tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31956882011-04-21T21:31:21.686-04:00Random ramblingsanswers, questions, thoughtsJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comBlogger2251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1139958838700873242006-02-14T18:11:00.000-05:002006-02-14T18:13:58.710-05:00Here we areOn earth togetherIt's you and IGod has made us fall in loveIt's true I've really foundSomeone like youWill it stayThe love you feel for meWill you sayThat you will be by my sideTo see me throughUntil my life is throughWell in my mindWe can conquer the worldIn love you and IYou and I, you and I...I'm gladAt least in my lifeI've found someoneThat may not be here foreverTo see me Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1139504549850011972006-02-09T12:01:00.000-05:002006-02-09T12:02:29.863-05:00Things I learned today...* who Frederic Church was* what the Hudson River School painted* what a Federal House looks like* where the Berkshires areJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1138896977428834612006-02-02T11:09:00.000-05:002006-02-02T11:16:17.440-05:00Fall 2006 Men's Shows That I Like:Bottega Venetahttp://men.style.com/fashion/collections/F2006MEN/review/BVENETAGivenchy (not great but I like)http://men.style.com/fashion/collections/F2006MEN/review/GIVENCHYMENJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1135553147382070772005-12-25T18:21:00.000-05:002005-12-25T18:25:47.393-05:00I saw a real Oscar yesterday.Jerome Robbins' Oscar for Best Director for the movie version of West Side Story.Couldn't touch it though. It was behind glass.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1134580133711644262005-12-14T11:52:00.000-05:002005-12-14T12:08:53.756-05:00Everything anyone needs to know about me can be found on amazon.com.It lists the past seven New York City addresses in which I've lived and to which I've sent my orders. I'm glad somebody (or some thing, in this case) remembers them all.The "Joseph's Store" tab that's automatically generated from the items the site thinks I own recommends books from varied genres and topics (ranging from Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1130256303446781892005-10-25T12:04:00.000-04:002005-10-25T12:05:03.453-04:00I miss me being noncommittal.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1102352173911549142004-12-06T11:48:00.000-05:002004-12-06T11:56:13.910-05:00Runaway sock
When I used to live in a brownstone-like apartment in Brooklyn, I took my laundry to the cleaners a good seven blocks away. That was the closest one available. So, when I lost a sock, there was a lot of territory to cover and very likely that it would have been dropped along the way. I then moved into a high-rise building that had its laundry room on the second floor. I was on the Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1101408014662301312004-11-25T13:19:00.000-05:002004-11-25T13:40:14.663-05:00I thought I would take a hiatus from the hiatus to list my thanks this Thanksgiving day.
I am thankful for:
* life
* health (for now)
* having a job where I like the folks I'm with and it's low-stress and i get to work with celebrities
* parents who are okay with this job and are supportive
* responsible, encouraging sister and new brother-in-law
* agreeable roommates
* the nice, comfortable Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1100231530690116122004-11-11T22:39:00.000-05:002004-11-11T22:52:10.690-05:00November 11, 2004
I am taking a hiatus on this daily log.
Yes, it's an easy "out" for me to neglect my daily duties (since I've already started this hiatus).
I do not care what you think.
If you want to know about my daily life, you're welcomed to participate in it rather than read about it. Who am I? A celebrity?
Speaking of: I told some of y'all that Stephen Spielberg came into the store the Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1099058015284794972004-10-29T09:53:00.000-04:002004-10-29T09:55:37.886-04:00For Tuesday, October 26 to Thursday, October 28, 2004
I worked these three days. Nothing exciting happened. In fact, Tuesday was the slowest sales day of the month at the store. CONgratulations to me.
Though I've never worked in a retail store before, most of the jobs I've done in one way or another. I've served clients in a one-on-one capacity (like food service at my parents'); I've used a Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1098764733136737092004-10-26T01:05:00.000-04:002004-10-26T00:25:33.136-04:00For Monday, October 25, 2004, I did the following:
I woke up at 10:45 this morning. It was my day off. I am very happy about that. However, I had a big project due for my FIT class. I did the majority of it so I wasn't as nervous.
