Good news

Hercules wasn't acting old! He was just sick. My mom gave him some tylenol and the next day he's running around like a puppy again! Aren't dogs not suppose to take tylenol?

 

Devil on my shoulder: He's not suppose to drink beer either, but isn't it fun seeing him walk sidways?

 

Dat: Shit! I'm a horrible person.

 

Devil: Gotcha

Keep going

This little guy says it all

What am I up to

I'm listending to Kanye's new CD. It's amazing. I really like "Touch The Sky." Track 3. I can relate to his lyrics, and his beats are tight.

I'm reading Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackery. It's awesome. I am fond of British writers, but if you want to learn how to tell a story, Billy boy here is the man to learn from. It is a bit sentimental, but he throws in these bits of sarcasm that give him some cred. I like it. Originally I bought it just to pass time at an airport. $6 for 800 pages. That's pretty good deal.



I just watched Born into Brothels. It's about this group of kids born into the red light district of Calcutta. They had a viewing at one of the Smithsonians a while back that I missed, but I'm so glad I watched this movie. It's absolutely amazing. It's devestatingly sad, but it's the optimism of the kids that keep the story line going. They live in a harsh society and are introduced to its harsh reality so early in life. This British woman becomes attached to the kids and teach them photography inorder to see the children's world through their eyes.

Work is getting busy busy, So I'll be pulling major OT. Oh, social life..how I miss thee.

Fourth of July

Man Day 2005


Liz's picts

Early Summer from Seema

Oh dear...Craig's birthday

If you are having a bad day...

Kevin and Reiter's show of inappropriate things always cheers me up.

Peace out Bellhorn

Honestly, what are the Yankees thinking? Dude is batting .216.

 

Peace out Bellhorn. I'll always remember 2004. I wonder what Curt Schilling has to say about all this.

 

Go SOX!

I got crabs

 Oh yes, Late Registration gets released today.

I'll be heading over to Tower Records for this one.

 

I don't think I have anything significant to say today. I have adopted Rennie's Hermit Crabs. I'm sorry bro, but you are a horrible pet owner. Burke's son is going to be born next month and I'm the freaking God Father! It's an honor, but at the same time I wonder if I'll be doing the same for his son as I am doing for the Hermit crabs. JK...that would never happen, or could it?! My office and bed room are full of adopted plants along with my own. I have a sentiment for abandoned things. BURKE!! Don't burke this time!

 

Not freaking out about life as much, but the drama that is going down right now will either make me or break me. I feel like I'm 120% during a crisis, calm on the outside, but moving a hundred miles a minute on the inside. And no one knows. Keep on moving on this whirlwind called my life.

New York Weekend

 

 

My sis is officially at NYU. I'm so proud of her. You always hope the best for your family and at the same time hold them to high expectations. She's my sister of course. Maybe some of my expectations were a little high, but that's just because I love her and want her to do well. When she didn't get into AP US History I was pissed, not so much at her, but because Mr. Kaplan didn't reccommend her for it. I almost wanted to fly back to Randolph just to tell Mr. Kaplan off. I always tried to get her to do a varsity sport thinking it'll keep her disciplined and healthy, but it wasn't her thing. I tried to get her to run for class president, but then again, she liked being secretary.

 

Will write more later. Conferance call to catch.

stabbed, 1 arrested near Faneuil Hall

Stabbing at Club Q?! I really hope none of the Dolph homies were there Sat. night. It's last last place I went to while in Boston. See previous post. The bouncers let us in without paying the $10 cover (Thanks, Katie) and they were really nice. Hope they are okay.

 

I'll write more on my trip to New York later once the Monday morning rush subsides.

 

Bouncers injured in street melee

By Adrienne P. Samuels, Globe Staff  |  August 29, 2005

Three men were stabbed and one man was arrested early yesterday after a melee broke out near a row of bars in the Faneuil Hall area, police said.

No one sustained life-threatening wounds, authorities said, but one of the victims underwent surgery yesterday afternoon. Police arrested William P. Ekasala, 29, of Boston, after he allegedly pulled out a knife and stabbed the three men multiple times before throwing the weapon into some bushes.

The melee occurred about 1:30 after a group of men tried to enter Club Q at 25 Union St. but were turned away by a bouncer, said Noel Gentelles, the club's communications director. The club closes at 2 a.m., Gentelles said, and starts shutting down operations at 1:40.

