first and foremost, fuck con ed and their method for improving the city electric grid system--by waiting for a black out to occur then fixing it. why not preemptively fix that shit?
yesterday the UES and South Bronx were struck by a black out at around 3:40pm. around that time, i was at union square waiting for the uptown 6 to take me to grand central, but they all stopped running uptown. ball sacks.
anyway, i went to go see the fray last night. me, david liu, and qian were so excited to 'get frayed on'. on the bus, we talked with some drunk white guys and they handed me a beer. it seemed as if everyone was going to the concert. and boy, were there a lot of cute, barely legal white girls there. it must've been my birthday.
unfortunately, it rained so hard that we could not see the fray. but we did 'get frayed on' by the rain. we saw mae and ok go and they were 'okay'. i really wanted to see the fray and sing along like a crazy little fan girl.
and for the amount of rain we had last night, how come today is still hot as fuck?
oh yeah... it's summer in the city...
-andy
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
canned soup and subways
random thoughts.
canned soup for dinner, three days in a row.
when i see subway trains with 'LCL' on the side, i always think that it reads 'LOL' first. i laugh to myself, then realize its still 'LCL.'
i am searching for something.
-andy
canned soup for dinner, three days in a row.
when i see subway trains with 'LCL' on the side, i always think that it reads 'LOL' first. i laugh to myself, then realize its still 'LCL.'
i am searching for something.
-andy
sunday.
today i woke up around 2pm. it feels good to lay around and do jack shit. but i eventually feel guilty and force myself out of bed to wash my ugly afternoon face in front of the bathroom mirror.
anyway.
here is a list of invaluable things i learned today:
1) i like how people sit staggered on subway seats. do people hate touching shoulders with other people or what? maybe its just new york, but i have a feeling its just americans. i bet people in france are on the lookout for any excuse to sit on each other's laps.
2) my friend once remarked that 'guys are usually not self aware that they are good looking.' my other friend replied with 'once they grow older, they become aware.' interesting.
3) if you do anything too much, you will miss out on life. if you do too much life, you will miss out on life. life is in moderation.
4) dealing cocaine will get you rich, but the risks are high. the discount packaging rate decreases dramatically for larger and larger amounts of cocaine due to the risks. more drug dealers get busted, more people start dealing because the rewards are high. i finally understand why people deal cocaine. for the deniro.
5) do not waste time. do something you love doing. noah, the one who subletted this apartment to me and my roommates plays some amazing violin. when we were listening to one of his recordings (he played some schuman concerto, accompanied by a full orchestra), his dad (also musically talented) analyzed his playing style: 'i like how you put the extra grace note at the end of the F# trill', 'i like how everything you play is a hair flat. thats not bad, it makes what you play more real, more human. it makes it sound ten times more beautiful'. at that point, i realized that i never got that serious with violin. i never got to the point where i can just do what i want with the music, add my own special twist to it, make the concerto my own. leave my own fingerprint on it so people will say 'andy's version of vieuxtemp's 5th concerto is muscular and dirty compared to ...'. in order to get to that point, you have to know that you were born with a violin in a hand with the god given intent to make beautiful music. you need to love playing violin to fully enjoy messing around--adding a silly grace not with a smirk on stage with no remorse nor shame, for instance. and this not only applies to violin or music for that matter. just gotta love whatchu do.
6) the only real need people should concern themselves with is the need to be happy. everything else should come after that.
7) i finally understand what it means to live without regrets. why bother thinking about what could've, would've, should've happened? it can't change nothin'. word.
8) i learned what it means to give. i remember before i decided to rush akpsi (pronounced 'ack-sigh,' haha) brothers told me 'the more you give,the more you get in return.' what is this, i thought to myself, teaching me the principles of karma? i now know that the more you give, i.e. the more time you spend with your pledge class, the more close friends you will have in your pledge class as a result. one and one is two. these make sense. today, i gave a hobo the change in my pocket. seriously, what am i going to use that change on anyway besides glueing them onto the ground, hiding behind a bush, and watching dumbasses bend over to try to pick them shits up? i might as well just use it to help someone else out. giving money is a mindset, something that is not dependent on your eco-socionomic status or income level. learn how to give so you can give when you become rich and powerful. it will pay off in the end.