In the morning, I made myself some tea and surfed for news. I printed out 4 NYTimes articles because I felt I hadn't read any Times articles in a while. I brought Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1098683854563099812004-10-25T01:43:00.000-04:002004-10-25T01:57:34.563-04:00For Saturday October 23 and Sunday October 24:
These two days just blurred together because I worked both days.
Um...let's see what's happening here.
Met Josh Hartnett today. Brought him some clothes, told him that this shirt fit him well when he asked. Nice, unassuming, tall guy.
I went to see the Grudge last night. It was not scary at all. I hate scary movies that are not scary. Not once didJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1098503001811832272004-10-22T23:14:00.000-04:002004-10-22T23:43:21.813-04:00For Friday, October 22, 2004:
I woke up like any other day. Went to bed late. Well, I was in bed for a while but fell asleep later.
Today, we got a new shipment in at work. We get new stuff each week so the store looks different every week. These crazy folks come in knowing we get new stuff and ask "what's new?" No one does this at Banana Republic! Weird.
I'm getting the hang of things. I justJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1098416996144633072004-10-21T23:37:00.000-04:002004-10-21T23:49:56.143-04:00Why does my count always say 197 posts despite me posting every day? Does it mean it's deleting my old posts?!
For October 21, 2004 - it was the same. More people came in and bought expensive stuff without looking at price tags or at least not balking at a $200 henley.
Things that I have thought about in the past week but didn't get to write because I forgot so I wrote it on a piece of paper atJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1098324933633510382004-10-20T21:45:00.000-04:002004-10-20T22:15:33.633-04:00For Monday October 18; Tuesday October 19; Wednesday October 20 -
Monday was my day off. But I still had to do homework. I actually got finished earlier. I think I woke up around 9:30 or so. I went to class and my grades are not as good as before. :) It's alright. I got home, cooked, went on the computer. Went over to a friend's place to watch a movie.
Tuesday - work day. It was fine. The big Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1098065974696261652004-10-17T21:26:00.000-04:002004-10-17T22:19:34.696-04:00For Saturday, October 16 and Sunday, October 17, 2004
Saturday, I worked. It was fine. Nothing special but I think everyone there (even after four years) are still surprised that people actually buy these ridiculously overpriced casual items. We sold 150% of goal.
Anyway, I bought myself a pair of jeans today. I was going to "borrow" the clothes everyday. If you go to the store, do NOT get the Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1097898556668817642004-10-15T23:27:00.000-04:002004-10-15T23:49:16.666-04:00For Thurday October 14, 2004
I was talking to something and we fell asleep whilst talking so I didn't get to post yesterday.
Yesterday was kinda uneventful. I woke up at noon. I made some tea for breakfast. I then went to see my sister at her job. She was printing up some color stuff for me for my FIT class. After that, I came home for a while to do more of nothing. I think earlier that morning Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1097737601589862652004-10-14T02:22:00.000-04:002004-10-14T03:06:41.590-04:00For Wednesday, October 13, 2004
I'm the only one of my roommates who doesn't have curtains in his bedrooms.
This morning, I woke up at around 12:30. Don't remember what happened. I was online (of course). I submitted some grad school things. I'm researching it.
Called the retail store to let them know that I'll be there on Friday for the three-week trial.
I then proceeded to spend the next 2 Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1097644882872585612004-10-13T01:06:00.000-04:002004-10-13T01:23:10.320-04:00For Tuesday, October 12, 2004
I woke up this morning around 10 something. I didn't do much in the morning. I checked email, tried to find out about unemployment insurance, read some news (realized that I haven't read an entire NYTimes article from beginning to end for a while), thought about my homework for class and asked my roommate what her color theme preference was for a cruisewear 2005 Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1097555653479349292004-10-11T23:59:00.000-04:002004-10-12T19:36:03.906-04:00Monday, October 11, 2004
I woke up at 9 this morning. That's the earliest in weeks! Took another 3o minutes to round up the gang but Wendy, Regina and I went to Bed Bath and Beyond to get stuff. It turned out that none of us had anything to get. It was Joe and Joe who needed stuff, both of whom couldn't make it. And we have this coupon for 20% the entire purchase. We went to get throw pillows Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1097473084152063172004-10-11T01:19:00.000-04:002004-10-12T19:34:36.636-04:00Sunday, October 10, 2004
So today was definitely a lazy day.
I went to bed at 3 AM yesterday.