The confrontation at the door ''turned out to be one big street argument," Gentelles said. It spilled onto the street just as several bars and clubs were closing for the night.

''That's when the incident escalated," said Officer John Boyle, a police department spokesman.

The stabbing occurred at 45 Union St. According to police and witnesses, Ekasala pulled a knife on two Club Q doormen and a bouncer from another bar. Police did not identify the three bouncers. Two of the men were taken to Massachusetts General Hospital. One was taken to Boston Medical Center.

Meanwhile, other, smaller fights were breaking out on the block, said Gentelles.

''I would say there was alcohol involved," he said. ''It's not really possible to tell whether the actual melee that happened out there was as a result of a number of different instances happening at the same time."

Other bouncers got involved in the fight and some of them restrained Ekasala until the police arrived, according to witnesses. Another witness found the knife and gave it to police, said Boyle.

Gentelles said that both Club Q employees are 24 years old and live in Greater Boston. . He said the one who required surgery is expected to be fine.

Ekasala will be arraigned today in Boston Municipal Court on charges of assault and battery with a dangerous weapon. 

Poor Chimp

Chinese Try to Get Chimp to Quit Smoking

The Associated Press
Friday, August 26, 2005; 7:02 AM

XI'AN, China -- The handlers of a smoking chimpanzee in a zoo in northwest China are trying to get her to kick the habit.

The 26-year-old female chimpanzee has been smoking for 15 years. Her mate died recently, which caused her to smoke even more.

Now, the chimp's keepers are worried about her health as a result of her intense smoking. So, they're trying to give her milk instead of cigarettes.

She started smoking years ago by picking up butts from tourists.

The Cult de DBQ

So apparently I have a cult following:

 

http://www.myspace.com/gwenergetic

 

I was bored one night and decided to Google myself. What do I find but my name being tossed around like a cheap whore. What is even funnier is the message that this girl left her co-worker Samantha.

 

http://www.myspace.com/starlightstreaker

 

Now, I don't think i have ever met these people. They work for a Company we outsource all our printing and copying to and I'm sure I've spoken to Gwen on the phone. Must be my nice manners and jazz DJ voice..haha! Well, at least I don't think I have met these girls.

 

Sometimes I feel like my whole identity is on this thing we call the internet. : - (

 

So I may take a trip to NYC this weekend to help some friends move, get out of this town again and to help my sister move into NYU! As much as i love DC, it can sometimes be a lonely city.

 

Mojo

I swear it has to be the Mojo boost of a trip to the hometown. After a trip to Boston, I always seem to feel refreshed and more confident. It may be because no matter how old I get, I will always feel like a kid at home, which means no worries, which also means lots of partying. It may also be the desparation of renewed motivation to do something big and have a plan to minimize the amount of time I have to spend stuck in the suburbs when I move home.....yuck, that's such a dirty word, suburbs. At least in Silver Spring I can walk to a wide selection of restuarants and go to the Movies, the Theatre and a Chipotle, the essentials.

Last night when leaving the gym, the girl at the front desk hands me back my card. Nothing unusual except this time there is a note attached to it, with her name, number, cute note, etc. I'm extremely flattered, especially because it's the gym. I'm sweating, grunting, constantly having water dribble down my shirt cause I miss my mouth; all very unattractive stuff. Anyway, much appreciated, but no bells and whistles here.

Taste of Bethesda

So I know it's still summer and I hate watching the days get darker earlier, but I love the fall! There really is nothing like fall in New England, but I've learned to like the charms of the DC fall. Football season starts, Baseball is in playoff mode, Farmer's markets and now I discovered The Taste of Bethesda!

http://www.bethesda.org/specialevents/taste/taste.htm

Bethesda surprisingly has a great selection of restaurants, which sad to say, I have never really tried out. Reserve the date: OCT 1st

Reflections on Boston

Boston is my true love. I love London, New York and DC, but Boston has a charm that strikes a chord in me. I like the cobble stone, the Red Sox, Patriots, Bruins and Celtics. You can even throw in The Revolution. I love the T, China town, the politics, the Dunkin Doughnuts, the Universities, the chinese food, the Common and the Public Gardens. I love Cambridge, Newberry street, Harvard Square, Fanueil Hall, The North End. I love Cape Cod, Martha's Vineyard and Naushon.

