The Xmas Spectacular!:
Every year Paul and I used to throw together some video, audio and some snazzy Flash work into a webpage for everyone, and we called it the Kanakaraj Brother Xmas Spectacular. Well, we did it once, and since it took me about 2 weeks to develop and design, we stopped. But the one we did is pretty spectacular! I just stumbled upon this sucker last night.
Check it out!
http://www.kanakaraj.com/xmas2k2/
Friday, December 30, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Pictures
More Pictures:
Well, the people have spoken again and want to see some new pictures. Here's all I can offer:
My Flickr Site: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kanakaraj/
My Company Party Pictures: http://www.flickr.com/photos/mlbam/
Well, the people have spoken again and want to see some new pictures. Here's all I can offer:
My Flickr Site: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kanakaraj/
My Company Party Pictures: http://www.flickr.com/photos/mlbam/
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Joe K - Man of the People:
Well, the people have asked for more updates, and being a man of the people, I shall deliver. Here’s what new in the life of my faction:
PK - Paul is still working for Eileen Fisher in Irvington, NY. Currently, he’s one of the 4 UES residents that occupy the infamous and filthy Penthouse on 82nd and East End. Despite belonging to a $5000 a year gym, Paul is feverishly working on toning up his post college man gut. But lying in bed every night, watching Sponge Bob and eating cheese doesn’t seem to be helping. Paul’s highlights this year were getting his various dick tactics to Redmond, his behavior on the Chicago trip, him throwing me on a luggage rack in California, and his feeble attempt at growing corn rows…
Harnett – Harnett has had the same crappy job for the past 3 years, and has yet to even make an attempt to leave. Within that time span, he’s managed to “find” his resume. Very impressive. John’s highlights this year were getting his toothbrush thrown in the toilet by Redmond, almost killing some girl in the bathroom, his one month bender he went on with me and Dealy, and his overall boobish comments through the year.
Poof - Camhi has been holding it down at SSARIS…still. As the enigma member of the PH, Camhi can best be known for not throwing up in public this year, hooking up the Chi town adventures, having a never ending distillery of bad and used up jokes, and actually being in an overall jovial and Jewish mood for the year.
Redmond - Hands down, Pipes has been the LVP of the Ph, with his overall lack of respect and moral fiber. It’s okay, we all still love the Red-Dawg. Redmond can be best remembered this year for too many things that can’t go on this website because my parents and little brother and sisters read this thing…
K-Mat – Well, Kmat finally got engaged, which leads me to wonder if I’ll be invited to the wedding. I expect to wear some outlandish outfit, which she is well aware of, and I’ll be curious to know how she reacts to it, or revokes my invite.
Desma – Des is living down in Battery Park with her new man, Joel. PK and Joel had a little run in at my birthday party, but things seem to be super smooth now between them! Yeah right! Anyway, haven’t seen D in a while, but I do get naughty calls from her once in a while.
Ethan, Buchalter and Spivak – Well the three Jewish residents of 105th and Amsterdam are doing just fine! Ethan is up over $100,000 in online poker this year, Buchalter is still a man secretary, and Spivak, well, is Spivak.
The Bellevue’s – Sarah and Keith are still the parents of two, Noah and Mica. Both Noah and Mica are awfully fond of their Uncle Joe K, Uncle PK and Aunt Max.
Lisa Sargent – Well, Sargent is finally preggo! Best of luck with that, and Joseph is a fine, fine name!
Scary Rob – Robert is quite sick right now, sick and tired of working for the man. Bobby C, better luck next year in fantasy football, and Team Zissou in 2k6.
Ali Rubin – Ali has now officially arrived, and is working for Puffy in the city. His dog even crapped in her cube and everything!
The Lizards – After starting the season 5-0, we managed to drop just about every other game and just missed the playoffs. I almost hit my first homerun EVER but all Ethan had to do was tell me to slide. So, while rounding third, I saw two skinny, twig-like arms in the air (universal baseball sign that ‘you’re up, no slide necessary’) only to be tagged out at the last possible second. Thanks Ethan, and a merry fucking Christmas to you as well. One highlight was being able to meet DJ Premier, who was in attendance at most of the games, because he’s friends with my buddy Susan.
For those of you who I left out, well, though shit. Maybe next year.
Well, the people have asked for more updates, and being a man of the people, I shall deliver. Here’s what new in the life of my faction:
PK - Paul is still working for Eileen Fisher in Irvington, NY. Currently, he’s one of the 4 UES residents that occupy the infamous and filthy Penthouse on 82nd and East End. Despite belonging to a $5000 a year gym, Paul is feverishly working on toning up his post college man gut. But lying in bed every night, watching Sponge Bob and eating cheese doesn’t seem to be helping. Paul’s highlights this year were getting his various dick tactics to Redmond, his behavior on the Chicago trip, him throwing me on a luggage rack in California, and his feeble attempt at growing corn rows…
Harnett – Harnett has had the same crappy job for the past 3 years, and has yet to even make an attempt to leave. Within that time span, he’s managed to “find” his resume. Very impressive. John’s highlights this year were getting his toothbrush thrown in the toilet by Redmond, almost killing some girl in the bathroom, his one month bender he went on with me and Dealy, and his overall boobish comments through the year.
Poof - Camhi has been holding it down at SSARIS…still. As the enigma member of the PH, Camhi can best be known for not throwing up in public this year, hooking up the Chi town adventures, having a never ending distillery of bad and used up jokes, and actually being in an overall jovial and Jewish mood for the year.
Redmond - Hands down, Pipes has been the LVP of the Ph, with his overall lack of respect and moral fiber. It’s okay, we all still love the Red-Dawg. Redmond can be best remembered this year for too many things that can’t go on this website because my parents and little brother and sisters read this thing…
K-Mat – Well, Kmat finally got engaged, which leads me to wonder if I’ll be invited to the wedding. I expect to wear some outlandish outfit, which she is well aware of, and I’ll be curious to know how she reacts to it, or revokes my invite.
Desma – Des is living down in Battery Park with her new man, Joel. PK and Joel had a little run in at my birthday party, but things seem to be super smooth now between them! Yeah right! Anyway, haven’t seen D in a while, but I do get naughty calls from her once in a while.
Ethan, Buchalter and Spivak – Well the three Jewish residents of 105th and Amsterdam are doing just fine! Ethan is up over $100,000 in online poker this year, Buchalter is still a man secretary, and Spivak, well, is Spivak.
The Bellevue’s – Sarah and Keith are still the parents of two, Noah and Mica. Both Noah and Mica are awfully fond of their Uncle Joe K, Uncle PK and Aunt Max.
Lisa Sargent – Well, Sargent is finally preggo! Best of luck with that, and Joseph is a fine, fine name!
Scary Rob – Robert is quite sick right now, sick and tired of working for the man. Bobby C, better luck next year in fantasy football, and Team Zissou in 2k6.
Ali Rubin – Ali has now officially arrived, and is working for Puffy in the city. His dog even crapped in her cube and everything!
The Lizards – After starting the season 5-0, we managed to drop just about every other game and just missed the playoffs. I almost hit my first homerun EVER but all Ethan had to do was tell me to slide. So, while rounding third, I saw two skinny, twig-like arms in the air (universal baseball sign that ‘you’re up, no slide necessary’) only to be tagged out at the last possible second. Thanks Ethan, and a merry fucking Christmas to you as well. One highlight was being able to meet DJ Premier, who was in attendance at most of the games, because he’s friends with my buddy Susan.
For those of you who I left out, well, though shit. Maybe next year.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
The Good Doctor
HST's Duke Hatred Lives On:
So college hoops season is among us, and I couldn't help but notice that Duke is an overwhelming #1 in the nation. (Cuse is #16). But, it appears that it's time for the Duke haters around to rise up once again, to spew venom on this wretched University. Honestly, them being #1 reminded me of this Hunter S. Thompson (RIP) article from a few years back... Great story he wrote about Duke. Enjoy!
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Doing Damage With Duke
By Hunter S. Thompson
Page 2 columnist
Duke is never far from my mind when NCAA Tournament time rolls around. I have terrifying memories of Duke that go far beyond the basketball court.
Indeed. I once roamed that campus like a werewolf in heat -- or at least, that's what they said at the time in the newspapers. They called me a dangerous beast who had to be forcibly removed in the middle of my long-awaited lecture on Mark Twain.