9) use capitalism to your advantage. find a need that needs to be filled. provide that need. sit back and watch your mound of cash grow.
10) LIVE.
i like number 10 the best. 6 is a close second, though.
-andy
now playing: gym class heroes - 'clothes off!'
anyway.
here is a list of invaluable things i learned today:
1) i like how people sit staggered on subway seats. do people hate touching shoulders with other people or what? maybe its just new york, but i have a feeling its just americans. i bet people in france are on the lookout for any excuse to sit on each other's laps.
2) my friend once remarked that 'guys are usually not self aware that they are good looking.' my other friend replied with 'once they grow older, they become aware.' interesting.
3) if you do anything too much, you will miss out on life. if you do too much life, you will miss out on life. life is in moderation.
4) dealing cocaine will get you rich, but the risks are high. the discount packaging rate decreases dramatically for larger and larger amounts of cocaine due to the risks. more drug dealers get busted, more people start dealing because the rewards are high. i finally understand why people deal cocaine. for the deniro.
5) do not waste time. do something you love doing. noah, the one who subletted this apartment to me and my roommates plays some amazing violin. when we were listening to one of his recordings (he played some schuman concerto, accompanied by a full orchestra), his dad (also musically talented) analyzed his playing style: 'i like how you put the extra grace note at the end of the F# trill', 'i like how everything you play is a hair flat. thats not bad, it makes what you play more real, more human. it makes it sound ten times more beautiful'. at that point, i realized that i never got that serious with violin. i never got to the point where i can just do what i want with the music, add my own special twist to it, make the concerto my own. leave my own fingerprint on it so people will say 'andy's version of vieuxtemp's 5th concerto is muscular and dirty compared to ...'. in order to get to that point, you have to know that you were born with a violin in a hand with the god given intent to make beautiful music. you need to love playing violin to fully enjoy messing around--adding a silly grace not with a smirk on stage with no remorse nor shame, for instance. and this not only applies to violin or music for that matter. just gotta love whatchu do.
6) the only real need people should concern themselves with is the need to be happy. everything else should come after that.
7) i finally understand what it means to live without regrets. why bother thinking about what could've, would've, should've happened? it can't change nothin'. word.
8) i learned what it means to give. i remember before i decided to rush akpsi (pronounced 'ack-sigh,' haha) brothers told me 'the more you give,the more you get in return.' what is this, i thought to myself, teaching me the principles of karma? i now know that the more you give, i.e. the more time you spend with your pledge class, the more close friends you will have in your pledge class as a result. one and one is two. these make sense. today, i gave a hobo the change in my pocket. seriously, what am i going to use that change on anyway besides glueing them onto the ground, hiding behind a bush, and watching dumbasses bend over to try to pick them shits up? i might as well just use it to help someone else out. giving money is a mindset, something that is not dependent on your eco-socionomic status or income level. learn how to give so you can give when you become rich and powerful. it will pay off in the end.
9) use capitalism to your advantage. find a need that needs to be filled. provide that need. sit back and watch your mound of cash grow.
10) LIVE.
i like number 10 the best. 6 is a close second, though.
-andy
now playing: gym class heroes - 'clothes off!'
Sunday, June 24, 2007
this shit is bananas...
in order to kick start my plan to build a website company, i have joined startupnation.com with my username being 'bananas'.
i think the fact that i got 'bananas' as my username makes this me much more interested in posting random shit in those forums.
-andy
i think the fact that i got 'bananas' as my username makes this me much more interested in posting random shit in those forums.
-andy
Saturday, June 23, 2007
corporate america and its republic
Don't point to that beloved parchment, the Constitution, as a symbol of your enduring freedom. It is representative of a form of government which seemingly no longer exists in this country today. The Constitution has been thrown out the window, the Republic shoved aside and replaced with a democracy. The thing is; most people in this country remain unaware that this is so because they simply do not know the truth — what lies beyond the myths. Your so-called government is not going to tell you, either.
