flea markets and thrift stores, shopping together, cooking for her and her cooking for me, dinner parties, dressing up for Halloween together, movie nights, going to plays, operas, concerts, and cabarets with her, doing craft things like Martha Stewart type projects, dancing in the living room (cheek to cheek) to a Gershwin tune)
4) Romance (with kisses and caresses)
I'm a lone wolf. I'm comfortable with it. But I need to get out of my comfort zone. She has to be attractive, slender, fun, fashionable, smart, silly, responsible, and have nice legs and feet (high arches and look great in heels). I wont settle but I'm willing to give in :).
I want to be in love. Love is worth the hurt.
CON:
1) Doing stuff that I dont want to do (like Brunch at Noon or Rollerblading in the park);
2) Paying for everything;
3) Limiting my independence.
PRO:
1) Memories (creating and sharing them);
2) Snuggling in bed;
3) Doing things that I'm too lazy to do on my own but want to do (like, driving up to Maine and hiking, biking, whitewater rafting, going skiing together, going to flea markets and thrift stores, shopping together, cooking for her and her cooking for me, dinner parties, dressing up for Halloween together, movie nights, going to plays, operas, concerts, and cabarets with her, doing craft things like Martha Stewart type projects, dancing in the living room (cheek to cheek) to a Gershwin tune)
4) Romance (with kisses and caresses)
I'm a lone wolf. I'm comfortable with it. But I need to get out of my comfort zone. She has to be attractive, slender, fun, fashionable, smart, silly, responsible, and have nice legs and feet (high arches and look great in heels). I wont settle but I'm willing to give in :).
I want to be in love. Love is worth the hurt.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
New Olympic Sports
I think that the following should also be Olympic sports events: billiards, thumb wrestling, arm wrestling, hop scotch, hot dog eating, rock paper and scissors, kite fighting, juggling, poker, pole dancing, pebble skipping, fishing, hunting, sky diving, speed reading, speed text messaging, ballroom dancing, beer pong, quarters, and tic tac toe.
These are all competitive sports that require tremendous amount of discipline, dedication, and training to be the best. And like most of the traditional Olympic sports (excluding Equestrian such as Dressage), it requires the athelete to stand while sporting (note: excluding poker and tic tac toe).
These are all competitive sports that require tremendous amount of discipline, dedication, and training to be the best. And like most of the traditional Olympic sports (excluding Equestrian such as Dressage), it requires the athelete to stand while sporting (note: excluding poker and tic tac toe).
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Flattery
will get you everywhere.
I love flattery. Most people do. It's how it's done that some people do not like.- La Rochefocauld. But when it comes to the category of "You look great!" it doesn't matter how its done. People like people who like them and the easiest way to show it is by saying you look great!
"How do you look so great all of the time?" "By making it a habit to be around perfectly charming people like you!" [Paraphrasing Wilde's 'An Ideal Husband']
I also say, "I congratulate you on your fantastic taste."
I've had many compliments from men and women in the past. "I love your outfit." "I love your shoes." "Are you in fashion?" "Are you a photographer?" "You're the best looking guy here." The last one here was from last week. As soon as I walked into Bungalow and went to the somewhat crowded bar for a drink after slicing through the dance area, a girl said this to me and although she wasn't my type, I chatted with her and got her a martnini. Cheers and bravo.
I like to think and often say that my only affirmation is me. But from time to time, it's great to be flattered.
On the other hand, anti-flattery, is awful. "Have you lost weight?" "You're so skinny." "You look tired." First off, I'm a dandy. I'm supposed to be thin. It keeps my closet in full bloom and it permits me to wear a full spectrum of fashion from preppie to punk rock. All visuals are at my disposal. Secondly, "Yeah, tired of looking at and watching your mouth move."
Btw, I don't say "How are you?" to my friends. Instead, I greet my guy friends, "Hi handsome. What would you like to drink?" and to my gals, I say, "You look gorgeous. So good to see you. Champagne, wine?" :)!