They said I was violent and rude and depraved, and that even the president of the university wanted to have me locked up, etc. etc. One editorial said I should have been "put down" like a mad dog, right there on the spot.
It was ugly.
But I had no time for it then. Fortunately, I escaped and flew quickly to Africa for the epic "Rumble in the Jungle" between Muhammad Ali and George Foreman, where I contracted malaria and went really crazy.
The late, legendary author George Plimpton told the story better than I can. In his book, "The Best of Plimpton" (Atlantic Monthly Press), he writes ...
I had met (Hunter Thompson) on the plane coming down from Europe. He had arrived on board at Frankfurt -- a big, loose-limbed figure wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses, a purple and strawberry Acapulco shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of Chuck Taylor All Star basketball sneakers that seemed too large for his feet, as if he had snatched them from the back of a Los Angeles Laker's locker. They took him this way and that, sashaying him around so that he bumped into people a lot. With him he carried a large leather flight bag with a "Rolling Stone" identification decal and a badge which read PRESS ... full of pills and vials and bottles, judging from the way it clinked when he moved it ...
He sat with me during the flight. He said he was trying to recover from a humiliating evening back in the States a few nights before when, lecturing at Duke University, he had been given the hook for being outlandishly drunk on Wild Turkey bourbon and making a fool of himself in front of a large and muttering audience. The representative who met him at the airport had offered him some hashish. He had taken it. Back in the motel, he felt the day begin to slip away. He poured himself a couple of shots of Wild Turkey. He kept his audience waiting for forty-five minutes. When he walked out with his glass in front of a large velvet curtain in the university auditorium, he got himself in a further state of belligerency with the crowd by starting off, "I'm very happy to be here at the alma mater of Richard Nixon."
"That did not exactly put them in my pocket," Thompson told me. "(Nixon) went to the law school there, which they were either trying to forget or were proud of, and my telling them that truly stiffened them up. The questions began. They asked me if I thought Terry Sanford was going to run for the presidency in 1976. I said that he had been a party to the Stop McGovern movement and that he was a worthless pig f---er. I didn't realize that he was the president of Duke. Not long after I was given the 'hook'."
The "hook" had been a small blond girl sent out by the head of the lecture committee; when Thompson saw her coming, he tossed the Wild Turkey, along with the ice cubes, high in the air, a fountain of resignation, and he walked off with her. He said that the booze had fetched up against the velvet curtain behind his head and left a noticeable stain that he hoped was still there ... to backdrop future speakers as they leaned solemnly against the lectern. Especially when Terry Sanford spoke to the student body.
Ah, but that was a long time ago, so let's get back to the Final Four and who is going to win the national championship this weekend in San Antonio, Texas, and why I still favor Duke. So what? I also believed Kentucky would be in the Final Four, for sure, but those lame swine couldn't even make it to the Sweet Sixteen. They rolled over and died.
But at least I still have Duke, which is not a consolation. Batting .500 might make you a hero in baseball; but in the gambling business, it makes you a bum. But what the hell? It's not over yet. I still have time to double down heavily on both games and make enough proposition bets to win it all back.
Of course. Why not? It happens all the time.
So college hoops season is among us, and I couldn't help but notice that Duke is an overwhelming #1 in the nation. (Cuse is #16). But, it appears that it's time for the Duke haters around to rise up once again, to spew venom on this wretched University. Honestly, them being #1 reminded me of this Hunter S. Thompson (RIP) article from a few years back... Great story he wrote about Duke. Enjoy!
------------------------
Doing Damage With Duke
By Hunter S. Thompson
Page 2 columnist
Duke is never far from my mind when NCAA Tournament time rolls around. I have terrifying memories of Duke that go far beyond the basketball court.
Indeed. I once roamed that campus like a werewolf in heat -- or at least, that's what they said at the time in the newspapers. They called me a dangerous beast who had to be forcibly removed in the middle of my long-awaited lecture on Mark Twain.
They said I was violent and rude and depraved, and that even the president of the university wanted to have me locked up, etc. etc. One editorial said I should have been "put down" like a mad dog, right there on the spot.
It was ugly.
But I had no time for it then. Fortunately, I escaped and flew quickly to Africa for the epic "Rumble in the Jungle" between Muhammad Ali and George Foreman, where I contracted malaria and went really crazy.
The late, legendary author George Plimpton told the story better than I can. In his book, "The Best of Plimpton" (Atlantic Monthly Press), he writes ...
I had met (Hunter Thompson) on the plane coming down from Europe. He had arrived on board at Frankfurt -- a big, loose-limbed figure wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses, a purple and strawberry Acapulco shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of Chuck Taylor All Star basketball sneakers that seemed too large for his feet, as if he had snatched them from the back of a Los Angeles Laker's locker. They took him this way and that, sashaying him around so that he bumped into people a lot. With him he carried a large leather flight bag with a "Rolling Stone" identification decal and a badge which read PRESS ... full of pills and vials and bottles, judging from the way it clinked when he moved it ...
He sat with me during the flight. He said he was trying to recover from a humiliating evening back in the States a few nights before when, lecturing at Duke University, he had been given the hook for being outlandishly drunk on Wild Turkey bourbon and making a fool of himself in front of a large and muttering audience. The representative who met him at the airport had offered him some hashish. He had taken it. Back in the motel, he felt the day begin to slip away. He poured himself a couple of shots of Wild Turkey. He kept his audience waiting for forty-five minutes. When he walked out with his glass in front of a large velvet curtain in the university auditorium, he got himself in a further state of belligerency with the crowd by starting off, "I'm very happy to be here at the alma mater of Richard Nixon."
"That did not exactly put them in my pocket," Thompson told me. "(Nixon) went to the law school there, which they were either trying to forget or were proud of, and my telling them that truly stiffened them up. The questions began. They asked me if I thought Terry Sanford was going to run for the presidency in 1976. I said that he had been a party to the Stop McGovern movement and that he was a worthless pig f---er. I didn't realize that he was the president of Duke. Not long after I was given the 'hook'."
The "hook" had been a small blond girl sent out by the head of the lecture committee; when Thompson saw her coming, he tossed the Wild Turkey, along with the ice cubes, high in the air, a fountain of resignation, and he walked off with her. He said that the booze had fetched up against the velvet curtain behind his head and left a noticeable stain that he hoped was still there ... to backdrop future speakers as they leaned solemnly against the lectern. Especially when Terry Sanford spoke to the student body.
Ah, but that was a long time ago, so let's get back to the Final Four and who is going to win the national championship this weekend in San Antonio, Texas, and why I still favor Duke. So what? I also believed Kentucky would be in the Final Four, for sure, but those lame swine couldn't even make it to the Sweet Sixteen. They rolled over and died.
But at least I still have Duke, which is not a consolation. Batting .500 might make you a hero in baseball; but in the gambling business, it makes you a bum. But what the hell? It's not over yet. I still have time to double down heavily on both games and make enough proposition bets to win it all back.
Of course. Why not? It happens all the time.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Cuse Yourself:
I honestly just heard this for the first time in a while, but it's a parody of Eminem's Lose Yourself that's about Syracuse's 2003 National Championship title run. This thing, for at least two years was a staple on every mix CD I made.
Hey yo, if you had the best recruting class in the nation, for one year, would you win a national championship?
It started slow, lost to Memphis on the road,
everybody tellin' Anthony he shoulda went pro,
well what do you know, national champs,
who would have guessed we be in New Orleans baby cuttin' the nets.
got no respect, no one believed, no body thought it could be done,
too young, but central New York was packin' the dome, playin' undefeated at home,
defense like a virgin no ones penetratin' the zone, leave it alone,
Edelin's back,that much better, that kid sure can play boy like Hugh Hefner,
floaters in the lane and take it right to the rim, tell McNamara to shoot it from anywhere in the gym,
the pride of Scraton, 64 teams were dancin', theres just 1 left doin' the harlem shake with a passion,
its like team after team they kept advancin', if your see Carmelo Anthony please start chantin' "one more year" dawg we need your here, cut him a check, tell him you love him, buy him a beer, cuz if these teenage kids keep playin like grown men, then next year we just goin' do it again,
(you better) 'cuse yourself in the moment, you hold it, you own it, your underfeted in the dome.
just give it one more shot, Anthony dont go pro, national champions, lets make it 2 in a row.