The Congress realized our country was in dire financial straits, so they cut a deal with the international bankers — (in those days, the Rothschilds of London were dipping their fingers into everyone's pie) thereby incurring a DEBT to said bankers. If we think about banks, we know they do not just lend us money out of the goodness of their hearts. A bank will not do anything for you unless it is entirely in their best interest to do so. There has to be some sort of collateral or some string attached which puts you and me (the borrower) into a subservient position. This was true back in 1871 as well. The conniving international bankers were not about to lend our floundering nation any money without some serious stipulations. So, they devised a brilliant way of getting their foot in the door of the United States (a prize they had coveted for some time, but had been unable to grasp thanks to our Founding Fathers, who despised them and held them in check), and thus, the Act of 1871 was passed.
In essence, this Act formed the corporation known as THE UNITED STATES. Note the capitalization, because it is important. This corporation, owned by foreign interests, moved right in and shoved the original "organic" version of the Constitution into a dusty corner. With the "Act of 1871," our Constitution was defaced in the sense that the title was block-capitalized and the word "for" was changed to the word "of" in the title. The original Constitution drafted by the Founding Fathers, was written in this manner:
"The Constitution for the united states of America".
The altered version reads: "THE CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA". It is the corporate constitution. It is NOT the same document you might think it is. The corporate constitution operates in an economic capacity and has been used to fool the People into thinking it is the same parchment that governs the Republic. It absolutely is not.
Capitalization — an insignificant change? Not when one is referring to the context of a legal document, it isn't. Such minor alterations have had major impacts on each subsequent generation born in this country. What the Congress did with the passage of the Act of 1871 was create an entirely new document, a constitution for the government of the District of Columbia. The kind of government THEY created was a corporation. The new, altered Constitution serves as the constitution of the corporation, and not that of America. Think about that for a moment.
Incidentally, this corporate constitution does not benefit the Republic. It serves only to benefit the corporation. It does nothing good for you or me — and it operates outside of the original Constitution. Instead of absolute rights guaranteed under the "organic" Constitution, we now have "relative" rights or privileges. One example of this is the Sovereign's right to travel, which has been transformed under corporate government policy into a "privilege" which we must be licensed to engage in. This operates outside of the original Constitution.
With the passage of the Act of 1871, a series of subtle and overt deceptions were set in motion — all in conjunction and collusion with the Congress, who knowingly and deliberately sold the People down the river. Did they tell you this in government school? I doubt it. They were too busy drumming the fictional version of history into your brain — and mine. By failing to disclose what THEY did to the American People, the people became ignorant of what was happening. Over time, the Republic took it on the chin to the point of a knockdown. With the surrender of their gold in 1933, the People essentially surrendered their law. I don't suppose you were taught THAT in school either. That's because our REAL history is hidden from us. This is the way Roman Civil Law works — and our form of governance today is based upon Roman Civil Law and Admiralty/Maritime Law — better known as the "Divine Right of Kings" and "Law of the Seas", respectively. This explains a lot. Roman Civil Law was fully established in the original colonies even before our nation began and is also known as private international law.
Congress is fully aware of this deception. You must be made aware that the members of Congress do NOT work for you and me. Rather, they work for the Corporation known as THE UNITED STATES. Is this really any surprise to you? This is why we can't get them to do anything on our behalf or to answer to us —as in the case with the illegal income tax — among many other things. Contrary to popular belief, they are NOT our civil servants. They do NOT work for us. They are the servants of the corporate government and carry out its bidding. Period.
The great number of committees and sub-committees that the Congress has created all work together like a multi-headed monster to oversee the various corporate "departments." And, you should know that every single one of these that operates outside the District of Columbia is in violation of the law. The corporate government of the UNITED STATES has no jurisdiction or authority in ANY state of the Republic beyond the District of Columbia. Let this sink into your brain for a minute. Ask yourself, "Could this deception REALLY have occurred without the full knowledge and complicity of the Congress?" Do you think it happened by accident? You are deceiving yourself if you do. There are no accidents or coincidences. It is time to confront the truth and awaken from ignorance.
