October 31, 2007

Overheard in NYC: Drunk Gutter Wisdom

Allen @ 12:59 pm   |  Comments (1)
Filed under: Short Conversations

[Drunk man stumbles into the gutter on 8th Avenue, falling down and splashing water on parked cars and passers-by.]

Passer-by:  You okay, man?

Drunk Man: [still face down] … Life is like a box of chocolates.  You never know what you’ll get.

October 29, 2007

Who is charmed?

Mike @ 11:03 am   |  Comments (8)
Filed under: Lust,Morality/Ethics


And who is wary?


Buzz’s Halloween Party
10-28-07, 1:31 AM

Mormons and Time-Travellers Agree…

Allen @ 11:00 am   |  Comments (2)
Filed under: Gadgets,GIKKU Approved

Text messaging is awesome.



Mike @ 11:00 am   |  Comments (1)
Filed under: Food


Hamburger with Sunny Side Egg and Side of Fries
Consumed by Allen Lun Tsai
10-27-07 2:36 PM, EST
The Paramount Diner, Beacon Hill, Boston, MA

The City-Like Towne Lets Its Voice Be Heard.

Mike @ 8:06 am   |  Comments (1)
Filed under: boston sucks

DENVER – Alex Rodriguez and agent Scott Boras picked quite a time for their big announcement.

Smack in the middle of Game 4 of the World Series, Boras ended months of speculation and said A-Rod is opting out of the final three seasons of his contract with the New York Yankees.

Oh, and Boras let the Yankees know by leaving a voice mail for general manager Brian Cashman.

“Kind of strange timing,” Red Sox president Larry Lucchino said after Boston completed its sweep of Colorado.

Red Sox fans sure took notice fast. After their team won the title for the second time in four seasons, they stood behind the visitors’ dugout at Coors Field and chanted: “Don’t sign A-Rod!”


Mike @ 7:13 am   |  Comments (1)
Filed under: Berries N' Cream,lol*,Morality/Ethics

Still in Pain

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Filed under: cats,Gadgets,lol*


The Suite Life, NYC

Allen @ 5:10 am   |  Comments (4)
Filed under: GIKKU Approved,Interior Design

Checked into the W last night, and they upgraded me to a suite.  Behold, the “parlour”:

NB: The image on TV is that of Coors Field.

And this is the “chambre”:

Frightening thing is, it kinda looks like my place back in LA.  Except I don’t have such a nice nightstand.  Or a biography of Strom Thurmond on the coffee table.

October 26, 2007

Allen: Welcome Back to Townie-Town, Ya Queeah.

Mike @ 9:30 am   |  Comments (3)
Filed under: boston sucks

Please let it be known that at 5 AM tomorrow morning, Allen will be touching town at scenic Logan Airport to spend a weekend in the welcoming arms of The Town.

October 25, 2007

Re: Driving to Red Rock

John Keats. 1795–1821

625. Ode on a Grecian Urn

THOU still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape 5
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? 10

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave 15
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! 20

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearièd,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love! 25
For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy’d,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. 30

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea-shore, 35
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul, to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e’er return. 40

O Attic shape! fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! 45
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st,
‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.’

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