Then we start our night with a smile and another beautiful night is born. Aurora Borealis.
I love flattery. Most people do. It's how it's done that some people do not like.- La Rochefocauld. But when it comes to the category of "You look great!" it doesn't matter how its done. People like people who like them and the easiest way to show it is by saying you look great!
"How do you look so great all of the time?" "By making it a habit to be around perfectly charming people like you!" [Paraphrasing Wilde's 'An Ideal Husband']
I also say, "I congratulate you on your fantastic taste."
I've had many compliments from men and women in the past. "I love your outfit." "I love your shoes." "Are you in fashion?" "Are you a photographer?" "You're the best looking guy here." The last one here was from last week. As soon as I walked into Bungalow and went to the somewhat crowded bar for a drink after slicing through the dance area, a girl said this to me and although she wasn't my type, I chatted with her and got her a martnini. Cheers and bravo.
I like to think and often say that my only affirmation is me. But from time to time, it's great to be flattered.
On the other hand, anti-flattery, is awful. "Have you lost weight?" "You're so skinny." "You look tired." First off, I'm a dandy. I'm supposed to be thin. It keeps my closet in full bloom and it permits me to wear a full spectrum of fashion from preppie to punk rock. All visuals are at my disposal. Secondly, "Yeah, tired of looking at and watching your mouth move."
Btw, I don't say "How are you?" to my friends. Instead, I greet my guy friends, "Hi handsome. What would you like to drink?" and to my gals, I say, "You look gorgeous. So good to see you. Champagne, wine?" :)!
Then we start our night with a smile and another beautiful night is born. Aurora Borealis.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
"Gossip Girl Here"
I was a big fan of Melrose Place way back when. Now Gossip Girl and Lipstick Jungle.
This ad is right outside of my apartment building. I like it. Very 'Cruel Intentions' 'Dangerous Liasons' Tres Serpentine.
Obama vs. McCain
McCain kicked Obama's ass in the CNN interview. I may vote for McCain.
You would have had to seen what I saw (all 2 hrs.) to know what I'm talking about. I was a (hardcore) Obama guy (change, youth, democrat... as far away as George Bush as possible. NO MORE Cowboy Bush!) until this interview. McCain is no Bush.
Obama is smarter but McCain is WISER! Wisdom wins (for me). I was extremely surprised how it went. I was biased towards (i.e. FOR..) Obama to begin with. [He's a genius and an alumnus of my alma mater too, afterall.]
I cant believe it myself. Let's see how the pending debates pan out.
But wow, McCain was incredible tonight. Sincerity, honor, and wisdom vs. Obama's tight logical rhetoric. Kindda like Kirk vs. Spock... for the Captain's seat.
Anyway, just get Bush (and Chaney) out! The worst "President" that we have ever had. Ever.
You would have had to seen what I saw (all 2 hrs.) to know what I'm talking about. I was a (hardcore) Obama guy (change, youth, democrat... as far away as George Bush as possible. NO MORE Cowboy Bush!) until this interview. McCain is no Bush.
Obama is smarter but McCain is WISER! Wisdom wins (for me). I was extremely surprised how it went. I was biased towards (i.e. FOR..) Obama to begin with. [He's a genius and an alumnus of my alma mater too, afterall.]
I cant believe it myself. Let's see how the pending debates pan out.
But wow, McCain was incredible tonight. Sincerity, honor, and wisdom vs. Obama's tight logical rhetoric. Kindda like Kirk vs. Spock... for the Captain's seat.
Anyway, just get Bush (and Chaney) out! The worst "President" that we have ever had. Ever.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Bronzino- Portrait of a Young Man
Beautiful, standard example of Mannerist art. One of my favorites at the Met.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Mexicans
Hola and fck u too mi hermano!
This city needs Mexicans because without this voluntary slave class (note: NOT a prescription but a description, i.e. a fact; slave wages and slave responsibilities--i feel bad for them and their current station sometimes), no one else will do their job (i.e. delivering food, cleaning the tables, selling cheap flowers, etc). But god, many of them are frckn dense. What's worse is that their ancestors built the Mayan Pyramids, Palenque, and Macchu Pichu (Peruvian... same thing). How great the fall! It's a shame. Montezuma must be rolling in his grave.