I got woken up at 7 AM this morning.
I was up until 10 something.
Went back to my room.
Didn't come out until 6 something.
I slept, just basically hung out in my bed.
I went outside to the other parts of the apartment. Soon after, I joined Regina at a Barnes and Noble where we proceeded to make fun of Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1097390358197067372004-10-10T01:10:00.000-04:002004-10-12T19:33:56.063-04:00Saturday, October 9, 2004
I woke up at 10 something today. I wanted to wake up earlier to go to the gym and then go to this job interview. I woke up in time to just go to the interview. I took a shower and read through the notes on the company that I had printed the night before. I was reading about the different lines of clothing/jeans that they had. I left at 10:30 for the 11 AM meeting. I gotJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1097300571422044982004-10-09T01:20:00.000-04:002004-10-12T19:31:26.200-04:00Friday. October 8, 2004
Howdy doo.
I'm realizing that since I write this before I go to bed that it's gotten somewhat shorter. I really just want to go to bed sometimes. But at least I remember the activities and can expound on them if you ask me (don't ask me). Update to last night: I don't know what time I finished the blog but I went to bed at 2 AM.
Today: I woke up at noon. And people wereJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1097208623411484802004-10-07T23:18:00.000-04:002004-10-12T19:32:25.943-04:00Thursday, October 7, 2004
Hello kids.
This morning I woke up around 11 AM. I meant to wake up at 8. I mean to do a lot of things. Whatever.
I got ready to go to a job fair called the Fashion Expo at the Metropolitan Pavillon. I had never been to a job fair before. I've been to a career fair. I kind of know what career I want. Difference with a job fair is that you actually interview at these, Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1097127761287447052004-10-07T01:23:00.000-04:002004-10-12T19:33:05.213-04:00Wednesday - October 6, 2004
Good evening. Or good morning.
What happened today?
I woke up at 8 something. I had to get a cable for the printer. I went to a Staples. And came back and installed the printer. It's up and running. For the next three hours, I adjusted the powerpoint, printed 100 invitations/100 envelopes, stuffed them, put stamps on them, sealed them.
That brings me to around noon.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1097108216283479192004-10-06T20:13:00.000-04:002004-10-06T20:16:56.283-04:00Program Details from the lecture with Helen Zia
The year 2020 is when China is expcted to overtake the U.S. economy and when the Asian/pacific American population is projected to approach 20 million. In a critical dissection of history, economic trends and demographic predictions, Zia addresses such questions as: As economic powers shift, what population changes can we expect in the U.S.? If as Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1097040049708239312004-10-06T01:21:00.000-04:002004-10-06T01:20:49.706-04:00Good evening. How is everyone?
I was so frustrated this morning. My laser printer was supposed to arrive yesterday. I checked on the Costco website for the tracking. It did say that it was delivered yesterday but I thought they might have taking it back to their site because the work day was over or something. So, I was expecting it today. I woke up at 10:30 and just worried over that for about Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1096957183701522082004-10-05T01:15:00.000-04:002004-10-05T02:19:43.700-04:00Howdy.
I'm doing this night thing.
Today, I woke up around 1 PM. I'm starting the lazy phase of the non-work state.
I woke up this afternoon, drank some tea with milk (Hong Kong style) and a Coke. I had no lunch. I worked on my homework all afternoon. I did this last week too. I had to draw a bathing suit and a cover-up. So, I drew a bikini and a poncho-style cover-up. It was in green, with Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1096877953136467362004-10-04T04:10:00.000-04:002004-10-04T04:19:13.136-04:00I'm going to write the day's event at night before I go to bed instead of the following morning. Like I have said before, I tend to forget things and I don't want you to think that I don't do anything during these days when in fact I do.
So, on October 3, 2004, I did the following:
I woke up at around 1 or 2. Heard the polish bad outside. Manboo and Wendy were making lunch. I invited myself to Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1096824997905628602004-10-03T13:23:00.000-04:002004-10-03T14:40:12.133-04:00Hello. I woke up this morning and found two people cooking in my kitchen. They were my roommates. One of them foolishly asked if I wanted to have some of what they were about to make. And I said, "sure." Sucker! Now I get lunch without having to lift a finger. Instead, my fingers are typing this blog for you wonderful people. Ain't life grand?