Your legislators will not apprise you of this information. You are presumed to know the law. THEY know you don't know the law, or your history for that matter, because this information has not been taught to you. No concerted effort has been made to inform you. As a Sovereign, you are entitled to full disclosure of the facts. As a slave, you are entitled to nothing other than what the corporation decides to "give" you — at a price. Be wary of accepting so-called "benefits" of the corporation of the UNITED STATES. Aren't you enslaved enough already?
The UNITED STATES government is basically a corporate instrument of the international bankers. This means YOU are owned by the corporation from birth to death. The corporate UNITED STATES also holds ownership of all your assets, your property, and even your children. Does this sound untrue? Think long and hard about all those bills you pay, all those various taxes and fines and licenses you must pay for. Yes, they've got you by the pockets. Actually, they've had you by the ass for as long as you've been alive. In your heart, you know it's true. Don't believe any of this? Read up on the 14th Amendment. Check out how "free" you really are.
I am saddened to think about the brave men and women who were killed in all the wars and conflicts instigated by the Controllers. These courageous souls fought for the preservation of ideals they believed to be true — not for the likes of a corporation. Do you believe that any one of the individuals who have been killed as a result of war would have willingly fought if they knew the full truth? Do you think one person would have laid down his life for a corporation? I think not. If the People had known long ago to what extent their trust had been betrayed, I wonder how long it would have taken for another Revolution. What we need is a Revolution in THOUGHT. We change our thinking and we change our world.
My heartfelt thanks goes out to the following people for their gracious and generous assistance in researching this subject: Ken S. of American Revolution II Online News, Paul Walker of RMN News, Bob Taft, Stanooch, and Willy Whitten — true Patriots, one and all.
i found this randomly.
-andy
The Congress realized our country was in dire financial straits, so they cut a deal with the international bankers — (in those days, the Rothschilds of London were dipping their fingers into everyone's pie) thereby incurring a DEBT to said bankers. If we think about banks, we know they do not just lend us money out of the goodness of their hearts. A bank will not do anything for you unless it is entirely in their best interest to do so. There has to be some sort of collateral or some string attached which puts you and me (the borrower) into a subservient position. This was true back in 1871 as well. The conniving international bankers were not about to lend our floundering nation any money without some serious stipulations. So, they devised a brilliant way of getting their foot in the door of the United States (a prize they had coveted for some time, but had been unable to grasp thanks to our Founding Fathers, who despised them and held them in check), and thus, the Act of 1871 was passed.
In essence, this Act formed the corporation known as THE UNITED STATES. Note the capitalization, because it is important. This corporation, owned by foreign interests, moved right in and shoved the original "organic" version of the Constitution into a dusty corner. With the "Act of 1871," our Constitution was defaced in the sense that the title was block-capitalized and the word "for" was changed to the word "of" in the title. The original Constitution drafted by the Founding Fathers, was written in this manner:
"The Constitution for the united states of America".
The altered version reads: "THE CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA". It is the corporate constitution. It is NOT the same document you might think it is. The corporate constitution operates in an economic capacity and has been used to fool the People into thinking it is the same parchment that governs the Republic. It absolutely is not.
Capitalization — an insignificant change? Not when one is referring to the context of a legal document, it isn't. Such minor alterations have had major impacts on each subsequent generation born in this country. What the Congress did with the passage of the Act of 1871 was create an entirely new document, a constitution for the government of the District of Columbia. The kind of government THEY created was a corporation. The new, altered Constitution serves as the constitution of the corporation, and not that of America. Think about that for a moment.
Incidentally, this corporate constitution does not benefit the Republic. It serves only to benefit the corporation. It does nothing good for you or me — and it operates outside of the original Constitution. Instead of absolute rights guaranteed under the "organic" Constitution, we now have "relative" rights or privileges. One example of this is the Sovereign's right to travel, which has been transformed under corporate government policy into a "privilege" which we must be licensed to engage in. This operates outside of the original Constitution.