(you better) 'cuse yourself in the moment, you hold it, you own it, your underfeted in the dome.
just give it one more shot, Anthony dont go pro, national champions, lets make it 2 in a row.
the most explosive on the court now to make things clear,
Warricks got more hops than a keg of beer,
now you wanna give him the ball he'll dunk from 3, McNeal go more blocks that the Lego company,
Kueth will miss the way you pass, dribble, and shoot, but Jimmy B landed dream blue chip recruits,
number 15 you'll be missed if you leave, made Ford and Hollis Price both look like Christopher Reeves,
but 'Melo my moms dying, she wastin away, the doctors said she'll only get better dawg if you stay,
dont leave, dont go to the N.B.A. and play for the cavs, their fans don't even go to the games,
you got 40 thousand orange fans screamin your name, its on you to build a dynasty, to leave is insane,
Gerry, Billy, Pace,McNeil, Forth, Warrick and Car-melo Anothy 10 times as good as Lebron.
(you better) 'cuse yourself in the moment, you hold it, you own it, your underfeted in the dome.
just give it one more shot, Anthony dont go pro, national champions, lets make it 2 in a row.
(you better) 'cuse yourself in the moment, you hold it, you own it, your underfeted in the dome.
just give it one more shot, Anthony dont go pro, national champions, lets make it 2 in a row.
no more games, im'a change what you call great, blow the roof off the dome like 6 gernades,
we were good in the beginin', the mood all changed, best 'cuse basketball team ever arranged,
they just kept fallin' and kept shootin' and kept dunkin', rollin' over number 1 seeds like it was nothin',
best believe if we need a 3 it was comin ,from the man who fans packed up 15 buses, to come to the games, everyone wanted to see freshman playin like verterans you gotta believe.
2 and O out in Boston and in Albany, won it all in New Orleans for all too see, nobody picked this team seeded 3 to win it all except 'cuse fans and Dicky V, King Anthony best player, best team in the nation, sing it out loud, give 'em a standing ovation.
(you better) 'cuse yourself in the moment, you hold it, you own it, your underfeted in the dome.
just give it one more shot, anthony dont go pro, national champions, lets make it 2 in a row.
(you better) 'cuse yourself in the moment, you hold it, you own it, your underfeted in the dome.
just give it one more shot, anthony dont go pro, national champions, lets make it 2 in a row.
do not let him leave, do not let him leave, if you see Carmelo tie his arms, duct tape his legs, throw him in the basement 'til the NBA draft, you're not going no where, haha.
Download Cuse Yourself
I honestly just heard this for the first time in a while, but it's a parody of Eminem's Lose Yourself that's about Syracuse's 2003 National Championship title run. This thing, for at least two years was a staple on every mix CD I made.
Hey yo, if you had the best recruting class in the nation, for one year, would you win a national championship?
It started slow, lost to Memphis on the road,
everybody tellin' Anthony he shoulda went pro,
well what do you know, national champs,
who would have guessed we be in New Orleans baby cuttin' the nets.
got no respect, no one believed, no body thought it could be done,
too young, but central New York was packin' the dome, playin' undefeated at home,
defense like a virgin no ones penetratin' the zone, leave it alone,
Edelin's back,that much better, that kid sure can play boy like Hugh Hefner,
floaters in the lane and take it right to the rim, tell McNamara to shoot it from anywhere in the gym,
the pride of Scraton, 64 teams were dancin', theres just 1 left doin' the harlem shake with a passion,
its like team after team they kept advancin', if your see Carmelo Anthony please start chantin' "one more year" dawg we need your here, cut him a check, tell him you love him, buy him a beer, cuz if these teenage kids keep playin like grown men, then next year we just goin' do it again,
(you better) 'cuse yourself in the moment, you hold it, you own it, your underfeted in the dome.
just give it one more shot, Anthony dont go pro, national champions, lets make it 2 in a row.
(you better) 'cuse yourself in the moment, you hold it, you own it, your underfeted in the dome.
just give it one more shot, Anthony dont go pro, national champions, lets make it 2 in a row.
the most explosive on the court now to make things clear,
Warricks got more hops than a keg of beer,
now you wanna give him the ball he'll dunk from 3, McNeal go more blocks that the Lego company,
Kueth will miss the way you pass, dribble, and shoot, but Jimmy B landed dream blue chip recruits,
number 15 you'll be missed if you leave, made Ford and Hollis Price both look like Christopher Reeves,
but 'Melo my moms dying, she wastin away, the doctors said she'll only get better dawg if you stay,
dont leave, dont go to the N.B.A. and play for the cavs, their fans don't even go to the games,
you got 40 thousand orange fans screamin your name, its on you to build a dynasty, to leave is insane,
Gerry, Billy, Pace,McNeil, Forth, Warrick and Car-melo Anothy 10 times as good as Lebron.
(you better) 'cuse yourself in the moment, you hold it, you own it, your underfeted in the dome.
just give it one more shot, Anthony dont go pro, national champions, lets make it 2 in a row.
(you better) 'cuse yourself in the moment, you hold it, you own it, your underfeted in the dome.
just give it one more shot, Anthony dont go pro, national champions, lets make it 2 in a row.
no more games, im'a change what you call great, blow the roof off the dome like 6 gernades,
we were good in the beginin', the mood all changed, best 'cuse basketball team ever arranged,
they just kept fallin' and kept shootin' and kept dunkin', rollin' over number 1 seeds like it was nothin',
best believe if we need a 3 it was comin ,from the man who fans packed up 15 buses, to come to the games, everyone wanted to see freshman playin like verterans you gotta believe.
2 and O out in Boston and in Albany, won it all in New Orleans for all too see, nobody picked this team seeded 3 to win it all except 'cuse fans and Dicky V, King Anthony best player, best team in the nation, sing it out loud, give 'em a standing ovation.
(you better) 'cuse yourself in the moment, you hold it, you own it, your underfeted in the dome.
just give it one more shot, anthony dont go pro, national champions, lets make it 2 in a row.
(you better) 'cuse yourself in the moment, you hold it, you own it, your underfeted in the dome.
just give it one more shot, anthony dont go pro, national champions, lets make it 2 in a row.
do not let him leave, do not let him leave, if you see Carmelo tie his arms, duct tape his legs, throw him in the basement 'til the NBA draft, you're not going no where, haha.
Download Cuse Yourself
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat:
Finally, this week I got my first tattoo. I've been talking about getting one for at least the last 8 years, but now I just sucked it up and did it. I've always talked the big game about getting one, but always pussied out at the end. On Tuesday, i finally decided that it was time for me to stop acting like such a puss and go through with something for once in my life.
Click here to see the picture!
Finally, this week I got my first tattoo. I've been talking about getting one for at least the last 8 years, but now I just sucked it up and did it. I've always talked the big game about getting one, but always pussied out at the end. On Tuesday, i finally decided that it was time for me to stop acting like such a puss and go through with something for once in my life.
Click here to see the picture!
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
So what are you doing Friday night?
Halloween:
Team Sheen and Redmond/Harnett enterprises proudly presents...
Folks, if you have nothing big planned on Friday, please join John Harnett and Mike Redmond as they guest bartend at Saloon on Nov 4th. It should be a rapturous evening of debauchery and overall inebriated behavior. Last few evening when Redmond and Boobie have bartended have been overall joyous times. So, if you wanna come, the more the merrier. Come see Redmond not lift a finger and Harnett struggle the track down the recipe for a Lemon Drop. Also, come down and see all your favorite UES locals mock Paul and Harnett for blowing their hair out...
Hey John, make sure you have a round of Nick Nolte’s waiting for me and my people… If you can’t make that, I’ll take a Rob Riener.
Team Sheen and Redmond/Harnett enterprises proudly presents...
Folks, if you have nothing big planned on Friday, please join John Harnett and Mike Redmond as they guest bartend at Saloon on Nov 4th. It should be a rapturous evening of debauchery and overall inebriated behavior. Last few evening when Redmond and Boobie have bartended have been overall joyous times. So, if you wanna come, the more the merrier. Come see Redmond not lift a finger and Harnett struggle the track down the recipe for a Lemon Drop. Also, come down and see all your favorite UES locals mock Paul and Harnett for blowing their hair out...