On the other hand, outside of my bedroom window and Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1096753346986536792004-10-02T17:35:00.000-04:002004-10-02T17:42:26.986-04:00Woke up early today; early for a Saturday.
Yesterday, October 1 - Yeah, again, I didn't do much. Some of the things that I did do. I went to the Whitney. I walked from my apartment on 30th and Madison to the museum on 75th and Madison. It was a good walk. I don't know how long that took, but I think that's how I waste time. I walk place. I walked back after a 20 minute tour of the museum. I had Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1096661579454646592004-10-01T15:41:00.000-04:002004-10-01T16:12:59.453-04:00I woke late again today.
Yesterda, September 30 - I woke up kinda early that day. I went to a new dermie. She was okay. Got a couple of little growth/wart-y stuff removed. Yeah, kinda gross. That anesthetic was strong. They melon-balled those things outta there and I didn't feel a thing.
After the dermie's visit, I went to visit Namita at her place of work. I didn't go in of course. Didn't wantJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1096571942157025582004-09-30T14:45:00.000-04:002004-09-30T15:31:30.296-04:00My god! I can't remember what I did yesterday! I think I may have to write at night the day's events.
This is what I think happened (and I didn't even drink!):
I woke up and ate cereal in front of the television (like a kid on Saturday mornings).
Ummm...then 6 hours passed.
Then I went to 148th and 8th for a mentor orientation for Lego's. Yep, doing it again. Will probably go to the same Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1096479539197100352004-09-29T13:38:00.000-04:002004-09-29T13:38:59.200-04:00It's been 38 minutes since I woke up today. I don't know why I wake up so late. I went to bed at 1 AM hoping that I would wake up earlier. Alas, that didn't happen. Well, Manboo's home too. He's "sick."
Yesterday, September 28, 2004 - I woke at 3 PM. It was rainy. I was in all day except for a midnight run to Kinko's to drop off the invites. I sat at the dining room table for most of the day. I Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1096403093551050022004-09-28T15:19:00.000-04:002004-09-28T16:24:53.550-04:00I really need to update earlier in the day. I am forgetting what I did a mere 24 hours ago. It's 3:30 or so. I'm sitting at my dining room table. It's raining outside. It's dark and dank and damp. The student roommate is cleaning house (well, his part of the house at least). So, for people who wonder what I do all day. Well, half the day is gone when you wake up at 3 PM. To my defense though, I Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1096343311223151482004-09-27T23:28:00.000-04:002004-09-27T23:48:31.223-04:00This is getting a little connfusing. But then again, so am I.
This is what I did yesterday, Sunday, September 26:
I woke up at 11:30, thinking that I was one of the later ones because everyone had brunch to go to. But we all woke up around the same time. Manboo, Regina and I piled onto his bed to talk about how drunk she was, and how too late he got drunk. After they got ready and left, I Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1096238120192694792004-09-26T18:26:00.005-04:002004-09-28T00:05:37.840-04:00September 25 - Yesterday was the housewarming. It was fun. In the afternoon, we made sangria, cleaned the fridge, moved the furniture around and vacuumed and other stuff.
The party was good. That's all I can say. I didn't drink too much. People drank and ate a little and toured our wonderful apartment. The floor above us was also having a party so we went up there to tour their apartment. They Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1096133607637449162004-09-25T13:18:00.000-04:002004-09-25T13:33:27.636-04:00People are getting ready for our housewarming party at our apartment. They're vacuuming, swiffering, and all that other stuff. One hundred odd people will be passing through our living/dining/bedroom and hallways. I don't think they care that their shoes are stepping on dust. It's not like we ever live in a pigsty. But if they want it to look good for the first 10 people who show up, that's fine.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1096034007290599832004-09-24T09:15:00.000-04:002004-09-24T09:53:27.290-04:00I don't know why I am up at 9 AM, considering that I went to bed at 3.