It's also where my close friends and family are. You can't really appreciate that until you have moved away and explored something else.

I had a great weekend at home. Friday I got a little too drunk. My uncle came over for dinner and him, my dad and I watched football and drank. Then Teng came to pick me up and we met up with Chris, Liz and Kim and headed for a night of fun in Boston. I think the highlight may have been my dance moves on a bench in the middle of Fanueil Hall.

Saturday was my sister's BBQ. It was fantastic. Lots of old faces and a few new ones. I was on top of my beer pong game that day. The food was fantastic. It was funny to see all the little kids hang out in the basement cause that is what me and my older cousins use to do.

Sunday I spent with the fam and then went out anyway even though I had to wake up at 5:30am for a flight. However, it was an awesome night! How can you go wrong with Latin night at Club-Q? Not exactly my style but who cares when you're with friends.

other highlights:

Wedding Crasher's is hilarious

Got planning on the 5th year reunion...sorta

Hercules, Hercules

Saw the beach...too cloudy and high tide


Other conclusions:

Hercules is getting old. It was kinda sad. My family is a little dissappointed in my dissing law school, but they are supportive in what I want to do. Missed Matt, Annie, and Ravi. I don't know if I can live at home. I really like being on my own and being in a city. We'll see. Sometimes the sacrafices we make now are for the pay offs in the future.

A pair of mating flies landed on me today. That's as about as much action as I have seen in a while.

Anyway, (reffering to my last post) I'm kinda looking in the mirror now and telling myself I have to grow up a little.

Rambling on

When I was a toddler, I use to carry around a blanket. I liked the way it felt. I was a big fan of the ways things tasted, felt, smelled, looked, etc. I was a big fan of the senses. I couldn't go anywhere without it. Once school started, I learned to leave it at home, but I still had to sleep with it. I also happen to have sucked my thumb. This carried on until right before second grade.

The week before second grade started, I remember looking in the mirror and telling myself I have to grow up. So I took my blanket and put it in the trash and taught myself to not suck my thumb anymore. I really don't know whether or not my mom saved it. I remember not being able to sleep at my cousins house unless I had that ragged thing. It was tramatic. I remember it pretty vividly. I had a TV in my room then, and would watch Arsenio Hall every night. whoa, whoa, whoa.. hmm. Yeah.

Sophomore year of high school, I was shopping for new bedding and I found a blanket that has the same texture as the one I threw away. Yes, I bought it and still to this day have it on my bed. No, I don't suck my thumb anymore.

Little Dat was a cool kid.

At the age of five, my hair, which at the time was stick-straight asian, began to curl. I had a jew fro for a while, and everyone would ask my parents if I had gotten a perm. "Yes, our little Dat just loves to sit for hours in beauty Salons with hot curlers in his hair." (I really don't know if that's how perms work. I really don't even understand why people get them). It was freaking weird. Maybe it was the East Boston water, or the airport fumes from Logan that caused it, but for a while (two weeks) I thought I was adopted. No one in my family has curly hair! Anyway, It slowly become straight with a slight wave to it.

I also taught myself how to ride a two-wheeler. Jay-Z does not have exlusive rights on that event. I think I was seven. I went to my cousin's house to play and he was struggling hardcore to ride his two-wheeler. At this point, I was still rocking the training wheels, but I said "hey, falling looks fun." So I picked up his two wheeler and started riding it. I did a wheely, then took it hardcore off a ramp and while in the air, did a 360 flip, legs kicked and landed like a pro. Jk..I really don't even know what those tricks are. But I did manage the two-wheeler, and so did my cousin....eventually.

1st night back

So I forgot to pack my journal, so My thoughts will go to you, bloggers.

On my flight, I watched the full moon rise and come in full reflection of the sun. I've never experianced anything like it. On the west side of the plane was the setting sun and on the east side of the plan was the rising moon. At one point, we popped right above the clouds. So I watched the moon rise and get brighter above a sheet of clouds. Then I watched the full moon's reflection on the water. Anyway, it was beautiful.

