Happy Holidays!!!: Happy Holidays everyone!!! From my family to yours, have a happy, healthy and safe Holiday. Ohh, and don't worry, Paul and I are still going to be sending out our digital Flash card to everyone, but in true Kanakaraj style, it will be rather belated...

New Phone!!!: For months I've been declaring how I'm going to throw my phone into the East River. My old t720, used to not only NOT ring for no reason, but recently deleted all my saved VM's, (some with important number might I add), and constantly did something annoying that I couldn't duplicate when I got to the Verizon Store. Well, I finally got rid of the piece of shit cellphone I had, and with the advice of Katie Matyas, got the Samsung A530. Solid phone, thus far, but then again, I was loving the t720 when I first got it.

New Sheff in the Kitchen!!!: Well, this is a bit delayed, but the Yankees finally announced the signing of Gary Sheffield. Good signing by the Bomber. They haven’t had a threat in right since Paul O’Neill left. As good as this signing is, the highlight has to be bringing in Javier Vasquez, who will be a stud for years to come. Of course, I said the same thing about Jeff Weaver, but what do I really know anyway? For god's sake, I build website, I'm not a fucking scout.

J-E-T-S!!!: After I bought Jets tickets off the internet, Lenny Cooper, father of Mike Cooper, gave Chiz 8 tickets on the third row in the corner of the endzone. None the less, I'll have some pictures from the game and parking lot. It was cold, but a good time none the less. I had a little to much to drink I guess, since I barely remember the first half, but I do remember number 10 going 8 for 8 with 2TD's in the second half, and that's all I need to remember. Good roster as well, consisting of Glenn, PK, Chiz, Alpesh, Buch, Harnett and Sean Fanel. Finally I get to explain myself to Alpesh for rocking him all year on the Football Pool Message Board, but it turns out he doesn't read the posts!

For Chiz: I woke up this morning to recieve this e-mail from Chaz (Chiz): BTW, please update your fucking site! It's literally one of only four sites I look at every day, and I want something new to look at. Maybe you can write about the crappy time we had at Metro 53 last night, or about the new scotch bottle you just bought and lubed up, ready to shove. -Chaz B. Well Chiz, you happy now dick?!?! We did go to this bar Metro 53 on Firday, which is crawling with Metrosexuals, my brother Paul and Chiz included. It was okay, but Chiz is pretty on point with the description. The scotch is something personal, I wish not to reveal.

Back in Black....ummm, ah, Brown!: Well, my ISP claims that the registar never re-renewed my domain. The registar claims my ISP was lying. The fact is that after a week of downtime, I'm back baby! You gotta love technology!!!!

Pimping in the Ill-a-Delph: This is from my post on our Football Pool, it basically sums up my weekend sports wise. Other than that, i had a blast in Philly. The highlight for me was when Tommy McCrorey's drunken uncle called me and Paul a bunch of pussies about 20 times. Here's the post: "On a closing note, I might gone through the fucking worst 24 hours of sports in my life. In that small widow of time, I watched Syracuse just refuse to take a win from Pittsburg because they felt it would be more exciting to sputter all game on offense while the defense kept them in it for a decent amount of time, considering Syracuse still owns the worst secondary and Pittsburg owns the best WR in college football. That was instantly followed into the Yanks getting spanked by the Marlins and Josh Beckett proved to the world why Jon Buchalter took him with the first overall pick in fantasy baseball...LAST YEAR! That I can live with, it burns, but it would have been worse if we lost to Boston in the ALCS. The next morning after not only sleeping on a kitchen floor in Philly for no more than 3 hours after violently barfing in some bush, and having two of my top teams embarrassed in front of my eyes, I held out hope that Gang Green could somehow salvage my weekend in the Ill-a-Delph. Basically I bucked up $175 for club seats to see the Jets once again prove why J-E-T-S really spells Just End the Season. The only thing I can hang my hat on is Syracuse college lacrosse... And this all fucking happened within 24 hours. I come home around 10:300-11pm last night, hoping at least I'm still running shit in fantasy sports (since it's all I have left), and I'm getting whipped in all three of my fantasy football leagues, and had a fat 4 spot on the board by half-time of the Bills-Chiefs game. At that point, I expect the phone to ring and to find out that not only am I being fired for no reason, but I'm going to jail because my roommate freshman year look at kiddy porn on my computer while I was on Spring Break... Fuck the Mets, Giants, BC, VTech, Miami, Lenny Cooper, Karl Schapira, the Box Seats, Red Sox, and especially Alpesh. Chuck, you can stick a finger in your ass, mostly for that ridiculous request of one of us bringing you back a cheese steak from Philly."