Yesterday, September 23. I went to the gym in the afternoon, got a call from my parents afterwards to meet up with them for a late lunch. I needed a talk from my friend to get me through my trip to meet them because that parent conversation earlier was frustrating me. But the lunch was fine. I saw their developed pictures Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1095949319033294552004-09-23T10:09:00.000-04:002004-09-23T10:21:59.033-04:00It's at 10 AM now. I am in my apartment alone (I think). The working roommates are at work. The grad student roommate is probably still asleep. I'm thinking how weird it is that I am watching people outside of my window going to work and...doing things, while I am here doing nothing. How long do I expect this to last? And it's not like I'm anxious about it though I really should. I act like I'm Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1095872705505982852004-09-22T13:05:00.000-04:002004-09-23T10:34:40.526-04:00I want to answer one of the most asked questions these days of my unemployed state: what do you do all day? Honestly, I don't know. I schlep around for the most part. It's not like I'm watching a lot of TV or sleeping or reading, but I do do a lot of those activities (the reading is more like surfing the internet).
So, I'm going to log what I do each day on this blog. I know what you're thinkingJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1088373510965602232004-06-27T17:58:00.000-04:002004-06-27T17:58:30.966-04:00Why do I like "Charlie Angels 2: Full Throttle" so much?Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1086911348221746092004-06-10T19:48:00.000-04:002004-06-10T19:49:08.220-04:00Third time not a charm.
Tried to get Wicked tickets through their rush ticket lottery.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1085885295204360182004-05-29T22:47:00.000-04:002004-05-29T22:48:15.206-04:00A new favorite route: West Broadway from Houston down to Canal.
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1083980662052788002004-05-07T21:43:00.000-04:002004-05-07T21:47:36.200-04:00I so sad.
I watched the series finale of "Friends" all alone.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1083642047356483262004-05-03T23:40:00.000-04:002004-05-03T23:43:38.436-04:00I Saw Her on the L Train
March 28, 2004
By JASON GORDON
THE New York subway has become the city's last bastion of
hope for romantics. That's partly because the subway is one
of the only places where people aren't subdivided into
small cliques depending on social class or musical tastes.
And instead of the carefully selected and touched-up photos
that people present online, under the bright,Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1083624213719941352004-05-03T18:43:00.000-04:002004-05-03T18:46:50.280-04:00Joe's Style Meter: The shorter the sideburns, the nerdier the guy.
However, it is not necessarily true about longer sideburns.
Elvis = cool
Elvis impersonators = not cool
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1082001370510478772004-04-14T23:56:00.000-04:002004-04-14T23:59:01.546-04:00I'm afraid of cutting my hair short because I think my hairline has receded. Scary.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1081306622785419612004-04-06T22:57:00.000-04:002004-04-06T22:59:45.716-04:00Do you ever feel like everyone else is having more fun than you?Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1081226102404614692004-04-06T00:35:00.000-04:002004-04-06T00:37:44.856-04:00Two young couples told me this weekend that they are expecting a baby. They both married within the last two years. I am very excited for them. And despite all the talk about how people change when they marry, and how life as they know it is essentially over when they have children, I think they're still the same people. They're now just people who got married. They're now just people with kids. Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1078682924887580962004-03-07T13:08:00.000-05:002004-03-07T13:10:58.140-05:00It's been a while.
Went to AC last night. Left not losing my shirt. Good times.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1073280297038464222004-01-05T00:24:00.000-05:002004-01-05T00:26:07.716-05:00I hate being sick. And I've noticed that a lot of people are ill lately. Not a good way to start the year, but it does give you a little time to think about what you want to do. However, for me, it's another reason to procrastinate on getting started on those resolutions.
Home Alone 3 is totally different from the first two. It doesn't flow at all. And this kid is smarter than the other one. Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1072054202440768012003-12-21T19:50:00.000-05:002003-12-21T19:50:58.733-05:00Wow, I haven't done very well on my reading list (left).
I haven't touched the first book.
Still working on the second.
Haven't touched the third.
And class is over so I don't have to read that anymore.
I've added EM Forster's Maurice, Margaret Cho's I'm the One I Want, and Mark Simpson's Sex Terror. You would think Margaret Cho's would be the funniest, but it's actually really sad. I'm waitingJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1071950512894557592003-12-20T15:01:00.000-05:002003-12-20T15:02:48.653-05:00To those who still read this...
Happy Holidays. Love what you got today. Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1069908140508690432003-11-26T23:42:00.000-05:002003-11-26T23:42:52.326-05:00Community, a Quality of the Heart
The word community has many connotations, some positive, some negative.