Hey John, make sure you have a round of Nick Nolte’s waiting for me and my people… If you can’t make that, I’ll take a Rob Riener.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Halloween:
Another halloween in the books...
This year, we kicked it up a notch and dressed up as Team Zissou, from the Life Aquatic. I took some pictures and threw them up here, so check them out if you have a minute...
I'll write more about it later, but tomorrow is my last day at DHWW, and I have a ton of shit to get in order before I go to bed this evening.
Another halloween in the books...
This year, we kicked it up a notch and dressed up as Team Zissou, from the Life Aquatic. I took some pictures and threw them up here, so check them out if you have a minute...
I'll write more about it later, but tomorrow is my last day at DHWW, and I have a ton of shit to get in order before I go to bed this evening.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Scary Rob with Hair?!?!?!
Nice Rug, Bob:
So, I found this picture of Scary Rob, AKA Bobby C, AKA Filthy Rob, AKA Irrational Bob, AKA Rob Cassata. He's wearing a hat, but the way the picture was taken, it looks like he's really wearing a toupe. Honestly, I almost passed out when I saw this picture, mostly because it's been almost a year to the day since Rob last had hair...
So, I found this picture of Scary Rob, AKA Bobby C, AKA Filthy Rob, AKA Irrational Bob, AKA Rob Cassata. He's wearing a hat, but the way the picture was taken, it looks like he's really wearing a toupe. Honestly, I almost passed out when I saw this picture, mostly because it's been almost a year to the day since Rob last had hair...
Friday, October 21, 2005
You Can't Believe How Much Fun We're Having!
 |  | BUY THIS ALBUM: So i saw Atmosphere last week at Irving Plaza. Sick ass show, plus their new album that dropped is really starting to grow on me... This albumn is worth copping... |
Who looks the best?
Vote Joe K!:
Ok, so we decided to take this vote to the public, mostly because we all voted for ourselves. But who do you think looks the best with the infamous brown skull cap I stole in San Diego?
Vote Joe Kanakaraj, an honest man, and an honest American.
Ok, so we decided to take this vote to the public, mostly because we all voted for ourselves. But who do you think looks the best with the infamous brown skull cap I stole in San Diego?
Vote Joe Kanakaraj, an honest man, and an honest American.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Corn, gotta love the corn!
Corn, sweet natural corn!:
Well, PK made a bet with Poof ($50) and Harnett ($25) that he would grow his hair out and get cornrows for a month. We all feel that it's not going to happen, but I will be tracking the progress of this bet on Kanakaraj.com.
Damn Paul, you look good with corn. You're like Josh Boone minus the butt-ugly.
Well, PK made a bet with Poof ($50) and Harnett ($25) that he would grow his hair out and get cornrows for a month. We all feel that it's not going to happen, but I will be tracking the progress of this bet on Kanakaraj.com.
Damn Paul, you look good with corn. You're like Josh Boone minus the butt-ugly.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Flickr Site!
Online Pictures:
Well, I hooked up a Flickr site and patched it through my running weblog. You check it out here! It's pretty sweet, they come straight from my camera phone, then sent to my flickr page, where it gets blogged at the click of a button.
Well, I hooked up a Flickr site and patched it through my running weblog. You check it out here! It's pretty sweet, they come straight from my camera phone, then sent to my flickr page, where it gets blogged at the click of a button.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Just End The Season
Just End The Season:
Got an email from an old co-worker today who was a VP at my company when I was here, who also is a big Jets fan like myself. This is what he threw in the PS:
"The Jets just called me and they want me to start at QB this Sunday. They said they are calling random 42-year olds in New Jersey. Couldn’t do much worse than last Sunday I guess. "
Ain't that the damn truth...
Got an email from an old co-worker today who was a VP at my company when I was here, who also is a big Jets fan like myself. This is what he threw in the PS:
"The Jets just called me and they want me to start at QB this Sunday. They said they are calling random 42-year olds in New Jersey. Couldn’t do much worse than last Sunday I guess. "
Ain't that the damn truth...
Changing Of The Gaurd
Changing Of The Gaurd:
Well, it's official. I put in my two-week notice at Direct Holdings, to pursue a job at MLB Advanced Media. Although I'm excited about what lies ahead of me, I can't help but to be a little sad about what I'm leaving behind.
As many of you know, I've had a bumpy ride at DHWW. When I first came here, I felt my talents were being wasted in order to get production out of me to do remedial work. Eventually, there was a changing on the guard, and I was able to perform at a level that I knew I was capable. So much, that they made me the Project Manager a few weeks ago. I've had the opportunity to work with some incredibly talented people here, and on the same token, some people who I don't mind never working with again. But all in all, when our numbers were called during launch for www.lillianvernon.com and www.timelife.com, everyone stepped it up a notch, and that's what I'll remember most about this team. When the pressure was on, we were there for each other to make one another better; truly the living example of synergy.
It was a tough decision, but my boss was cool about it. He understands this is where I have to be now, and that MLB is a dream come true. Truly this man has been a great leader and teacher over the past year and hopefully our paths cross again in the future. The other two Directors have done nothing but teach me and take me under their wings. They never had to do that, but they did anyway...
I'll remember those late nights at the office, making trips to get wine at 10pm, just because we deserved it. I'll remember being here at 3am for the timelife.com launch, only to come and find Smokey Robinson passed out cold on his desk. I'll remember everyone growing beards when we made the playoffs in softball. And I'll especially remember the great people I met and worked with over this year.
Also, Boobie Harnett is demanding his own section dedicated to him. What a booze bag...
Well, it's official. I put in my two-week notice at Direct Holdings, to pursue a job at MLB Advanced Media. Although I'm excited about what lies ahead of me, I can't help but to be a little sad about what I'm leaving behind.
As many of you know, I've had a bumpy ride at DHWW. When I first came here, I felt my talents were being wasted in order to get production out of me to do remedial work. Eventually, there was a changing on the guard, and I was able to perform at a level that I knew I was capable. So much, that they made me the Project Manager a few weeks ago. I've had the opportunity to work with some incredibly talented people here, and on the same token, some people who I don't mind never working with again. But all in all, when our numbers were called during launch for www.lillianvernon.com and www.timelife.com, everyone stepped it up a notch, and that's what I'll remember most about this team. When the pressure was on, we were there for each other to make one another better; truly the living example of synergy.
It was a tough decision, but my boss was cool about it. He understands this is where I have to be now, and that MLB is a dream come true. Truly this man has been a great leader and teacher over the past year and hopefully our paths cross again in the future. The other two Directors have done nothing but teach me and take me under their wings. They never had to do that, but they did anyway...
I'll remember those late nights at the office, making trips to get wine at 10pm, just because we deserved it. I'll remember being here at 3am for the timelife.com launch, only to come and find Smokey Robinson passed out cold on his desk. I'll remember everyone growing beards when we made the playoffs in softball. And I'll especially remember the great people I met and worked with over this year.
Also, Boobie Harnett is demanding his own section dedicated to him. What a booze bag...
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Crossroads
Crossroads:
"I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees,
Asked the lord above for mercy, save me if you please."
-Robert Johnson
Sometimes you feel like you hit that crossroad where you don't have a clue about where to go and what to do. It seems like there are a lot of reasons for you to go left, but just as many to go right...
"And I’m standing at the crossroads, believe I’m sinking down."
"I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees,
Asked the lord above for mercy, save me if you please."
-Robert Johnson
Sometimes you feel like you hit that crossroad where you don't have a clue about where to go and what to do. It seems like there are a lot of reasons for you to go left, but just as many to go right...
"And I’m standing at the crossroads, believe I’m sinking down."
Sunday, September 25, 2005
The Frosty/Grosken Merger
Frost!:
So, this weekend, Paul and I traveled to Bumblefuck, NY, aka Forestburg for Frosty's wedding reception. Basically, her and Dave eloped in Vegas and finally broke and threw a party for the friends and family. A good time was had by all. PK and I enjoyed our time spent with Frosty, Dave, Katie, Anne, Julie and Kristy, as well as the entire Frost/Grosken contingency.
BTW, Ann Roddy made this dip that was insane. Definitely the ice breaker in a majority of the awkward conversations we encountered. Seems like you could hear everyone saying "hey, did you try that dip? It's amazing!" Good work Roddy...