Viva La Bianfooli: Well, just got word that Rich passed his Rhode Island Bar Exam. Kudos to Rich, he's worked hard at it. Rich is one of my best friends from college, from the days of Shaw Hall, to when we all lived in the Green Monster. This basically means I have a new lawyer. (Sorry Gary Summers, where ever you are...)

Back in Business: First off, let me apologize for not posting anything in a hot minute. Actually, I don’t owe anyone an apology, but that’s not the point. It’s been a pretty hectic two weeks for me; and between work and everything else, it’s been tough to find some free time to do much of anything. Last Friday, Mad Maxx kicked things off with a record release party at the Knitting Factory. As always, Maxx and Ethan did a great job at the show. According to the manager, they almost broke the attendance record for the Tap Room, the room they were playing at. After that, we met up with Au and Z and hit a few bars on the Lower East Side. The next morning I moved into my new apartment in the Upper East Side. Despite going on only a few hours of sleep, I managed with the help of Chris Au and PK. Pretty much got everything I need at this point. Chris Au came through with a pull out couch for only $280 and some Slim·Fast Bars. On Tuesday, PK and I took the day off work so we could go to the Yankee/Twins game. I showed up to River Ave around 11:45am, and needless to say, by 1:00 we were hammered. And in fitting fashion, the Yankees got hammered as well. Wednesday was the finale of Paradise Hotel. Sad to see it go, but when you love something, you must set it free. Charla didn’t split the money with Dave, but Keith gave his half to Tara. Needless to say, we had a little Paradise Hotel Party at my place, consisting of myself, PK, Katie, Juice, Anne, Tracey, Kristen and Harnett. I swear I’ve been to Super Bowl parties that were not as loud. Last night, PK and I hit up 161st and River again for Game 2. Other than spending majority of the time telling Jacque Jones he sucked, having to share a small bench seat with Paul, harassing some poor girl in the box seats until she had to leave in the 8th, and seeing a good old fashion ECW-style brawl on the way out, and seeing the Yankees win, not much really happened. Let me tell you this much, Andy Pettitte is the man. There you have it. This weekend should be interesting, since now Brad and I are settled in a little more. Also, it’s Z-mans b-day. So we’ll see what the over under is before he spills Scotch all over his pants again.

Binji from tha Block: Not to jinx anything, but it's almost offical that I have a new place on 90th and 1st. After a few painful months of trying to figure out where I wanted to live, and with whom, Brad Silvers and I settled on a spot right across the street from Roger Clemens. It's a nice spot, not in the neighborhood I wanted to live in, but the apartment was so nice for the price, that we would have been fools to pass it up. I was looking into single apartments in Brooklyn, but I just couldn't afford the ones I liked, and then was hoping to get a place in the 60's or 70's, but the damn finances were a problem again. What's good about the place though is that I'm still close to Yankee Stadium, and the subway is not too far, so the commute to work won't be that unbearable. Also, Juice, Katie, Katee, Matt Watt and Nick Kurian all live within a block or two of me. Last night, I got drinks with Zubin and Chris Au, where Chris Au informed me that he managed to secure a nice pull-out couch for Brad and I at the low cost of $250. Chris Au is the man, for now... None the less, we hung out for a while, and Zubin did not unleash the dragon in public this time.

BLP: Last night was the official album release party for the Blacklight Project. The group conisists of Arcane and Insight from Blurred Insight fame, Scott Spivak and guest instrumentals by Natalia and John Buchalter. The show was fantastic, they did a great job and the crowd was great. Now if only the can figure out a way to sell 1000 CD's... The pictures can be seen here...