I was hungry in the morning and was in a mood for a hot dog. I wanted to go to Gray's Papayas or Nathan's on 14th St. But figured that the $12 round trip in a cab wasn't worth it. So, I decided on 2nd Ave. Deli (on 33rd and 3rd Ave.) which is 3 blocks from me.
It's where I get my $16 pastrami sandwich. Despite the price, which is double the regular kosher deli prices, I simply love their pastrami. So, I get it once a week anyway. Afterall, I don't do Daniel or Nobu every week so hey.
I asked for a hot dog with everything on it (naturally, $4, fckn rip off prices. Even the hot dog in Loew's movie theater is cheaper. Note: I'm what you call pound foolish, penny wise. Jacket $1,000? What a bargain! Hot dog $4? Fck u! :) and a quarter pound of chopped liver to go (for breakfast). Next thing I see as I peer through the glass counter is this 4'11" Mexican boy heaping a hay full of sauerkraut. I said to him. "Please, not so much." So, he shaves it off completely. No sauerkraut. Then after that I peer again, ketchup. The entire hot dog was completely drenched in ketchup. So, I screamed.. "too much!"
I was thinking to myself. First off, why are these Mexicans so fckn stupid. Second, why are they so fckn short?! I mean, I'm not a tall guy. I'm average Korean size 5'8"[I'm Short]. But I think a man should be no shorter than 5'5"... in my opinion. Otherwise, one is not human species but a dwarf species.
Anyway, this guy couldn't even make a hot dog! Then of course, I heard him whisper something "chino" to his Mexican buddy next to him. Probably some slander. I try not to complain with low level people because they can NEVER take a criticism or a correction because they take it personally vs. oh, the customer is saying something to me and I need to be more attentive.
Again, how did these people build the fckn pyramids?! [Btw, I climbed Chichen Itza a few years ago and I tried to squeeze my credit card through one of the 10 ton block crevices and it wouldn't fit. That's how precisely engineered it was!] What the hell happened to these people?!
This city needs Mexicans because without this voluntary slave class (note: NOT a prescription but a description, i.e. a fact; slave wages and slave responsibilities--i feel bad for them and their current station sometimes), no one else will do their job (i.e. delivering food, cleaning the tables, selling cheap flowers, etc). But god, many of them are frckn dense. What's worse is that their ancestors built the Mayan Pyramids, Palenque, and Macchu Pichu (Peruvian... same thing). How great the fall! It's a shame. Montezuma must be rolling in his grave.
I was hungry in the morning and was in a mood for a hot dog. I wanted to go to Gray's Papayas or Nathan's on 14th St. But figured that the $12 round trip in a cab wasn't worth it. So, I decided on 2nd Ave. Deli (on 33rd and 3rd Ave.) which is 3 blocks from me.
It's where I get my $16 pastrami sandwich. Despite the price, which is double the regular kosher deli prices, I simply love their pastrami. So, I get it once a week anyway. Afterall, I don't do Daniel or Nobu every week so hey.
I asked for a hot dog with everything on it (naturally, $4, fckn rip off prices. Even the hot dog in Loew's movie theater is cheaper. Note: I'm what you call pound foolish, penny wise. Jacket $1,000? What a bargain! Hot dog $4? Fck u! :) and a quarter pound of chopped liver to go (for breakfast). Next thing I see as I peer through the glass counter is this 4'11" Mexican boy heaping a hay full of sauerkraut. I said to him. "Please, not so much." So, he shaves it off completely. No sauerkraut. Then after that I peer again, ketchup. The entire hot dog was completely drenched in ketchup. So, I screamed.. "too much!"
