09.20.07
Posted in goings on at 5:36 pm by electricvishnu
in the words of a friend of mine [the yoke man, the vp, the man in policy] . . . “it feels like it’s the mid nineties all over again – clinton is running for pres and oj’s in jail.”
so oj is shady. oj is a creep. (out on bail, going to get off again?)
maybe oj should have gotten tased? so we all know someone in your class that deserves to get tased, no? you know the kid . . . the one that asks the really stupid questions and keeps talking and talking and just doesn’t get the social hints . . . the one whose parents never really instilled any sort of idea of where the line is. the cops were slightly ridiculous, however, doing it while everyone was standing there [40 youtube cinematographers.] anyway, once the kid was down, just drag him out. “don’t tase me, man.” (or whatever the hell he said)
what of the jena 6? karma is a messed up thing. you go around dangling nooses from trees in what you might think is a witty way, it will bite back, one day, somehow . . . or at least that is the hope. i don’t know all the facts of the case, but it seems sticky to say the least.
at least oil is trading above $80 per barrel, right? i don’t know how i feel about this bailout maneuver of lowering the interest rate by .5% . . . it’s a bailout of a situation created in the most part by irresponsible lending . . . reckless?
pres. ahmadinejad’s photo op at ground zero . . . what a shitshow. god bless america. there’s a guy who knows about good media presentation. isn’t that what america is all about?
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09.17.07
Posted in words at 2:33 pm by electricvishnu
alan greenspan knows the deal.
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Posted in eats, words at 8:40 am by electricvishnu
weather, faces, and history all clear up eventually.
a new oj trial?
how bout dem yanks?
autumn is awesome
tocqueville | super bangin’ eats in what looks like a “hotel lobby done by ikea.” the suit-vests on the waiters was a weird touch as well, but all style aside, the food was rapidly approaching whatever a perfect lunch really is.
attorney general, go around number iii
oh taisho | try the bacon wrapped quail eggs. one of the chicken skins fulfills my chicken skin quota, but some people live for that kind of thing (my brother) lots of tasty meats on sticks.
the rainmakers (fantasy football team) let me down this week. i think it’s time to shake it up. big ben’s gotta go.
at least students ride free this week.
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09.11.07
Posted in goings on, words at 6:21 pm by electricvishnu
the overcast and rain [turned on as soon as i crossed over the raritan, as if turned on by faucet] helped to distance the date from some of the eerie reminders that the blue sky over new york brings on this date. six years is soon, so it seems. it’s an awkward anniversary: the first after a five year mark. where does it go from here?
these new brunswick blues don’t get me down like they used to.
(fine tuned / tomorrow night 7.30pm @ the fine grind [little falls, nj] ) check it out
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09.10.07
Posted in eats, supposedly moving snapshots, words at 3:13 pm by electricvishnu
a conversation with my father and brother yesterday evening (over hot peppers, eggs, and the worst iced coffee on the planet [sorry airmont diner]) meandered over to the topic of diminutive folks . . . little people (not dwarfs, midgets, lilliputians, or whatever the p.c. term is now, but just small guys) and not just any small guys, but short white guys [this short white guy syndrome (swigs) is not to be confused with (swibs) skinny white boy syndrome. whereas swibs is much more physical kind of thing, swigs is usually indicative of a complex of underlying personality disorders and a tendency towards the mendacious. now this is certainly quite a complicated kind of thing, so please don't write your congressman in protest just yet, not all small white dudes are swigs just like all _______s are ________s (insert your non-p.c. stereotype here [gently please, rambles with dubious connection to fact have feelings too]) anyway, the conversation led papa-hawkdawg to suggest that i listen to this song by randy newman:
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1NvgLkuEtkA]
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09.08.07
Posted in words at 9:30 pm by electricvishnu
- thou shalt not use mayo
- thou shalt use mustard only before cooking
- thou shalt use s p a r i n g l y catsup
- thou shalt gather all olives on this planet earth, and grind them all into oil [the holivecaust]
- thou shalt use hot sauce on nearly everything
- thou shalt eat more fish
- thou shalt not use salad dressing [not for any health reason, 'tis just unnecessary]
- thou shalt not use margarine [butter is better]
- thou shalt not use sour cream
- thou shalt try everything on earth (before hatin’, na mean?)
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09.07.07
Posted in supposedly moving snapshots, words at 7:15 pm by electricvishnu
the proof?
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufPUB29IMCQ]
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Posted in supposedly moving snapshots, words at 6:54 pm by electricvishnu
i think if i ever make a whole lot of cash, instead of flying out to vegas and blowing it all, i’d like to blow it playing monopoly for real money. there would be a house (bank) and it would be winner take all (or winners, if the non-losers decide to pussy out and walk away with what they have.) of course the winners would have to pay a certain percentage [rigged so the house wins in the long run] back to the house (or have their legs broken.)
still missing the biryani
bears at the grandparents’ house ohmy.
do you love creed?
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mn_Lfc7JCNc]
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09.06.07
Posted in words at 5:33 pm by electricvishnu
super soon summer will seem like it was years ago. soon after that, the green turns to yellow, orange, red turns to to brown turns to bare and cooler days and sweatshirt and jacket nights. then napping under my tree on busch in shorts and a novel over my chest will be eons ago. gobble gobble, snow, exams, peace out as the sun sets half past four in the afternoon. then i’ll wistfully wonder where all the time went. (the college years and such.)
three years ago i had this concoction of wrapped up chicken with spices and curry sauce and little green peppers that looked like string beans that i ate because i didn’t really know any better. it kicked my ass. that said, it was a beautiful, wonderfully mouth enchanting ass-kicking. that year i lived around the corner from thinisu, the eatery where i was introduced to the indian fusion style of ravi. two years later, i moved to a house that shared a backyard with the place. i could walk out the back door of my house and knock on thinisu’s backdoor and order something totally banging. ravi translated my vague and wandering requests ["you know, something super spicy, but not that super spicy; with chicken," or "i just got back from the gym so something, ya know? yeah something thick"] into delicious indo-dishes. to say i dug the eats is a real understatement. a walk down easton ave tuesday afternoon [the old haunts, so to say] revealed something sad. thinisu is no longer. it was a marty mcfly, alternate 1985 moment. a day already primed with a not quite right, who are these people, what are they doing here vibe was certified strange at that moment of non-recognition. fuckin a, man. to great eats, a neighborly neighbor, and a totally good guy [that's ravi,] we’ll all miss you lots. long live the biryani!
and never dies the r.u. screw, apparently.
it’s time to play [metal / emo / just plain rock n roll]
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09.04.07
Posted in words at 5:42 pm by electricvishnu
but who’s counting?
the shuffle theory isn’t helping very much -> heavy lean towards the melancholic ["freakish," sigur ros - "untitled 7," and so on]
back in the bruns {these new brunswick blues . . . }
ruck futgers and the rest
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