So, this weekend, Paul and I traveled to Bumblefuck, NY, aka Forestburg for Frosty's wedding reception. Basically, her and Dave eloped in Vegas and finally broke and threw a party for the friends and family. A good time was had by all. PK and I enjoyed our time spent with Frosty, Dave, Katie, Anne, Julie and Kristy, as well as the entire Frost/Grosken contingency.
BTW, Ann Roddy made this dip that was insane. Definitely the ice breaker in a majority of the awkward conversations we encountered. Seems like you could hear everyone saying "hey, did you try that dip? It's amazing!" Good work Roddy...
Friday, August 19, 2005
Shappy
Shappy:
I remember back a few years ago when Ethan and I would get up at the most obscure hours, just to go over some of the shit we would write. Recently, the two of us haven't put anything down in years. It seems like I a few years ago, there was a plethora of creative energy coming from myself, E, Max, Chris, Buck, etc... Now, nothing. For me, it seems like I'm still waiting around for the right person to inspire me to write again...
Anyway, I found this gem that Ethan wrote a few years ago. I don't know if I ever told him this, but it's probably my favorite song of his.
Stiletto Footprints
E. Schapira
When I would sit by the stage at Stilettos,
I’d think of holding your hand- walking you through the meadows
While others fantasized, instead of being tantalized
By those dancing thighs in front of Ethan he’d romanticize
Somehow turning T&A into love without a limit,
But hey, if a sucker manifests every minute
Then consider me a cough drop, I’ve always had a soft spot
And being needed, that’s like the flame that made the moth hot,
But therein lies the crux of my dilemma
You stand too close to the fault line and you’ll feel the flux and tremor
And now the brow above my eye furrows, as I’m hitting the brake and
Trying to take in the view from the Tri-Boro
I used to think that alone was worth the $3.50
But that skyline shone alot brighter when you were with me
Sifting past Manhattan, drifting towards Brooklyn,
Miffed, as to why everything is so dim-looking,
Shifting my course off of the BQE,
Cause you and me? Guess it wasn’t meant to be, cutie
You could tell me some silly story in a tone that’s conciliatory
About who did what to who in the conservatory,
And she did it, with the best of intentions-
Yes, Did I mention that baby’s been blessed with a penchant
For drenching me with all of her sorrows when she’s bartending
And quenching what’s left with a good old fashion heart wrenching?
HOOK:
And so I kill two words with one poem,
If you say it’s all love, then you’ll say it alone
But if you guess that it’s hate I have to hesitate
Reluctant to embrace the way that echo resonates
See if love is a many-splendored blend of feeling tender
And being rendered unable to really remember
What hate is, then likewise, hate is type wise
And can paint love in a light that’s a sore for sight’s eyes
And I find myself trying to- find myself
Lost in every soul that I think is crying for help
A recurring theme, reminds me of a stirring dream
I once had, streaks of light in the eyes of a girl that seemed euphoria
She had the aura of aurora borealis
She said “Out by Coney Island all the boys they call me Alice
Cause my palace is a wonderland, and they all come blundering through.
Their hearts I plunder and their souls I rip asunder”
And I stunned her by saying, “Thanks, but I think I’ll pass”
She said “You can’t get reflection by looking past the looking glass.
You need to stick your hand in this hat, and see what you can pull out”
But I’m stuck here rubbing my eyes, just trying to get the wool out,
Cause it’s been pulled over em so many damn times
Seems like I go blind each time I try to read between the tan lines,
Conversing through pantomime, cause words are so empty
It’s like anything I say can and will be used against me
In this court of law, put in a quarter and caught a mortal coil
Wanted to return what I bought- but it’s not that sort of store
All I could afford, selling parts of Ethan door to door
Hoped they’d try to score some more but they already saw the flaw
Imported raw materials to try to fill the order form
Thought there were no strings attached- til I tripped over the cord
So I hopped in my Accord and floored the pedal,
Heading back towards Stilettos and dreams of floral meadows.
HOOK:
And so I kill two words with one poem,
If you say it’s all love, then you’ll say it alone
But if you guess that it’s hate I have to hesitate
Reluctant to embrace the way that echo resonates
See if love is a many-splendored blend of feeling tender
And being rendered unable to really remember
What hate is, then likewise, hate is type wise
And can paint love in a light that’s a sore for sight’s eyes
I remember back a few years ago when Ethan and I would get up at the most obscure hours, just to go over some of the shit we would write. Recently, the two of us haven't put anything down in years. It seems like I a few years ago, there was a plethora of creative energy coming from myself, E, Max, Chris, Buck, etc... Now, nothing. For me, it seems like I'm still waiting around for the right person to inspire me to write again...
Anyway, I found this gem that Ethan wrote a few years ago. I don't know if I ever told him this, but it's probably my favorite song of his.
Stiletto Footprints
E. Schapira
When I would sit by the stage at Stilettos,
I’d think of holding your hand- walking you through the meadows
While others fantasized, instead of being tantalized
By those dancing thighs in front of Ethan he’d romanticize
Somehow turning T&A into love without a limit,
But hey, if a sucker manifests every minute
Then consider me a cough drop, I’ve always had a soft spot
And being needed, that’s like the flame that made the moth hot,
But therein lies the crux of my dilemma
You stand too close to the fault line and you’ll feel the flux and tremor
And now the brow above my eye furrows, as I’m hitting the brake and
Trying to take in the view from the Tri-Boro
I used to think that alone was worth the $3.50
But that skyline shone alot brighter when you were with me
Sifting past Manhattan, drifting towards Brooklyn,
Miffed, as to why everything is so dim-looking,
Shifting my course off of the BQE,
Cause you and me? Guess it wasn’t meant to be, cutie
You could tell me some silly story in a tone that’s conciliatory
About who did what to who in the conservatory,
And she did it, with the best of intentions-
Yes, Did I mention that baby’s been blessed with a penchant
For drenching me with all of her sorrows when she’s bartending
And quenching what’s left with a good old fashion heart wrenching?
HOOK:
And so I kill two words with one poem,
If you say it’s all love, then you’ll say it alone
But if you guess that it’s hate I have to hesitate
Reluctant to embrace the way that echo resonates
See if love is a many-splendored blend of feeling tender
And being rendered unable to really remember
What hate is, then likewise, hate is type wise
And can paint love in a light that’s a sore for sight’s eyes
And I find myself trying to- find myself
Lost in every soul that I think is crying for help
A recurring theme, reminds me of a stirring dream
I once had, streaks of light in the eyes of a girl that seemed euphoria
She had the aura of aurora borealis
She said “Out by Coney Island all the boys they call me Alice
Cause my palace is a wonderland, and they all come blundering through.
Their hearts I plunder and their souls I rip asunder”
And I stunned her by saying, “Thanks, but I think I’ll pass”
She said “You can’t get reflection by looking past the looking glass.
You need to stick your hand in this hat, and see what you can pull out”
But I’m stuck here rubbing my eyes, just trying to get the wool out,
Cause it’s been pulled over em so many damn times
Seems like I go blind each time I try to read between the tan lines,
Conversing through pantomime, cause words are so empty
It’s like anything I say can and will be used against me
In this court of law, put in a quarter and caught a mortal coil
Wanted to return what I bought- but it’s not that sort of store
All I could afford, selling parts of Ethan door to door
Hoped they’d try to score some more but they already saw the flaw
Imported raw materials to try to fill the order form
Thought there were no strings attached- til I tripped over the cord
So I hopped in my Accord and floored the pedal,
Heading back towards Stilettos and dreams of floral meadows.
HOOK:
And so I kill two words with one poem,
If you say it’s all love, then you’ll say it alone
But if you guess that it’s hate I have to hesitate
Reluctant to embrace the way that echo resonates
See if love is a many-splendored blend of feeling tender
And being rendered unable to really remember
What hate is, then likewise, hate is type wise
And can paint love in a light that’s a sore for sight’s eyes
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Playoff Bound!
Playoff Bound!:
Well, it's official, my company softball team officially made the playoffs for the first time in it's history! Everyone's pretty amped about this, and we're celebrating it with a happy hour at the James Joyce on Thursday in White Plains. So if you're in the neighborhood, head on over and help us celebrate!