I was thinking to myself. First off, why are these Mexicans so fckn stupid. Second, why are they so fckn short?! I mean, I'm not a tall guy. I'm average Korean size 5'8"[I'm Short]. But I think a man should be no shorter than 5'5"... in my opinion. Otherwise, one is not human species but a dwarf species.
Anyway, this guy couldn't even make a hot dog! Then of course, I heard him whisper something "chino" to his Mexican buddy next to him. Probably some slander. I try not to complain with low level people because they can NEVER take a criticism or a correction because they take it personally vs. oh, the customer is saying something to me and I need to be more attentive.
Again, how did these people build the fckn pyramids?! [Btw, I climbed Chichen Itza a few years ago and I tried to squeeze my credit card through one of the 10 ton block crevices and it wouldn't fit. That's how precisely engineered it was!] What the hell happened to these people?!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Pyramid Girl
Met an interesting cute girl at my hang out on Saturday nite. Pyramid Club on 6th and A. I'm usually the only guy without a tatoo there. [Btw, one of my fantasy is to take a gal who can handle it from Bemelman's (6-8pm), The Met Opera (8-10pm), Buddakan (10- Midnight), Bijouix (Midnite to 1am), Pyramid (1am-2:30am), then Bungalow (2:30am-4:30am)].
Anyway, I saw this girl pull up to the bar next to me and I noticed her shirt. It was like a guy's shirt, with burgundy pencil stripe and a Nehru (almost, Member's Only collar) and I said hi to her and told her I like her shirt (said it was Diesel) and she told me that she likes my shirt too (I was wearing a grey Agnes B. with Hitler youth black stripes and black collar.I only wear it when I go to the Pyramid Club. 80s/Industrial music-- Fascist couture thing.) So, we talked for like 15 mins. (had a good rap going) and she ordered 3 Heineikens and I said, "btw, I'm Fred. What's your name?" I happen to ask while she was picking up the 3 bottles from the bar. The next thing I saw was her reaching out her right hand to shake my hand while she was saying "Niiiiii..cole."
As I awkwardly and formally reached out to meet her right hand, she staggered and in slow motion (time warp!) timbered backward with 2 Heinekens on her left hand and the 3rd one ALMOST nestled in her left armpit to the floor! She was out for the count. Apparently, she was drunk :(). Too bad. She was a cute brunette with green eyes. Damn!
Her friends carried her (horizontal) out of the Pyramid Club. Damn.
Anyway, I saw this girl pull up to the bar next to me and I noticed her shirt. It was like a guy's shirt, with burgundy pencil stripe and a Nehru (almost, Member's Only collar) and I said hi to her and told her I like her shirt (said it was Diesel) and she told me that she likes my shirt too (I was wearing a grey Agnes B. with Hitler youth black stripes and black collar.I only wear it when I go to the Pyramid Club. 80s/Industrial music-- Fascist couture thing.) So, we talked for like 15 mins. (had a good rap going) and she ordered 3 Heineikens and I said, "btw, I'm Fred. What's your name?" I happen to ask while she was picking up the 3 bottles from the bar. The next thing I saw was her reaching out her right hand to shake my hand while she was saying "Niiiiii..cole."
As I awkwardly and formally reached out to meet her right hand, she staggered and in slow motion (time warp!) timbered backward with 2 Heinekens on her left hand and the 3rd one ALMOST nestled in her left armpit to the floor! She was out for the count. Apparently, she was drunk :(). Too bad. She was a cute brunette with green eyes. Damn!
Her friends carried her (horizontal) out of the Pyramid Club. Damn.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
From Russia with Love
I've met plenty of Russian gals in Manhattan and I had concluded that they were all beautiful outside but gold diggers inside. The worst thing is that they are not even subtle about it. They exude a sense of entitlement. Give me this, give me that. Take me to the BEST restaurant etc.