My dad picked me up at the airport and we ate and watched the Patriots and the Red Sox. They both lost, but at least I can watch it!! Chris, Kim and new-crew-girl Liz picked me up and we picked up beer. We ended up going to my house to watch the rest of the rest sox game and chilling out. Teng came over and it was just like the old days. It was fantastic. Anyway, tomorrow we hit the beach. I swear, I usually get more in depth about this stuff, but i'm drizzed and happy, so that is that.

at work

At work and stressed the hell out with 30 differant projects. Can't wait to get the F outa here!

Heading home

I can picture it all now. I haven't been home since February. Summers at home were awesome. I would hit the gym in the mornings, play basketball with the boys, deliver pizza till late and then meet up with everyone afterwards. That was life. I'll claim a little bit of that back this weekend, minus the pizza delivery and add in a family BBQ.

The Quach BBQs are famous. Ever since I introduces my dad to the Martini, he hasn't stopped loving them. The first time we did martini's was Christmas of '02. The dinner was fantastic as always and afterwards he started the martini mixing. After five of them, he had to walk upstairs and pass out. That was at 10pm!! Half an hour later, there is my uncle on the couch, snoring. These parties use to last into the early am!

Now my mom will always cook way more then we actually eat. And her sense of hospitality is great. She has that lady charm. The lady charm is the ability to make everyone around you comfortable. And her spring rolls and egg rolls are (no exaggeration) the best in the world!

My dad is the more creative cook. He whips dishes from books and turns them into his own creation. He's always trying, and perfecting something new.

My uncle will end up playing beer pong with the kids. My mom will get very talkative.

All my friends have learned to never miss a party. The only draw back is the career advice they'll recieve from everyone in my family.

My other uncle and will always remind me and my cousins how important family is right before he makes us all do a shot.

And I'll be hitting the BEACH, yo! It's been too long.

A heart warmer

So my sis is obsessed with this livejournal stuff, but it's a great way to keep up with what she's up to. I read her blog last night it made me all warm and fuzzy. See ya Saturday, sis!

"another lj where i ponder
[20 Jul 200512:40am]
Wedding Crashers was absolutely HILARIOUS!!! Go see it!In other news....Things just don't feel the same nemore. I miss the spontaneousness. I miss the late nights where we are all laughing and enjoying eachothers company. I miss sharing secrets with evryone. I miss mad libs and shindigs. I miss random nights where we cook (my favorite one was at spensers). I miss the good old days. And i thought growing apart would start after the whole college thing, not before. At least i got my girlies. I absolutely love them.and ya kno wat i hate? being right about something but having no one believe you. And being yelled at. And having that feeling of not being wanted.and juss as i wrote this my bro IMed me and made things a lot betta =)
DAT324: miss ya sis. see ya in Aug "

this past weekend

I believe this had to have been one of the more memorable weekends of the twilights of this summer. As baseball season rounds past third, and preseason football is getting and going, somehow Seema's tits still manage to pop out.

(1) So Friday night I finally went out after Yoga, if you count going to Kevin's for a Keg party is considered going out. However, my excuse for not going out on most fridays still holds water because somehow I woke up at 3am in the morning on the Metro at Glenmont. It's a very nice Metro stop..btw..Very post Silver Spring...pre-Columbia. I did find a nice cab driver was not driving a ford explorer (Rennie's Curtis story) or a female driving a pinto (trevor martin's prostitute story) to take me home.

And thanks for throwing a mini BBQ on Saturday Porter Street crew. It was awesome, If your pool does not revoke your membership, we should do it again!
(2) Reiter, next time you buzz your head, make sure you are not still drunk. We will dubb that hair cut "The Shark Tail." What was even meaner was making him be the shark when we played shark and minows.

(3) Seema's boob did pop out. I think only Rennie saw it which was followed by a high five to Josh.

(4) I also thought I saw a full moon that night, but then I realized it was still daylight and Craig's ass just happen to be in full view. Remember to tie your shorts before jumping into a pool, kids.

(5) Somehow most of us found second winds and headed out to Porter's for the usualy Porter's fun...oh, and Craig never punched anyone and I didn't destroy and apt complexes so it was great.


Did I miss anything? well, eat it.