Also, check out the team photo!!!
Well, it's official, my company softball team officially made the playoffs for the first time in it's history! Everyone's pretty amped about this, and we're celebrating it with a happy hour at the James Joyce on Thursday in White Plains. So if you're in the neighborhood, head on over and help us celebrate!
Also, check out the team photo!!!
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
A Tribute to Lisa Bonet
 | | A Tribute to Lisa Bonet: Felt, aka Slug and Murs just dropped another album. It's pretty solid, but it's just getting me more and more amped for the Atmosphere album that's coming out in September, You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having. BTW, solid party on Saturday. Some of the highlights were: 1) Shane Winters sleeping on the couch with his feet on the lap of Harnetts drunk cousin. 2) PK and all of us buying a ton of food, only to run out of gas on the grill by 5:30. 3) The Yankees amazing comeback win against the Angels right before everything kicked off. 4) Mike Cooper and Paul having to share a bed. |
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Monday, July 11, 2005
Dumb and Dumberer
Dumb and Dumberer:
Solid email war this afternoon between Fudgy (Pipes) and Boobie (Harnett).
Pipes: i forgot to tell you all i got a new lightsaber from my aunt this weekend. This one makes noise and lights up. Pretty cool. I am very excited about it. Its a replica of Vader's which isnt what i really wanted.. I wanted either Kenobi or Anakin's original, which Luke has in the later films. But atleast it will go with the mask.
Boobie: Why are you making this so easy on me……………?
Pipes: what are you talking about?
Boobie: The nerd paragraph you provided for us below
Pipes: I apologize for having different interests then you. Just because you aspire to be a booze bag boob while I embrace the Jedi art, that is no reason to mock me.
There was more of this today, but only between Paul and Boobie.
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Boobie: Your so LAZY!!!!
Paul: Harnett, you were on the couch this morning, where I found you last night, where I found you that morning, where I found you the night before....You were on that couch for over 30 hours and your calling me lazy...?
Boobie: Paul- your so LAZY, when was the last time you did anything productive?
Paul: Go f-ck yourself you pudgy little wanker. I cleaned everybody's dishes Saturday and cleaned up all the beer cans from Friday night and the previous nights before and brought down garbage. And you have the audacity to stuff your fat face with food and leave dirty dishes in the sink. Go sit on Pipes' light saber you dumb f-ck....
Boobie: Can anyone answer me the following? Why is the help speaking to me?
Paul: Because you're to dumb to filter your emails....
Boobie: I’m getting bored of you Lazy, Pipes what’s up you shanty Irish sci-fi shi-head?
Me: Johnny Huff Head can't go to the gym tonight, he has a big Euchre date at 7:30. Him and Scary Rob have to defend the honor of Team Boobie C.
Boobie: 7:30 is a bit early buddy boy, I can do 9ish
Paul: Game starts @ 8:00 pm. We all already know this. Typical Harnett, anything you tell him bounces off of his fat head and he pretends like you never told him. Very similar to the the time I told him on Wednesday to get his golf clubs for Saturday, and he tried to pretend like I never told him until Friday, despite me having documentation through out the whole week. Boobie, game is @ 8:00 pm. Boobie, game is @ 8:00 pm. Boobie, game is @ 8:00 pm. Boobie, game is @ 8:00 pm. Boobie, game is @ 8:00 pm. Boobie, game is @ 8:00 pm. Boobie, game is @ 8:00 pm.
Boobie: Can’t do it, can’t do it, can’t do it
Paul: Why, too dumb to tell time? Or will you be pretending to go to the gym?
Boobie: Not nice Lazy, not nice. I assume you will be not doing much tonight as in watching Sponge Bob in your room while eating cheese
Paul: Yes. You are correct. This will be my last email as I don't have time to waste with people who have and IQ around the Forest Gump line...
Solid email war this afternoon between Fudgy (Pipes) and Boobie (Harnett).
Pipes: i forgot to tell you all i got a new lightsaber from my aunt this weekend. This one makes noise and lights up. Pretty cool. I am very excited about it. Its a replica of Vader's which isnt what i really wanted.. I wanted either Kenobi or Anakin's original, which Luke has in the later films. But atleast it will go with the mask.
Boobie: Why are you making this so easy on me……………?
Pipes: what are you talking about?
Boobie: The nerd paragraph you provided for us below
Pipes: I apologize for having different interests then you. Just because you aspire to be a booze bag boob while I embrace the Jedi art, that is no reason to mock me.
There was more of this today, but only between Paul and Boobie.
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Boobie: Your so LAZY!!!!
Paul: Harnett, you were on the couch this morning, where I found you last night, where I found you that morning, where I found you the night before....You were on that couch for over 30 hours and your calling me lazy...?
Boobie: Paul- your so LAZY, when was the last time you did anything productive?
Paul: Go f-ck yourself you pudgy little wanker. I cleaned everybody's dishes Saturday and cleaned up all the beer cans from Friday night and the previous nights before and brought down garbage. And you have the audacity to stuff your fat face with food and leave dirty dishes in the sink. Go sit on Pipes' light saber you dumb f-ck....
Boobie: Can anyone answer me the following? Why is the help speaking to me?
Paul: Because you're to dumb to filter your emails....
Boobie: I’m getting bored of you Lazy, Pipes what’s up you shanty Irish sci-fi shi-head?
Me: Johnny Huff Head can't go to the gym tonight, he has a big Euchre date at 7:30. Him and Scary Rob have to defend the honor of Team Boobie C.
Boobie: 7:30 is a bit early buddy boy, I can do 9ish
Paul: Game starts @ 8:00 pm. We all already know this. Typical Harnett, anything you tell him bounces off of his fat head and he pretends like you never told him. Very similar to the the time I told him on Wednesday to get his golf clubs for Saturday, and he tried to pretend like I never told him until Friday, despite me having documentation through out the whole week. Boobie, game is @ 8:00 pm. Boobie, game is @ 8:00 pm. Boobie, game is @ 8:00 pm. Boobie, game is @ 8:00 pm. Boobie, game is @ 8:00 pm. Boobie, game is @ 8:00 pm. Boobie, game is @ 8:00 pm.
Boobie: Can’t do it, can’t do it, can’t do it
Paul: Why, too dumb to tell time? Or will you be pretending to go to the gym?
Boobie: Not nice Lazy, not nice. I assume you will be not doing much tonight as in watching Sponge Bob in your room while eating cheese
Paul: Yes. You are correct. This will be my last email as I don't have time to waste with people who have and IQ around the Forest Gump line...
Monday, July 04, 2005
I'm Back!
The Boys of Summer:
Well folks, you might be wondering why I've been unavailable for the past two weeks. Well, it's simple. I just got back from a 12 day California baseball road trip with Paul and Buchalter. Honestly, it was overall an amazing trip. I have a ton of picture, as well as some video from Paul to post in the coming days. But to give you a quick highlight reel, we JetBlue'd our asses to Oakland, (after sitting on the runway for three hours none the less in JFK), hit up Giants and A's games, took the Pacific Coast Highway all the way down to LA (12 amazing and torturous hours). Hit up Dodgers and Angels games, then bolted for San Diego for a Padres game. Lots of great tales in between, plus we got to see some great friend like Melanie Grodanz, Tara Hall and Bobby "Bobcat" Wamsley along to way. It's 2 am EST right now, and I've still on Cali time, but I'll get around to posting the pics with details tomorrow.
Also, Redmond, Paul is irate that you let your cousin sleep in his bed.
On an off note, I see John Harnett is running away with the most up-to-date poll, and offically has the new nickname of "Boobie".
Well folks, you might be wondering why I've been unavailable for the past two weeks. Well, it's simple. I just got back from a 12 day California baseball road trip with Paul and Buchalter. Honestly, it was overall an amazing trip. I have a ton of picture, as well as some video from Paul to post in the coming days. But to give you a quick highlight reel, we JetBlue'd our asses to Oakland, (after sitting on the runway for three hours none the less in JFK), hit up Giants and A's games, took the Pacific Coast Highway all the way down to LA (12 amazing and torturous hours). Hit up Dodgers and Angels games, then bolted for San Diego for a Padres game. Lots of great tales in between, plus we got to see some great friend like Melanie Grodanz, Tara Hall and Bobby "Bobcat" Wamsley along to way. It's 2 am EST right now, and I've still on Cali time, but I'll get around to posting the pics with details tomorrow.