Community can make us think of a safe togetherness, shared meals, common
goals, and joyful celebrations. It also can call forth images of sectarian
exclusivity, in-group language, self-satisfied isolation, and romantic
naiveté. However, community is first of all a quality of the heart. ItJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1069200602488850022003-11-18T19:10:00.000-05:002003-11-18T19:10:26.640-05:00I don't know why I'm surprised every time, but the vending machines at FIT are always out of Diet Coke.
What? There's a lot of pressure to be thin when you're at FIT. =)Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1066604983448723492003-10-19T19:09:00.000-04:002003-10-19T19:09:43.463-04:00I like Barbara Bush. I think she's the coolest old lady around. Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1066366880809282182003-10-17T01:01:00.000-04:002003-10-17T01:01:20.953-04:00Andy Pettitte's last name has too many t's for just two syllables.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1065802091291540512003-10-10T12:08:00.000-04:002003-10-10T12:08:11.306-04:00This FIT class has some dumb people in it. DUMB.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1065150355974838912003-10-02T23:05:00.000-04:002003-10-02T23:05:56.046-04:00Yay! Finally have internet access at home and can access Blogger. It's been blocked at work since July.
But nothing to say. It's been too long.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1059570632158553542003-07-30T09:10:00.000-04:002003-07-30T09:10:32.213-04:00So, this new apartment I saw has this duplex thing where there's a spiral staircase inside the apartment that goes up to the second level. As I was walking down those narrow stairs that I was trying to navigate ever so gently, I suggested to my roommate walking behind me that we should really have something like a stripper's pole instead to make the trip go faster. She responded, "You mean, a Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1057091460697181392003-07-01T16:31:00.000-04:002003-07-01T16:31:18.660-04:00Ha ha!
http://www.msnbc.com/news/920254.asp
I just like the title.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1057045161357804932003-07-01T03:39:00.000-04:002003-07-01T03:39:21.300-04:00I think that Beyonce in her newest video looks like Shakira.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-1056344652427852162003-06-23T01:04:00.000-04:002003-06-23T01:04:12.470-04:00Watching When Harry Met Sally at 1 o'clock in the morning. Movie is prelude to Sex and the City and Will and Grace in it's New York-ness, in it's male/female relationships, in it's "the clock doesn't start ticking until 36". Funny, original.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-938118512003-05-05T13:50:00.000-04:002003-05-05T13:50:32.336-04:00My friend has got me pegged:
"While I was previously considered to be second choice, here is a list of reasons why I would be a better caregiver/nanny than Jelly [this is me]...
1) He wants to take care of a baby because it is cute. However, he is dark sided and will become bitterly disillusioned by the waywardness of little baby. I already know babies are pains in the asses, but love them Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-934145932003-04-28T14:54:00.000-04:002003-04-28T14:54:41.736-04:00Make that 5 times.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-931401252003-04-23T18:35:00.000-04:002003-04-23T18:35:12.210-04:00In the last two weeks, I've had arroz con pollo from Le Caridad four times.
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-905173492003-03-11T07:16:00.000-05:002003-03-11T07:16:36.013-05:00Grandma Li who's recovering from a stroke tells me on my last night in Hong Kong that she doesn't need much else in her life; that I be a good boy, for me to find a girl to marry and to have her eldest grandson to have a child. That would be her "dream."
Wha?!?!
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-903129522003-03-07T13:14:00.000-05:002003-03-07T13:14:11.326-05:00Does no health-care professional think that 120 pounds on a 5'8" frame is too light?
Went to doctor today and I mentioned that it was one of my concerns but it wasn't really addressed during the visit.
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-901961042003-03-05T16:33:00.000-05:002003-03-05T16:34:17.000-05:00Eclesiastes 1:10
Is there anything of which one can say,
"Look! This is something new"?
It was here already, long ago;
it was here before our time.