Wellll, recently, I have met a few Russian gals who were actually not so obvious. One was at work a couple of years ago, Olga, beautiful raven brunette with piercing ice blue eyes who was a software quality assurance manager who always wore a skirt and prostitute shiney red high heels and sometimes with beautiful nude or black Wolford pantyhose. Obviously, I took smoke breaks with her several times a day and once I took her out after work to various bars with a last stop at Mercury and boy, she drank me under the table. After our 5th hour drinking, I was literrally going narcoleptic and took 20 second naps every 15 mins. while we were talking. It was surreal. Lost touch with her after I moved onto a different job though. She was married anyway so that's that. But boy, she was practically the only reason why I could get myself up to go to work. Smart as nails and definitely not a gold digger. She was an anthropological erotic specimen for my brain.
Tonight (last night.. whatever... when I was awake and out. I no longer measure my days according to the Gregorian calendar), I met another one of that cloth. Lanna with her friend Anna (of course) at Bungalow. Tonight was dead. No one was there. But at the bar, I felt good energy and I talked to her. Various things. I asked her if she wanted another drink and she actually said thanks but she'll get her own. I was impressed. Then we talked for like an hour and she tells me that she hates crowded places (I agreed) and she's not easily impressed about things or status (I cheered). Then she told me about Moscow because I asked and she told me that in many places there a table is $10,000 and Mojito's, considered exotic there, costs $60 per glass. I said, it would suck to be poor in Moscow (which is as a matter of fact, the most expensive city in the world) and she said, it would suck to be poor anywhere. But she said it with levity, not scorn.
So, that made me think. Maybe not all Russian girls are gold diggers wich was a breath of fresh air. Now, I also think that many many American girls are gold diggers too, and equally many, who are not, who just want a muscular Vinny to go to the Hamptons with packed into a 3 bdrm. spot with 20 people staying over (Yuck).
I adore beautiful girls who are independent who are smart, fun, and value their independence. I like gals who are not easily impressed. But rather, enjoy the beauty of a free flowing conversation and the moment. Too many girls nowadays want to be pampered and to be the alpha. That's a lost girl.
Yeah, got her number. Will probably be an expensive nite tonite if I make it that early (what does one call the time after midnight? afternite.. like afternoon? I'm an afternite guy :). Meeting her at the Bijouix (new place. cross between Gold Bar and the Submercer. Great people and good music. Minimal hiphop.). My success with European women is in the 90% zone. American women.. 20%. Warped ratio. Such different mentality and energy. The European sensibility is so compatible to my eyes and brain.
Wellll, recently, I have met a few Russian gals who were actually not so obvious. One was at work a couple of years ago, Olga, beautiful raven brunette with piercing ice blue eyes who was a software quality assurance manager who always wore a skirt and prostitute shiney red high heels and sometimes with beautiful nude or black Wolford pantyhose. Obviously, I took smoke breaks with her several times a day and once I took her out after work to various bars with a last stop at Mercury and boy, she drank me under the table. After our 5th hour drinking, I was literrally going narcoleptic and took 20 second naps every 15 mins. while we were talking. It was surreal. Lost touch with her after I moved onto a different job though. She was married anyway so that's that. But boy, she was practically the only reason why I could get myself up to go to work. Smart as nails and definitely not a gold digger. She was an anthropological erotic specimen for my brain.
Tonight (last night.. whatever... when I was awake and out. I no longer measure my days according to the Gregorian calendar), I met another one of that cloth. Lanna with her friend Anna (of course) at Bungalow. Tonight was dead. No one was there. But at the bar, I felt good energy and I talked to her. Various things. I asked her if she wanted another drink and she actually said thanks but she'll get her own. I was impressed. Then we talked for like an hour and she tells me that she hates crowded places (I agreed) and she's not easily impressed about things or status (I cheered). Then she told me about Moscow because I asked and she told me that in many places there a table is $10,000 and Mojito's, considered exotic there, costs $60 per glass. I said, it would suck to be poor in Moscow (which is as a matter of fact, the most expensive city in the world) and she said, it would suck to be poor anywhere. But she said it with levity, not scorn.
So, that made me think. Maybe not all Russian girls are gold diggers wich was a breath of fresh air. Now, I also think that many many American girls are gold diggers too, and equally many, who are not, who just want a muscular Vinny to go to the Hamptons with packed into a 3 bdrm. spot with 20 people staying over (Yuck).