Hamptons Debauchery: This was an interesting weekend to say the least. On Friday night, Dick Bianculli was in town. I haven’t seen him in quite some time. We did a number on Greenwich Village. Kicked things off at the Heartland Brewery, then moved the show to the Bleeker Street Bar, one of my old watering holes. These two girls from Strong Island were throwing themselves at the Kanakaraj/Bianculli tandem, but common sense eventually prevailed, sort of, and we left them high and dry to meet up with Chris Tempas and his new girlfriend Judy, at the Belgian Beer Bar. Saturday morning, I was out the door for the Hamptons. Paul, Jay and Chaz were already out there. As I arrived I was informed that the previous evening, not only did Paul barge in on Chuck and his girl with the video camera, he also doused Kanal with a fire extinguisher. Not only that, Chuck was too insecure to poop infront of his girl, so he decided he was just going to drop trough in the neighbors backyard. And it’s not like some college kids live there, this is the residence of an 80 year old man. Harnett saw his mess the next morning and said it was a mound of poo and tp, right in the middle of this guys yard. Regardless of all the shenanigans that took place earlier, I was looking forward to my weekend in the Hamptons with Chuck, Paul, Katie Matyas, Katee Frost, Juice, Harnett, all of the Sienna kids, including Pipes. We hung around the pool for a while, got a little saucy, watched the Jets season end before it even began as Chad Pennington broke his wrist and is out for 12 weeks, then went to this bar called the Drift. Now this place is much like most wild college bars, consisting of drunk girls dancing on the bar and people banging on the walls as the sounds of Bruce Springsteen echoed thought out Hampton Bays. It was a great time none the less. I had fun getting down with Katie and Frosty on the dance floor, and enjoyed banging on the walls until I almost broke my hand in the process. And I especially loved when Frosty dumped beer all over me. I really don’t remember coming home that night, which might explain why I don’t really remember why all of Harnett’s furniture was in the pool the next morning. Here are the pictures of the weekend…

Cop This Album!: Well folks, it only took 5 million years but the full-length Blurred Insight album is out! Schapira and I spent all days fixing up the website and set everything up through PayPal so you can now cop this album with one simple click. I actually had a minute to listen to the new album, and in all honesty, it’s fantastic. I’m always the first one to poke fun at BI because of the drama, dilly-dallying, and general inefficiency that we all have become accustomed to and grown to love, but you got to tip your cap to them, they really did a splendid job, and the fact is that it is well worth the wait. They really did a great job in capturing their evolution as not only a group, but as individuals as well. I’ve known Ethan, Chris and Max for a very long time now. In fact, those three kids are not only some of my biggest influences musically, but also some of my closest friends in as well. All the hard work and heart-ache they went through to put this out, even from an outside perspective, it’s very rewarding watching them enjoy this. Not to be an ego-maniac or anything like that, but I’m also rather excited that my mandolin playing is featured on this album. It’s officially my musical debut! “Just keep goin, until you see the light, Once you get there, then take two wrongs and make a right You might, hit traffic around life's intricacies Yo it's sad when you can't see the forest for the trees.”

Buchalter Update: Jon Buchalter took his first step towards celebrity today with a quote of him in the Journal News. Right now Buch works for a homeless shelter in White Plains, (yeah, our heart bleeds), and he took the kids to peep the Fuji balloon. Basically, the Journal News and not to mention Channel 11 ran a story about it and Jon Buchalter was quoted in the article.

Dead Ram Anyone?: Are you a die hard, old school LA Rams fan? If so, you can be the first person on your block to own the old Rams mascot, Spirit. I know what your thinking, didn't that old goat die like 20 years ago? If you thought that, you're right, but thanks to the wonders of taxidermy, it can be all yours! Yet again, eBay once proves it's worth to the world.

Updates!: I had a little free time this week, so I made some usability and functionality changes I have been meaning to do for a while. I fixed the navigation in the About Me section and updated the content. In the Wall-Of-Shame, I enhanced the content a bit by organizing it a little more. None the less, the most important thing is that Toni was voted off Paradise Hotel last night. Keith, Dave, Charla and Tara have all the power. Sadly enough, I'm looking forward to the debut of The OC tonight. Also, to recap this weekend, we got up with Zubin, Chris Au, and some other Syracuse heads around here. It's the first time I've seen those guys since their car accident last week, and they certainly haven't missed a beat. To refresh your memory, the Z-man and Au got into a bad accident last weekend where Zubin now has his jaw wired shut for the next month, and Au had a fat shiner. Luckily, everyone is still alive, it could have been much worse than it was.

Buy This Album!: I know this album has been out for a minute, but I just scooped it up off Amazon the other day. If you are looking to buy one CD, make sure you pick up RJD2's "The Horror". Unreal stuff, this dude is leaps and bounds ahead of anyone in the industry.