Um, I think that if someone during the time when this Bible verse was written saw, like, a car or a PDA, I bet they would say, "hey, this is something new."Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-892081362003-02-16T18:45:00.000-05:002003-02-16T18:45:19.543-05:00Movies I like right now:
West Side Story
Ocean's Eleven
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-887099522003-02-07T10:56:00.000-05:002003-02-07T10:57:02.000-05:00http://www.nytimes.com/2003/02/07/international/07TECH.html
Ooh, maybe Josh's old roommate is here for reasons other than studying..."archeology," was it? Is that what they call international espionage these days?Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-886852612003-02-06T22:39:00.000-05:002003-02-06T22:39:57.723-05:00One of my friends from work recently quit his job because he got into graduate school. He's taking this time off to relax and travel before starting in the summer. But among the group of co-workers with whom both of us trained during our first 4 months in the company, time has swept the memory of him away. We now congratulate the ones who recently got promotions and we move on. That's what I hateJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-886041352003-02-05T14:29:00.000-05:002003-02-05T14:29:12.986-05:00http://www.msnbc.com/news/868639.asp
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-884775442003-02-03T11:21:00.000-05:002003-02-03T11:22:03.000-05:00I saw La Boheme on Broadway this weekend. As with the true opera, it was sung entirely in Italian with supertitles displayed electronically. They were displayed in different fonts for the different characters. I don't know if that's true of what the Met would do. Anyway, I didn't enjoy it very much. I thought the set design was good and the female leads had strong voices. I think I didn't like itJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-881881642003-01-28T20:34:00.000-05:002003-01-28T20:34:56.013-05:00DR: No, I don't think there's the "one" anymore. A wise, old friend used the illustration of the show Bachelor(ette) to indicate that the main person is conflicted primarily because there are so many very viable choices for a mate. If only in our real lives could we be presented with all those choices at one sitting. Since it doesn't, we'll have to make due one friendship at a time.
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-877993122003-01-21T15:26:00.000-05:002003-01-21T15:26:11.423-05:00today: 7
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-874851902003-01-15T12:52:00.000-05:002003-01-15T12:52:34.316-05:00How many packets of Equal in coffee, tea, cereal, fruit or cookies do you think starts being unhealthy?
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-872217322003-01-10T10:49:00.000-05:002003-01-10T10:49:26.773-05:00Read this in an advice column:
My boyfriend of a few years (we're both in our mid-twenties) is moving back into his parents' house. His lease is up and he'll move into another place in about six months. I'm personally big on not relying on parents if you consider yourself an adult (he's not doing this out of necessity, just convenience), and I'm having a hard time respecting him because of it Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-871057532003-01-08T05:12:00.000-05:002003-01-08T05:12:44.893-05:00I finally saw pictures of Julius. Though I kind of wonder why he's always in the same pose and wearing the same clothes despite different locales. Could it be that he's just a cardboard cutout?!
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-868388362003-01-02T14:10:00.000-05:002003-01-02T14:10:05.030-05:00I'd vote for John Edwards. He has brown hair. I'm tired of old people running for President. But can we get one without an accent (not that there's anything wrong with that)?
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-868355992003-01-02T12:43:00.000-05:002003-01-02T12:44:33.000-05:00As per New Year's resolution concerning reading:
Ask me at the end of this month whether I've finished the two books I've started:
1. The Best a Man Can Get (NOT some Promise Keepers book, heh heh; but some funny-British-Nick-Hornby-wanna-be stuff)
2. A Confederacy of Dunces
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-868354782003-01-02T12:40:00.000-05:002003-01-02T12:40:48.753-05:00I am totally losing it! I put my ATM-and-credit-card-in-one into the machine this morning, punched in my code and amount and waited for the money. During the 15 seconds for the transaction, I noticed my credit card was missing. And I was upset over losing my credit card and wondering where the hell I lost it. Even after the money appeared out of the slot, I was still mad. I wasn't confused. I Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-868144682003-01-02T00:07:00.000-05:002003-01-02T00:07:29.596-05:00Saddest thing: I was able to tape the SNL episode hosted by Gwyneth Paltrow, but it didn't have the "you don't know me !" skit.
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-867561512002-12-31T13:20:00.000-05:002002-12-31T13:20:44.756-05:00printable New Year's resolution:
** read more books that don't have the words "for dummies" in their titles
** save money
** gain ten pounds (of not-fat, hopefully) by year's end
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-866486692002-12-29T00:26:00.000-05:002002-12-29T00:26:49.570-05:00....thinks that friends who gather at these New Year’s celebrations are all struggling for perfection in life and art: “They are torn between their roots in whatever far-flung suburb they hail from and their reinvented lives among their city family,” he said.