Couldn't sleep

I've been up since 5:30 am. I should go for a run or something. Did some Yoga instead. I'm excited about going home, still upset about certain love life developments, still got a lot on my mind. There is something else biting at me that and I haven't been able to put it in writing yet or sufficiently expressed just yet. Maybe it's my boredom. I'm hungry for something. I'm waiting, but maybe I should be proactive in this process and tell whatever barriers I feel holding me back to fuck off, which is probably just myself. haha.. So there you have it. IS that like masturbating when you tell yourself to fuck off?

A little glitter in the glum

This is not a test. This is actual life. If this had been a test, failure would be an option and perhaps you could take the test again. This is actual life and there are no directions in which to pass it sucessfully. You will have your heart broken at least once, most likely more. If you haven't, then you missed out. You will be dissappointed. If you haven't, then you haven't expected enough. You will feel sweet satisfaction. If you haven't, you haven't worked hard enough. If you haven't felt purpose, then you have not been upset enough to be moved to a purpose.


This monday morning communting just gets to me. I had a great weekend with the boys and a great Sunday watching movies and hanging out by the pool, but I'm feeling the platue. I'm ready to kick it up a notch, put myself in gear six, use all eight cylinders, go into overtime, and make some major changes. Watching people honk in traffic and getting swished and elbowed by people on the metro sucks. All I need is a little glitter in the glum.. So excited about going back to Boston on Thursday!!!

Journal entry 8/11

Why post something I would write in my journal? There are a lot of reasons. 1. I think sometimes my journal entries should be published. 2. I really don't think anyone reads this on a daily basis, my writing on this sucks. It's raw and unedited. It's like puke spewing out of my head and into my finger tips. 3. Rennie has been MIA cause of work and what not so I need an outlet. So you Mr. Sync or Swim is it. 4. I've had a few drinks.


1. Careerwise: Do what you think makes you happy. If making the most money you can is what makes you happy, go for it. Work is an essential part of human nature. It's the product of your work that you should be proud of. It's not about doing shit that people tell you that you should do. It's about making yourself happy. And forget about the bullshit about becoming a whatever by this age and then doing this by this age. We all got a path to follow and we'll follow it as whoever feels we're ready for it says we're ready for it. It's all about explorations and determination.

2. Family: They are there for you in the bad times and there for you in the good times. So treat them like kings and queens. The blood that tries to hurt you is the blood that should be let out. And when I say family, I don't mean your blood family, I mean your tight friends as well. The friends who have seen you at your worst and seen you at your best and have stuck to you. That is FAMILY.

3. Religion: The problem with modern man is that we raitonalize so easily out of religion and all contgregate around the dollar. That is the problem in Niger. They got all these starving people and yet the fat man in the city will raise a 110lbs of rice from $25 to $35 in a month. Please! Help out your nieghbor. All we got is each other. As bad as my financial situation will get, I will always give the dude begging outside Pot Belly's by my work $5 on Fridays. The Friday he does not show up there is the Friday I know I've made a change in this gigantic world. We all have a path to follow. The problem with religion is that we all take these stories about our own religions as fact and decipher all these other stories as myths. Yet, if you break down all those stories and myths or the different religions, they all follow the same path. The only differance is that they reside in different cultures. Buddah and Jesus are the same man.

4. Love: Oh, love. The greatest of all the emotions of human kind. Love comes straight from the soul. It rarely involves that little calculator you call the brain. Love can do wonders. It can conquer hate. It can save lives. It can make people do incredibles things. I believe the growth of the soul comes from love. We all think sometimes in our lives the growth of the soul is derived from pain, but I think not. After every break up, I've always had someone say to me, "hey, build charecter." Bull, I think that's just a form of love. Pain is a deretitive of that love. Granted, it sucks, but I've learned that if those are my cards, then you pick them up and learn from them. I've seen it in my parents. It makes it easy to believe in for me. That has always been my problem. I travel from relationship to relationship looking for that. I'm no player. Maybe I like to think I am, but I've always been a one girl guy, even if I have been cheated on. You know the feeling. Person to person lightening strikes and you are sometimes left wordless. And when you talk about the other person to a friend or someone else, you're giddy and happy and the other person can sense it. It's a feeling that exudes. Love is a feeling that will make everything thing else about life (including the ones I've discussed above Null) . Love is someone who makes me challege myself. It's a question answered by a ten fold answer. If money were the issue, then I'd go out there and make more money. She'll take care of me, why shouldn't I do the same, right? I don't know. Sometime I think I'm young and naive about love, other times I think I know it all. But my niave self will always believe that it is the way it should be.

well, that's it folks. Maybe tomorrow night I'll give you another journal entry. I've been staying in on purpose. Those wholes sense of getting a plan and program together had been getting to me, but honestly, I like it and I think I need it.