I adore beautiful girls who are independent who are smart, fun, and value their independence. I like gals who are not easily impressed. But rather, enjoy the beauty of a free flowing conversation and the moment. Too many girls nowadays want to be pampered and to be the alpha. That's a lost girl.
Yeah, got her number. Will probably be an expensive nite tonite if I make it that early (what does one call the time after midnight? afternite.. like afternoon? I'm an afternite guy :). Meeting her at the Bijouix (new place. cross between Gold Bar and the Submercer. Great people and good music. Minimal hiphop.). My success with European women is in the 90% zone. American women.. 20%. Warped ratio. Such different mentality and energy. The European sensibility is so compatible to my eyes and brain.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
On The Street
Remember my blog(s) about people on the street: girls in flip flops, and guys in khakis? Ugly. Well, I think I might (at least temporarily) have changed my mind about that generica shock.
After another one of those sporadic sleepless nights, I had to walk across to my deli for some sustenance.
I just put on my Thomas Pink Blue pinstripe spread collar shirt, faded grey/black Emporio Armani skinny jeans w/ my Versace silver buckled belt (the last one they had of this kind in Manhattan when I bought it a year ago (I know this because it was a size too long so the clerk had to tap the Versace database and the only other one they had was in Beverly Hills so I just took the long one)), and my bone white Fratelli Rosetti yacht shoes (they look like something a geriatric ex-mob guy who had been relocated to Des Moine, Iowa under witness protection program would wear and my Michael Bastian light navy blue seer sucker jacket with side vent and working cuffs (2 out of the 4 buttons on each side undone as usual), Robert Marc shades on (the one that looks like the regular eye glasses YSL wore in the 70s) and walked across and back to my apt. in 4 mins. and it felt great. I felt like a leopard slicing through a herd of cattle.
So, in a perverse but in a comforting way, I felt great. Peacock! (Ok. too many mixed metaphors! Fck it. As God said to Moses, "I am that I am"... but not Popeye the Sailor man :).
Ironically, when I walk on Madison Ave. in mid-day after my hair cut(s) or shopping, and usually for relaxation, head to the Bemelmann's Bar at the Carlyle, back bar at the Four Seasons, the Penntop roof at the Peninsula, or the King Cole Bar at the St. Regis-- depending on my mood (btw, I'm going to check out the Rose Club at the renovated Plaza), I feel great for a different reason... people are dressed and groomed very nicely. They look like people, not like cattle. So, I feel great. In good company.
Btw, this kind of metaphor harkens me back to my college days when the question for my first philosophy essay was proposed as follows: "Would you rather be a satified pig or a dissatisfied Socrates?" Of course, being young and naive (note: "Youth is wasted on the young!"-- Wilde), I wrote 3 pages on why it's better to be a dissatisfied Socrates (knowledge, wisdom, etc. crap). But I realized after a few years that it is possible to be a satisfied Socrates... a principle that the Buddha subscribed to that later resonated with me, and that is, the perspective of joyful sorrow in the sufferings of the world. Basically, don't get your panties in knots because the world is hard, harsh, and ugly (or more succinctly put: "life is short and brutish"- Hobbes), just observe it and exercise compassion. Now, I have come to realize that compassion for me may not be possible in my current incarnation. But I can dispense 'amnesty.' So, my heuristic now is observe and forgive (or better yet, avoid whenever possible). In other words, I CAN be a satsified Socrates.
So, in a way, having acute aesthetic sensibilities (at least at a sartorial level) can be a blessing in my life. For when I see the cattle, my pride and vanity berths my glory, and conversely, when I see others who are well put together, I'm inspired and feel a sense of family. It's all 'good'! Satisfied Socrates. Yo yo yo, bro.
I wonder if I just had a Road to Domascus moment right here on Park Avenue?
