Today I hauled myself out to Flushing, Queens at the satanic hour of 8am on Saturday morning, to participate in the TNYA swim meet; Aquapalooza.
The meet was actually a short course one, so all my mental preparations for a 50m pool were a waste of time. Sigh…
I did 2 relays, a 100m free, 50 breast, [...]
Resisting my natural instinct to stay indoors and apply software patches all weekend, I allowed myself to be lured to a large piece of grass in Central Park, for a picnic with some new friends (and one old friend, figuratively speaking).
Thankfully there was enough alcohol, access to ice coffee, just the right ratio of [...]
Taking advantage of a nice weekend in what’s left of summer, we (David, Rick, James, Matt, et moi) went to Coney Island this weekend; lured by the promise of hot dogs and shirtless-people-watching.
It’s about an hour from Manhattan/civilisation on the subway and has a St.Kilda feel to it (for my australian readers). The Coney Is [...]
I received this flyer for a local storage company today, and this was my reaction. Ok, it took about 10 goes to get my head and the flyer in frame, but I was/am shocked!
It’s not every day you get a big pink card that tells you to “RIDE IT”. Unfortunately.
This week in the life that is mine, nothing really crazy-exciting happened, but being the dedicated blogger and procrastinator I am, I shall blog about it anyway.
A few of the semi-notable events included:
Having a disturbingly-vivid dream/nightmare about making out with Mariah Carey, in a storage closet, backstage, while her manager watched. Time to go back [...]
On Saturday, 19 July 2008, four intrepid and ill-prepared bargain hunters set out into to the wilds of Brooklyn, on a new-Ikea-store fact-finding mission.
As we boarded the (disappointing non-plastic) Ikea ferry recently launched to take shoppers from Manhatten to the spanking-new Ikea Brooklyn, there was a distinct sense of adventure, sea-sickness and sweedish-meat-ball-anticipation in [...]
The fact that my apartment building does not have a doorman is beginning to seem like an extreme disadvantage and has been a point of embarrassment on several recent social occasions (Person: “Just get your doorman to do it“. Me: “My building doesn’t have one” [Awkward pause]. Person: “Oh. I’m sorry. [Looks at me with [...]
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