Weekend Highlights: Well, this has been a wild weekend of sorts. Friday night consisted of some late night shenanigans with Juice, PK, Katie Matyas, Goldie, Zubin and Chris Au. Notably, I woke up at Jay’s house around 7:30 am and notice a nice chunk of glass wedged into my foot. After hobbling around on it for a while, I showed it to Ann Marie and after trying to get it out with a needle; she informed me I needed to go to the Emergency Room. F—k that is right. After some painful jabbing I managed to squeeze the sucker out myself. I now keep the glass in a little jar above my bed to remind me of the everyday struggle that I used to live. After all, I was needed on the softball field on Sunday, and I was not about to land myself on the 15-day DL. Later that day, I tried going to the De La Soul concert at Summer Stage, but had no luck getting in. I ended up at a bar in Central Park with Katie and Ann Roddy tipping Corona’s and roasting in the sun… Saturday night was interesting none the less. Ali Cooper, younger sister of Mike Cooper of Bias Ply fame, was having her 21st birthday bonanza at a hotel in White Plains. After being yelled at and threatened by the manager, we managed to have this little party in the room the breakfast room where people butter their bagels and drink their coffee. At one point of the evening, John Buchalter was playing flip-cups, darted to the hall way, barfed all over there, then proceeded to barf all over the bathroom. Typical Buchalter, he only had 2 beers and was trying to kick game to some girl there. The next day was one for the ages. We managed to scrape together 18 of the finest athletes in Lower Westchester and had another amazing 18 inning softball game. The bet on the line was that if a team lost both games, the losers had to buy the winner’s dinner. Well, needless to say we managed to blow an 8 run lead and lost the first game, and Scott Spivak was dealing for 8 strong innings. He had us all off balance, the Jamie Moyer of softball. Long story short, despite Jay Camhi’s cheating ways, John Buchalter made up for a complete and utter meltdown in the field and on the bases with a clutch, 2 out, game winning RBI single in the bottom of the 9th to give us the win. Despite a premature celebration on an Ethan Schapira inside the park homerun which was later ruled a double, we rushed the field like the losers we are and celebrate the fact that we no longer had to buy anyone dinner. In DF softball tradition, we had dinner at Cactus Jack’s in Elmsford. What a fiasco. Despite having the worst service in the world, the waiter asked Chuckling’ Chuck if he wanted to fight him in the parking lot after Chaz had a dispute with the bill and the gratuity added. Needless to say, myself, PK, Cooper, Buch, Geln, Chuck, Hal and Nick Kurrian are all probably being served with lifetime bans. We took some snaps of the roster in front of the place after promptly after. Here are the pictures of us after the Cactus Jack's Debacle.

What a Long Time Between Strange Trips: Well, this weekend my faith in music has been re-established. We saw the Dead (basically the Grateful Dead minus one Jerry Garcia), and to be honest, it was the best concert I have every been to in my entire life. Now, I've seen Phish god knows how many times, as well as dozens of festivals, and not to forget the 40 or so moe. shows I've seen. By the set the break, we decided that we would have to go to these Jones Beach shows at all costs. We actually made a nice little weekend out of the whole ordeal. Friday night was a late night putzing around NYC, which ended with Chris Au putting old blue cheese dressing on Mumble's upper lip while he was passed out. Don't worry, Jay was good enough to tape the entire transaction. About 4 hours later, we were on the road for old Ill-a-Delph. Last time I was there, I went to the all time worst party, and to no surprise, it was hosted by Mike Keen. Now, Ann Marie had a zillion hotel points, so we got a free room at the Hampton Inn-Centre City. We hit up the lot rather early, and despite Paul, Buch and myself spending 2 hours roaming the beautiful streets of Camden, NJ to find one broken ATM after another, we managed to find a dash of time to reflect on days of old. Not really.... Solid roster, which included Tom MCCrorey, Rita and Pete just to name a few. Inside, the show was unreal. So many greats from back in the day, including China Doll, Eyes of the World, Mason's Children, and Playing in the Band, just to rattle of a few. Also, Willie Nelson played the entire first set with them, and Joan Osborne was on vocals all show. Greg Osby even jumped in on sax for the entire second set. Amazing. If you used to listen to the Dead in high school or college, it's worth checking out one more time. Jay Camhi was also nice enought to follow up the show with an encore of projectile vomitting in the back seat of my car. Yes, some of it got on my back and my prestigious authentic Rasheed Wallace jersey. Most of it got on my car door. But if you thought that Camhi was going end on that note, you had another thing coming. He came back for yet another encore of puking, but this time he got it into a Stew Leonards bag, rather than my back door and back.