Peace,

Dat

Pond Street

I have these fantasies. They consist of just getting up and going. Taking whatever I have with me and a passport and going to a small island. I could be a bartender and sell hemp to tourist in Jamaica.

I would teach kids how to write and do math during the day and tend bar and smoke weed at night. The bar I will work at will be named Pond Street to remind me of home. My drink specials will include:

The Cape Codder
Gin N' Juice
Whiskey Sour
Vodka and Toni
Leeche fruit and rum
Pinapple juice and coconut rum

On tuesday we'll have quiz night and serve bananna friters. The quiz will consist of questions having to do with literature and popular reality TV.

For example : Who wrote a story about an old man trying to catch a fish in Cuba? answer - Hemmingway

Which will be followed up by: Who smacked Irene on MTV's real world? Answer: Stephen from Real World Settle. (yes, I still gasp at the highlights of that video).

Thursday will be opposit sex karoke night. Meaning you would have to sing a song made popular by a member of the opposit sex. Of course everyone would have to be high and drunk. Guess apparances will be made by Bob Sagget and he will sing "It's raining men." I use to have a small obscure connection to the Back Street Boys. Maybe I could get the hook up and have them all come down and do a version of "Lady Marmalade." I mean they are making a come back, right? Of course that would be followed up by Brittany Spierce and her baby sining Green Day's "Basket Case."

Weekends would be live reggee and ska-reggae bands. Why Ska? I have a thing for trumpets..i don't know. Monday night would be spoken word night. Oh, the possibilities.

At night I'd go to my boat, lights a huge blunt and smoke it while my garden gnome plays the piano. Maybe I'll just get a spider monkey and train him to play the piano. Garden gnomes tend to get stolen a lot.

I really have no idea where all that came from. Sweetness!

Getting Focused

Sorry I haven't given you anything to check out in a while, Teng. Sitting in a cube all day sucks. Sitting in an office isn't any better, except, well I got lots of plants. And my lucky money tree has gotten Ginormous!

So what have I been up to? I've realized I have a lot of testosterone. Perhaps a little too much for my own good. I think it's all the weight lifting I've been doing. I've gotten back at doing heavy squats. And for those who know me, I'm not one too be so testosteroned up, unless you count football. I'm usually a very calm guy. But most recently I've noticed myself getting mad about rude people on the train and at the office. I find myself grunting and yelling more at the gym. I think it has to do with the boredom of my job. I sit all day and my most intellectually challenging conversation may derive from whether Schilling should remain in the bullpen or if he should be back as the ace (btw..I think he should be the ace and have Bronson "I made a CD" Arroyo be the closer). Also, usually around this time of year I would either be playing basketball with the boys or getting ready for another season of football. Now, I have been training like I would be playing this year, but I'm not.

Testosterone is a funny thing. It makes you sweat a lot. It makes me want to drink a lot. Anyway, after this past weekend, I've realized I got to get focused.

I've think I found a profession and a focus that suites me. I think physical therapy is a profession I'd be both good and happy in. It's definetly a huge growing profession. The schooling looks tough. Most of the PT masters programs have been replaced by doctorate programs. A lot of the prerequisites for these Doctorate programs require science courses I never took at the college level. So first step is to take those classes. I'm pretty damn excited about going back to school. Actually, first step is to take the GREs. I guess if it were easy, everyone would do it. The thing for me is that even though I see the challenges ahead, I've been very focused thus far in the research process, hence my lack of writing in the past week.

I got a lot more to say, but work calls.

Miracles do happen

Sad story with a good ending

This is a pretty amazing story about a brain dead mother giving birth to a daughter.

Everyone survived this Plane Crash!

I was following this all afternoon yesterday and am still amazed everyone survived. I that it was a goner the moment I saw the video on TV.