Also, Redmond, Paul is irate that you let your cousin sleep in his bed.
On an off note, I see John Harnett is running away with the most up-to-date poll, and offically has the new nickname of "Boobie".
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Special Thanks
Special Thanks:
This weekend was amazing. In honor of my 28th b-day, PK, Pipes, Juice, Harnett, Desma and Katie threw me a birthday bash at the penthouse. It was a solid roster and I think we had about 80 people there at one point, but it was a nice and kind gesture nonetheless.
This weekend was amazing. In honor of my 28th b-day, PK, Pipes, Juice, Harnett, Desma and Katie threw me a birthday bash at the penthouse. It was a solid roster and I think we had about 80 people there at one point, but it was a nice and kind gesture nonetheless.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
The Big Two-Eight:
The Big Two-Eight:
So, tomorrow is the 28th anniversary of my birth. Yes, 28 years ago, my dear mother suffered through hours upon hours of labor to unleash me on the world. Major props to Ann Marie for going through labor and putting up with me for these 28 years.
Tomorrow evening as well, PK, Harnett, Juice, Pipes, Desma and Katie are throwing me a birthday bash at the Penthouse on the UES. If you have no plans, and you feel like giving me either:
…then feel free to stop by. It should be a great night.
Other than that, I got a long lost email from a great friend of mine, Jason Berger. Jason and I were great friends our freshman year at Syracuse, and after he left that year, we still managed to keep in touch to some capacity. It’s always great hearing from him. He truly is a kind soul and great man, someone who I knew, despite only hanging out with him for one year in college, would be someone who I could always draw inspiration from. Every time I ‘d try to google him or look for some old email, I’d always turn a dead end. But somehow, he always found me. It’s funny because a few nights ago, I thought long and hard about how it’s been 10 years since my parents dropped me off on the Hill as a scared freshman, and I’m honestly happy to look back and see where I am now. But I thought a lot about freshman year, and how different my life would have been, for better or worse, if Jason and Ryan stayed at Syracuse. The three of us were inseparable then, because we had so much in common, but after that year, parted ways. I can’t say I regret the way college turned out, mostly because of all the amazing people that came in my life after that, but I’m certainly curious of what could have been, and if I would be happier. But hearing from Berger makes me realize that I can have the best of both worlds…
So, tomorrow is the 28th anniversary of my birth. Yes, 28 years ago, my dear mother suffered through hours upon hours of labor to unleash me on the world. Major props to Ann Marie for going through labor and putting up with me for these 28 years.
Tomorrow evening as well, PK, Harnett, Juice, Pipes, Desma and Katie are throwing me a birthday bash at the Penthouse on the UES. If you have no plans, and you feel like giving me either:
- Money
- Props
- A slap on the ass
- All of the above
…then feel free to stop by. It should be a great night.
Other than that, I got a long lost email from a great friend of mine, Jason Berger. Jason and I were great friends our freshman year at Syracuse, and after he left that year, we still managed to keep in touch to some capacity. It’s always great hearing from him. He truly is a kind soul and great man, someone who I knew, despite only hanging out with him for one year in college, would be someone who I could always draw inspiration from. Every time I ‘d try to google him or look for some old email, I’d always turn a dead end. But somehow, he always found me. It’s funny because a few nights ago, I thought long and hard about how it’s been 10 years since my parents dropped me off on the Hill as a scared freshman, and I’m honestly happy to look back and see where I am now. But I thought a lot about freshman year, and how different my life would have been, for better or worse, if Jason and Ryan stayed at Syracuse. The three of us were inseparable then, because we had so much in common, but after that year, parted ways. I can’t say I regret the way college turned out, mostly because of all the amazing people that came in my life after that, but I’m certainly curious of what could have been, and if I would be happier. But hearing from Berger makes me realize that I can have the best of both worlds…
Saturday, May 07, 2005
updates!
Finally, an update!!!!:
Okay, enough of the constant emails and phone calls about the updates! So here it is:
Okay, can you guys leave me alone now?
Okay, enough of the constant emails and phone calls about the updates! So here it is:
- I now play in a softball league with the sister of a famous Yankee who’s still on the team and quite a predominant figure in NYC.
- She date’s DJ Premier, whom PK and I actually had the honor of having dinner with two weeks ago after a game. Honestly, Premo, in my opinion, is one of the greatest producers the ever hit the hip-hop scene. With every Gang Starr album under his belt, on top of Nas’s Illmatic and Biggie’s Ready To Die as well, he’s basically what Rudy Van Gelder was to jazz, as he is to hip-hop. And he’s so cool and laid back it’s not even funny. We basically sat around and just talked about sports the whole time.
- Also, the Lizards, which is our NYC team, is now 3-0, which in the 2 years and 4 season I’ve played with them has never been accomplished.
- Work is going great. The change of commute from White Plains to Rye has helped tremendously, and I now have a great Director who I report to who’s made my job a lot more exciting and challenging.
- PK, Harnett, Juice and Pipes are pretty much settled into their 4 man penthouse on then Upper East Side. This place is sick. Not only is their living room the size of my place, but they have three terraces, and two are bigger than my apartment. Bobby C. and I are officially jealous, since we pay the same rent and have apartments about an 1/8th of the size.
- Next week (Friday, May 13th) I officially turn 28. Honestly, at this point, it’s not even an issue. I’ve overcome the whole “it’s all downhill from here” thing about 2 years ago. Early shout outs to Stevie Wonder, Bee Arthur, Harvey Kietel and Samantha Morton who are blessed enough to share the same birthday as me.
- We officially booked our tickets for California. For those who don’t know, Paul, Buchalter and myself are going on a 12 day baseball extravaganza from San Fran to San Diego at the end of next month. We plan on hitting up every baseball stadium that Cali has to offer, as well as making stops to various poker clubs and casinos, Tijuana, Melanie Grodanz, and what ever else floats our boat. We debated about a cruise or vacation in the Caribbean, but driving from San Fran to San Diego with good tunes, great company and a ton of baseball was too good to pass up.
- The Life Aquatic comes out next week, and it’s instantly been named to the Criterion Collection. A must see…
Okay, can you guys leave me alone now?
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Elan F-cking Mehler
Elan Fucking Mehler:
This weekend, not only did Paul, Harnett, Pipes and Camhi move into an insane 4 bedroom duplex penthouse in Yorkville, but Ethan Schapira had his birthday. Of course, there was a birthday party. Solid roster at the party, including Matt Borden, Assistant GM Scott Spivak, Bobby C, Morgan Mirvis, and one of my personal favorites, Elan Mehler. I'm down with Elan Mahler for many reasons.
Elan was telling me that he just won a grant to go record some tracks in lovely Minn-a-snow-ta. In all honesty though, Minnesota is a booming city in terms of music, playing shepherd to such groups as Atmoshpere, Brother Ali, Blueprint, and Eyedea and Abilities. Check out Elan's website and music if you get a chance. He's truely a good man, with a solid future in music.
This weekend, not only did Paul, Harnett, Pipes and Camhi move into an insane 4 bedroom duplex penthouse in Yorkville, but Ethan Schapira had his birthday. Of course, there was a birthday party. Solid roster at the party, including Matt Borden, Assistant GM Scott Spivak, Bobby C, Morgan Mirvis, and one of my personal favorites, Elan Mehler. I'm down with Elan Mahler for many reasons.
- His refined knowledge of jazz and his superior ability to tickly the ivory.