Got Job?: Well, I finally got a new job. I would have posted this earlier, but I had to wait for all the tests and background checks to come through. I spoke with my recruiter, and she told me that I'm good to go, so as of July 1st, I'm going to be the newest employee of Slim·Fast Food Company, which is owned by Unilever. My official title is International Web Developer. I'm pretty pumped, especially since this is a great, stable company to work for, their office is in Times Square in NYC, the position gets me out of the foxhole of backend programming, something I was being forced into at Boehringer. All the people were amazing. Very bright, very energentic. Good vibes and just a great place. Now, step two is to get my fat ass out of Dobbs Ferry, and move to Manhattan or Brooklyn. I've already been eyeing CraigsList, and Katee Frost needs a roomate, as does Brad Silvers. So the I need to look over my options and go from there. I should probably inquire about job security before I do anything too crazy.

Got Dickman?: On Baseball-Reference.com, if you donate money to the site, they let you sponser a page. I figured the least I could do was send 5 beans to them for the good work they do. The site has every stat possible from the late 1800's to now. Now I was only willing to cough up 5 clams at most, so my options were limited. There would be no sponsoring the 1995 Yankees or anything like that. My first choice was to sponser the Rusty Kuntz page, but it was already taken by some die-hard Tigers fan who will always remember Rusty for his go ahead sac fly in the 84 Series, rather than the fact his last name is Kuntz. My second choice was Pussy Tebeau. Guess what? Taken! The best part is the quote for the sponsership reads nothing more that "We love Pussy!" Mel Hall...taken. Pat Kelly...taken. Ron Kittle....taken. Bobby Meacham...taken. Claudell Washington....10 bucks because he weasled his way into two All-Star games with Altanta and Oakland. My choice became rather simple. I'm proud to anounce that Kanakaraj.com is now the offical sponsor of Emerson Dickman, a washed up bullpen scrub on the Red Sox from 1936-1941.

A Game of Numbers: You can get the updated wiffleball stats here. We had a game yesterday, I took the L after decalring that I would light up Jay Camhi. I'll tip my visor to him for now, but there is still a lot of wiffleball left to be played.

300!: For those of you who know me, you understand that there are a few things that I hate in life. I hate losing in whiffleball, I hate the Red Sox and Mets, and I hate the entire city of Oakland. As a Jets fan, the Raiders have absolutly embarrassed Gang Green several times over, not to mention that they have to go back out to Oakland to play again this season. The A's are a different story. I can't stand the A's. Everyone swings from Eric Chavez's jock like it's going out of style. My gripe is that they have one of the best teams in baseball, yet fans refuse to attend games. It's an insult to any baseball fan. Why? Because they don't like the owner? Give me a break, this just further proves my theory that there is no place for baseball in the west coast. If you go to a game and bring Thundersticks, you should be beaten with them. My friend Lisa knows how much I hate Oakland, and was kind enough to send this link to me to further justify my hatred for that wreched city. It's kind of funny, people have started putting these obnoxious whistles on their mufflers. So now everyone can hear you as you speed off to 7-Eleven for a slurpie and porn.

300!: PK and I are finally reaping the benefits of these Yankee season tickets we purchased. We were in attendence for Roger Clemens bid at 300 wins on Friday night. Despite the rain and cold, and the fact that PK wore nothing more than a t-shirt, it was one of those games that you will tell your grand-kids about. Electric... Section 37 was in full effect... When I saw this game on the schedue, I wanted to go to give Tino Martinez and Joe Girardi their proper ovation during their first trip to Yankee Stadium since they played here. I figured Clemens would have 300 at this point, but it was just icing on the cake. I'll be honest with you, I'm not a hugh Clemens fan, in fact it was embedded in my head as a child to hate this man with everything I had. But no true Yankee fan can dispute the fact that he's been very good for us. He pitched some big games for us, nailed Mike Piazza in the head, and even took home a Cy Young award. Most importantly, he saved Andy Pettitte's career. Andy hit the skids in '99, and it was the Rocket who helped straighten him out.

eBay Rocks!: I've said it before and I will say it agian, eBay is the home of all things ridiculous. Check out this link, not a bad price for a good old fashion, passionate ass whoopin.