The Gym

I go to an Olympus Gym. Take a Washington Sports Club and put rips in the benches and the machines, take out all decent cardio equitment and add ones that are a decade old, take the heavier dumbells and bend them a little bit, take out the drink refridgorator and replace it with a cooler, make one water cooler that needs to be pressed a certain way to work and needs a bucket underneath it to collect leaking water, make sure everything is rusty and very dirty, and make sure the music is loud rap. That is the gym I go to.

Don't get me wrong, I like it. It has a lot of charecter and so do the patrons. There is that one lady who must be 50 but does power lifts like no other. There is the one kid who is not quiet right always wanting to join in with me and Ren dawg. George, the owner, makes sure that his gym is about business. Get in and work. They do not pamper you with towels, TVs or straight dumbells, but they equitment will always be there ready for people who want to work.

The past few weeks, the air conditioning has been down and only about half the fans work. I have still been working hard. Today, we did legs and because there wasn't a pipe pad, my back has a barbell mark going across the top. It's addictive, even though it makes my body sore and my hands calloused. I like the challenge and then looking back at the weight and telling myself, I lifted that today. It's like a rock climber climbing a mountain or a marathon runner running a marathon. There have been a few moments these past few weeks where I thought I was going to throw up or pass out, but all that football double session training in HS taught me that my mind is stronger then my body. It's the heat. Can you please fix the air-conditioning, George?

It's Restuarant week in DC

The low-down on Restaurant week - link to the Big List

La Tasca is having a good deal and they have Flamenco dancers on some nights.

I have yet to try the new Italian place in Cleveland Park called Dino's but I've heard great things about it. The owner use to be an importer for Whole Foods so he knows where to get the freshest cheeses and meats. He also believes in reasonable pricing!

I've been to Fahrenheit once at the The Ritz-Carlton, Georgetown and OMG. It was the most amazing dinning experiance I've ever had. Good thing I was rolling with my friend Matt and his bosses who were high rolling jazz muscisians...seriously. One guy had one of his five mistressed in DC there.

Galileo looks good. They got a cooking class I hope to one day can afford to take.

Red Sage - Latin (Great Mojitos), Spezie - Classy Italian, Sonoma (I hear the service is slow, but good pizzas),

and Taberna del Alabardero, known as the best Spanish restuarant outside of Spain. I went there once for lunch and it was delicious! And it will cost you an arm and your first born to eat there during anyother time other than restuarant week.

Not on the Restuarant week list, but a place I really want to try out : Cafe Lunar- Skewers
Skewers is the Restuarant upstairs to Cafe Lunar and the food is kinda boring. But Cafe Lunar has an awesome looking atmosphere and half price gourmet pizza's on Sundays and Wednesdays. I lived in that nieghborhood for a whole year and only managed to get take out at Skewers (dissappointing), but I'm sure to go back soon. Perhaps Brunch. Check out the menu...it's inexpensive and looks good.

miss ya big toe.

Easy Sunday

I watched movies all day Sunday and if I had the time and the money, I would have watched more. Every person tends to gravitate towards a certain genre of movies. Some people like to watch romantic comedies staring Hugh Grant, some like to watch Vin Diseal try to act, some like to show up to Star Wars movies all decked up in storm trooper gear (never have, I swear). I am obsessed with good movies, but the two genres of film that I am the biggest sucker for are sport movies and super hero movies. You could say they fall in the same catergory. Sport stars today are the living and breathing superheros of childhood. They perform spectaculor feats and get paid a shit load for it too. This will not turn into a Manny Ramirez post. I'm glad you are staying in Boston, and I love you, Manny, but you got to cut out all that drama...whew.

So I went and I watched Sky High this Sunday...by myself...cause who in their right mind would pay to go see a movie about a kid whose parents are superheros and send him to superhero high school. The catch is that he hasn't discovered his powers until half way through the school year and at the same time he has to live up to his family name as the greatest superhero team ever. It's like a really bad X-Men movie mixed with Can't Hardly Wait. Anyway, it's cheesy, the plot was okay, and the story is mediocre, but it's a feel good movie and it made me feel good. Who would go see this movie? Little kids and their parents. Yes, I was sitting in a theatre, by myself surrounded by screaming kids and their parents who on a nice day decide to take their kids to the movies! Shame on them. Shame on me. I should go hide under a couch now.