- He somehow manages to grow about 4 inches every time I see him
- When we were still in college, he was on the roster the first time I saw the Big Lebowski, one of my favorite Cohen Brother films
- He was on the roster when we got a stripper at Spivak's house
- I was going to hire him to help move me into my apartment two years ago, but he couldn't because the move-in date was on Yom Kipur
Elan was telling me that he just won a grant to go record some tracks in lovely Minn-a-snow-ta. In all honesty though, Minnesota is a booming city in terms of music, playing shepherd to such groups as Atmoshpere, Brother Ali, Blueprint, and Eyedea and Abilities. Check out Elan's website and music if you get a chance. He's truely a good man, with a solid future in music.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Poor Dobbs
 | | Poor Dobbs: So, it appears that poor old Dobbs got the crap knocked out of him at Doyles on Sunday. For some reason, Harnett is making it a point to hit up every St. Patricks Day even in the tri-state area, including the Hoboken debacle last weekend, in which he spent two hours at a bar throwing costers and lemons at Pipes while he was working. Anyway, he was at Doyles and someone punched him in his precious, Irish face which required his sister taking him to the hospital that night. Now, the details are fuzzy, and I asked Pipes first hand on what happened and he wrote this this to me: I really don't know the details, but I am sure you can make them up. I had left about an hour or so before it happened. I can say this, his sister was looking good and I confronted her about why she called me a d**k to your brother. I also asked her about when she admitted her love for Paul and she confessed to it. So make up some stuff... Actually Pipes, Rosemary called you a dirtbag and slimeball. And she said it to me, Dobbs and Paul, as well as Harnett's retarded cousin. Regardless, I think you summed up what happened. |
Friday, March 11, 2005
It’s the most wonderful time of the year
It’s the most wonderful time of the year:
I’m telling you, nothing is better than March Madness. Conference Tourneys->Selection Sunday->the Big Dance? I mean seriously, does it get better than that? March rivals Christmas time for being the most wonderful time of the year.
Although I thought Syracuse was a Final Four team pre-season, now I’d be happy with not getting their asses handed to them tonight by UConn and an Elite 8 appearance.
I’m telling you, nothing is better than March Madness. Conference Tourneys->Selection Sunday->the Big Dance? I mean seriously, does it get better than that? March rivals Christmas time for being the most wonderful time of the year.
Although I thought Syracuse was a Final Four team pre-season, now I’d be happy with not getting their asses handed to them tonight by UConn and an Elite 8 appearance.
Saturday, March 05, 2005
Update
Updates:
Well, Mike Cooper demanded an update, and who the fuck am I to deny him of one? Last night, PK and I hit up the Joyce with some of my co-workers from LV, then proceeded to Merks house for a drink. What turned out to be a downlow night, ended up with a Bobby C. cameo of sorts.
Tonight, we're going to 3rd and Long, where Pipes is guest bartending. We'll see what we can do to cause some trouble there.
Well, Mike Cooper demanded an update, and who the fuck am I to deny him of one? Last night, PK and I hit up the Joyce with some of my co-workers from LV, then proceeded to Merks house for a drink. What turned out to be a downlow night, ended up with a Bobby C. cameo of sorts.
Tonight, we're going to 3rd and Long, where Pipes is guest bartending. We'll see what we can do to cause some trouble there.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
Party Poker sucks
Late night ramblings:
Well, launch went off and the work load has started to get a bit easier. The one thing that I've started to notice is that any company couldn't give a flying fuck about a website being launched, regardless of the fact that it generates 49% of the gross income of the company. I guess it's just the nature of the beast.
I pumped $100 into Party Poker last night, and after about 24 hours of play, I'm still even. I swear, some of the hands I've seen could only be generated by a complex computer program.
Super Bowl: After talking to numerous people, it seems like the general consensus is pulling for the Eagles. I mean, why not? Could you really sleep at night knowing that Tom Brady and the Patriots are the greatest team of this generation?
And that's another thing. . . How in God's name did Boston become the sports capital of the world? It seem like one minute I'm basking in the Yankees and an amazing Syracuse National Championship, and then the next, the Red Sox won a world series and the Pats are one win away from being a legit dynasty! I wouldn't be shocked if BC won a National Championship now, which would make my existence that much more pathetic.
Next Weekend: So, after this absurd Syracuse win against Notre Dame, or Notre Lame, I'm getting pumped for this weekend that could pan out like this:
Friday Night to Philly->SU v. Villanova->Atlantic City
Could be amazing, could end up costing me a chunk of my savings. We'll see. . .
Well, launch went off and the work load has started to get a bit easier. The one thing that I've started to notice is that any company couldn't give a flying fuck about a website being launched, regardless of the fact that it generates 49% of the gross income of the company. I guess it's just the nature of the beast.
I pumped $100 into Party Poker last night, and after about 24 hours of play, I'm still even. I swear, some of the hands I've seen could only be generated by a complex computer program.
Super Bowl: After talking to numerous people, it seems like the general consensus is pulling for the Eagles. I mean, why not? Could you really sleep at night knowing that Tom Brady and the Patriots are the greatest team of this generation?
And that's another thing. . . How in God's name did Boston become the sports capital of the world? It seem like one minute I'm basking in the Yankees and an amazing Syracuse National Championship, and then the next, the Red Sox won a world series and the Pats are one win away from being a legit dynasty! I wouldn't be shocked if BC won a National Championship now, which would make my existence that much more pathetic.
Next Weekend: So, after this absurd Syracuse win against Notre Dame, or Notre Lame, I'm getting pumped for this weekend that could pan out like this:
Friday Night to Philly->SU v. Villanova->Atlantic City
Could be amazing, could end up costing me a chunk of my savings. We'll see. . .
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Monday, January 17, 2005
Atlantic City or Bust!
Atlantic City or Bust!:
Before today, I've worked every single day since January 3rd, which would be exactly 14 days in a row without a single day off. I'm not talking about 9-5 too, I've been the first one in the office, and leaving at earliest around 9ish. It's been busy, but eventful. Sorry If I've seemed distant or out of touch recently, but it's really all work related. Other than an enormous knot in the my upper back, I'm not stressed out at all. It's just the nature of the beast in my industry.
So, we did have Monday off though. And I decided I was going to spend it on the $6/$12 tables at the Borgotta in lovely Atlantic City. This time, we made sure to not light any couches on fire.
So I picked Buchalter up and we were in the big blind by 6:00pm. Camhi, Schapiro, Neil, Matt "Buns" Watt and Mike Cooper all made the journey.
Buchalter and I also decided it was time to step up our game a bit. In previous trips, we spent the night at the Roadway Inn, and slept in a room that was wet from head to toe. But we came to this conclusion. Now that we're grown men, we don't ever have to: 1) Share a bed with anyone and 2) Stay at a dumpy hotel just to save $25.
We coughed up the extra loot and treated ourselves to solid nights sleep.
Anyway, I lost $8, which I guess makes me the big winner.
Before today, I've worked every single day since January 3rd, which would be exactly 14 days in a row without a single day off. I'm not talking about 9-5 too, I've been the first one in the office, and leaving at earliest around 9ish. It's been busy, but eventful. Sorry If I've seemed distant or out of touch recently, but it's really all work related. Other than an enormous knot in the my upper back, I'm not stressed out at all. It's just the nature of the beast in my industry.
So, we did have Monday off though. And I decided I was going to spend it on the $6/$12 tables at the Borgotta in lovely Atlantic City. This time, we made sure to not light any couches on fire.
So I picked Buchalter up and we were in the big blind by 6:00pm. Camhi, Schapiro, Neil, Matt "Buns" Watt and Mike Cooper all made the journey.
Buchalter and I also decided it was time to step up our game a bit. In previous trips, we spent the night at the Roadway Inn, and slept in a room that was wet from head to toe. But we came to this conclusion. Now that we're grown men, we don't ever have to: 1) Share a bed with anyone and 2) Stay at a dumpy hotel just to save $25.
We coughed up the extra loot and treated ourselves to solid nights sleep.
Anyway, I lost $8, which I guess makes me the big winner.
Sunday, January 09, 2005
New Poll + Updates
New Poll + Updates:
So, after Harnett bitched and moaned enough, I threw up a new poll. Probably for the best, since the last one was created about 4 months ago.
Anyway, I've been working my ass off recently, actually, 7 days a week now. Man, gotta love those website launches...
God, the Jets pulled off another miracle. They played well, but I honestly felt my stomach fall out of my ass when Barton got flagged.
Also, I've officially been to DBQ's now 5 times since it opened last month. I plan on making it a weekly thing.
So, after Harnett bitched and moaned enough, I threw up a new poll. Probably for the best, since the last one was created about 4 months ago.
Anyway, I've been working my ass off recently, actually, 7 days a week now. Man, gotta love those website launches...
God, the Jets pulled off another miracle. They played well, but I honestly felt my stomach fall out of my ass when Barton got flagged.
Also, I've officially been to DBQ's now 5 times since it opened last month. I plan on making it a weekly thing.
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