Or, as Tobin Levy, another Bushwick Avenue friend, suggests, the motivation may be less profound. “What this is about,’’ she said, “is Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-866012482002-12-27T16:41:00.000-05:002002-12-27T16:41:53.570-05:00Alas, the secret is out!
http://msnbc.com/news/825053.asp
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-864488092002-12-23T15:45:00.000-05:002002-12-23T15:45:38.183-05:00yay! i'm not as a bad a son as i thought; or rather, i'm not the only bad son.
http://www.nytimes.com/2002/12/23/national/23HOLI.html
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-864209582002-12-22T23:29:00.000-05:002002-12-22T23:29:21.690-05:00http://www.nytimes.com/2002/12/22/fashion/22NOTI.html
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-859598712002-12-13T15:05:00.000-05:002002-12-22T23:29:51.000-05:00I'm thinking, watching 15 episodes of SATC in 29 hours as a straight man isn't really "the next best thing to actually dating." It's kinda far off. Far...far....far....off. Ha ha. Just kidding. But if you're enjoying it, I say, 'what the hell?'
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-857697052002-12-10T01:24:00.000-05:002002-12-13T15:06:24.000-05:00Made a call to the BananaRepublic.com people tonight. I ordered some stuff last night but haven't as of yet gotten an email confirmation of my order within the 24 hours the site promised. I checked my credit card debits online and noticed that they took the money already. Where the hell are my clothes?!
"Josh" picked up. I asked for the status of the order and he said it was getting ready to Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-857683702002-12-10T00:47:00.000-05:002002-12-10T00:49:09.000-05:00I was channel surfing at 12:30 in the morning and ran across Xtreme Dating. I usually pass it but there was an Asian guy speaking. I was thinking "represent!" Dude was Korean though, but close enough. Anyway, the point of this story is not his sorry schpeel at the beginning but this show brings two ex's to the backstage to be able to tell the date stuff about him in her ear via a microphone. Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-857478032002-12-09T17:13:00.000-05:002002-12-09T17:13:44.410-05:00The Hip Hoptionary: The Dictionary of Hip Hop Terminology by Alonzo Westbrook
Three things:
1. if we used this to play speed scrabble, i'd school all you fools.
2. entry for "ain't no shame in my game" - "statement of confidence while doing what could be perceived as a shameful act, i.e., having sex with a married man"
3. both #2 and the dictionary itself remind me of ms. hurh (in line with Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-855626592002-12-05T18:39:00.000-05:002002-12-05T18:39:36.593-05:00It's always interesting when a straight man asks "what did you get at Banana Republic?" when they see the shopping bag. It makes me think....
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-855515902002-12-05T14:33:00.000-05:002002-12-05T14:33:34.536-05:00A guy from India is working for me as a project manager for several of the implementations of my product. Last name Ranganayagalu. First name, longer than that. I need him to speak clearer English! Every time he calls for information (and he calls a lot because bureaucracy at my firm is heinous), I need to stop everything, press the phone as close as possible to my ear, use my finger to plug the Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-854957792002-12-04T14:28:00.000-05:002002-12-04T14:28:09.346-05:00I've made so many enemies at my job that the sea of cubicles is not enough for me to hide in. I make a left onto the main hallway and see someone ahead of me who's going to the elevators I will take so I make a sharp right, only to see someone I also want to avoid walking across a perpendicular hallway. They're not enemies, really. They're more like people I'd rather avoid. They bug me; I bug Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-847365912002-11-18T20:29:00.000-05:002002-11-18T20:29:49.733-05:00I love the movie Office Space!
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-844999772002-11-13T20:13:00.000-05:002002-11-13T20:13:53.463-05:00How come there's no backlash against J. Lo for filming her "Jenny from the Block" video in front of the Beverly Hills Hotel?! That is so NOT the block Jenny came from!
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-841251362002-11-06T12:35:00.000-05:002002-11-06T12:35:57.000-05:00Homo Homini Lupus - and it's because I don't believe in that which makes me a poor businessman.
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195688.post-835279962002-10-25T18:23:00.000-04:002002-10-25T18:23:02.956-04:00I think I'm bipolar.
No, I'm not.
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700274447920764876noreply@blogger.com