[Albeit, I will still probably have my 'I came, I saw, I LEFT' moments :)]
After another one of those sporadic sleepless nights, I had to walk across to my deli for some sustenance.
I just put on my Thomas Pink Blue pinstripe spread collar shirt, faded grey/black Emporio Armani skinny jeans w/ my Versace silver buckled belt (the last one they had of this kind in Manhattan when I bought it a year ago (I know this because it was a size too long so the clerk had to tap the Versace database and the only other one they had was in Beverly Hills so I just took the long one)), and my bone white Fratelli Rosetti yacht shoes (they look like something a geriatric ex-mob guy who had been relocated to Des Moine, Iowa under witness protection program would wear and my Michael Bastian light navy blue seer sucker jacket with side vent and working cuffs (2 out of the 4 buttons on each side undone as usual), Robert Marc shades on (the one that looks like the regular eye glasses YSL wore in the 70s) and walked across and back to my apt. in 4 mins. and it felt great. I felt like a leopard slicing through a herd of cattle.
So, in a perverse but in a comforting way, I felt great. Peacock! (Ok. too many mixed metaphors! Fck it. As God said to Moses, "I am that I am"... but not Popeye the Sailor man :).
Ironically, when I walk on Madison Ave. in mid-day after my hair cut(s) or shopping, and usually for relaxation, head to the Bemelmann's Bar at the Carlyle, back bar at the Four Seasons, the Penntop roof at the Peninsula, or the King Cole Bar at the St. Regis-- depending on my mood (btw, I'm going to check out the Rose Club at the renovated Plaza), I feel great for a different reason... people are dressed and groomed very nicely. They look like people, not like cattle. So, I feel great. In good company.
Btw, this kind of metaphor harkens me back to my college days when the question for my first philosophy essay was proposed as follows: "Would you rather be a satified pig or a dissatisfied Socrates?" Of course, being young and naive (note: "Youth is wasted on the young!"-- Wilde), I wrote 3 pages on why it's better to be a dissatisfied Socrates (knowledge, wisdom, etc. crap). But I realized after a few years that it is possible to be a satisfied Socrates... a principle that the Buddha subscribed to that later resonated with me, and that is, the perspective of joyful sorrow in the sufferings of the world. Basically, don't get your panties in knots because the world is hard, harsh, and ugly (or more succinctly put: "life is short and brutish"- Hobbes), just observe it and exercise compassion. Now, I have come to realize that compassion for me may not be possible in my current incarnation. But I can dispense 'amnesty.' So, my heuristic now is observe and forgive (or better yet, avoid whenever possible). In other words, I CAN be a satsified Socrates.
So, in a way, having acute aesthetic sensibilities (at least at a sartorial level) can be a blessing in my life. For when I see the cattle, my pride and vanity berths my glory, and conversely, when I see others who are well put together, I'm inspired and feel a sense of family. It's all 'good'! Satisfied Socrates. Yo yo yo, bro.
I wonder if I just had a Road to Domascus moment right here on Park Avenue?
[Albeit, I will still probably have my 'I came, I saw, I LEFT' moments :)]
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Monkey Train Variation
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Koons' originals are oil on canvas. Sold in the hundreds of thousands of dollars price range. I need to learn the oil on canvas process. It's obviously photoshopped/ digital then somehow transferred on an analogue medium. Btw, he only comes up with the vision and the idea then his studio executes on the production of the piece. Good ol' studio system. That's what I want to do also.
Apparently the prints themselves are now being sold in museums for $3,000-$30,000range. Of course, Koons is a famous brand so his stuff will sell high. I want to follow his footstep with my own vision.
Monkey Train 2007- Jeff Koons
This is the kind of art that I want to create. I have many ideas. Post Pop art. Will first start at $5,000 a piece then move up to $50,000+ per pop. I can't wait to get started. I have to do it. Anything less than fame is not worth doing.
HP DesignJet Z6100 - 60" Large-Format Printer
This is the primary equipment that I will need to create/output my art. Costs $15,000and weighs 560 lbs. My art has to be 'art sized'
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