With the passage of the Act of 1871, a series of subtle and overt deceptions were set in motion — all in conjunction and collusion with the Congress, who knowingly and deliberately sold the People down the river. Did they tell you this in government school? I doubt it. They were too busy drumming the fictional version of history into your brain — and mine. By failing to disclose what THEY did to the American People, the people became ignorant of what was happening. Over time, the Republic took it on the chin to the point of a knockdown. With the surrender of their gold in 1933, the People essentially surrendered their law. I don't suppose you were taught THAT in school either. That's because our REAL history is hidden from us. This is the way Roman Civil Law works — and our form of governance today is based upon Roman Civil Law and Admiralty/Maritime Law — better known as the "Divine Right of Kings" and "Law of the Seas", respectively. This explains a lot. Roman Civil Law was fully established in the original colonies even before our nation began and is also known as private international law.
Congress is fully aware of this deception. You must be made aware that the members of Congress do NOT work for you and me. Rather, they work for the Corporation known as THE UNITED STATES. Is this really any surprise to you? This is why we can't get them to do anything on our behalf or to answer to us —as in the case with the illegal income tax — among many other things. Contrary to popular belief, they are NOT our civil servants. They do NOT work for us. They are the servants of the corporate government and carry out its bidding. Period.
The great number of committees and sub-committees that the Congress has created all work together like a multi-headed monster to oversee the various corporate "departments." And, you should know that every single one of these that operates outside the District of Columbia is in violation of the law. The corporate government of the UNITED STATES has no jurisdiction or authority in ANY state of the Republic beyond the District of Columbia. Let this sink into your brain for a minute. Ask yourself, "Could this deception REALLY have occurred without the full knowledge and complicity of the Congress?" Do you think it happened by accident? You are deceiving yourself if you do. There are no accidents or coincidences. It is time to confront the truth and awaken from ignorance.
Your legislators will not apprise you of this information. You are presumed to know the law. THEY know you don't know the law, or your history for that matter, because this information has not been taught to you. No concerted effort has been made to inform you. As a Sovereign, you are entitled to full disclosure of the facts. As a slave, you are entitled to nothing other than what the corporation decides to "give" you — at a price. Be wary of accepting so-called "benefits" of the corporation of the UNITED STATES. Aren't you enslaved enough already?
The UNITED STATES government is basically a corporate instrument of the international bankers. This means YOU are owned by the corporation from birth to death. The corporate UNITED STATES also holds ownership of all your assets, your property, and even your children. Does this sound untrue? Think long and hard about all those bills you pay, all those various taxes and fines and licenses you must pay for. Yes, they've got you by the pockets. Actually, they've had you by the ass for as long as you've been alive. In your heart, you know it's true. Don't believe any of this? Read up on the 14th Amendment. Check out how "free" you really are.
I am saddened to think about the brave men and women who were killed in all the wars and conflicts instigated by the Controllers. These courageous souls fought for the preservation of ideals they believed to be true — not for the likes of a corporation. Do you believe that any one of the individuals who have been killed as a result of war would have willingly fought if they knew the full truth? Do you think one person would have laid down his life for a corporation? I think not. If the People had known long ago to what extent their trust had been betrayed, I wonder how long it would have taken for another Revolution. What we need is a Revolution in THOUGHT. We change our thinking and we change our world.
My heartfelt thanks goes out to the following people for their gracious and generous assistance in researching this subject: Ken S. of American Revolution II Online News, Paul Walker of RMN News, Bob Taft, Stanooch, and Willy Whitten — true Patriots, one and all.
i found this randomly.
-andy
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
...a lazy tuesday morning
good morning.
marc, angela, judy, dan and whoever else usually working with me went to the morningside campus today.
no work for me. but its not like there has ever been any work for me. i think i'm going to start putting together my stand up set. i'm going to talk about new york city and hobos and rapists. nice.
as for surfing the net goes, i'm interested to try meditation to focus my consciousness and inner being. but that calls for silence and i'm too addicted to my tunes to give that up. oh well.
this is going to be a long week.
-andy
things i'm looking forward to:
friday
saturday
now playing-- rachael yamagata - be be your love
marc, angela, judy, dan and whoever else usually working with me went to the morningside campus today.
no work for me. but its not like there has ever been any work for me. i think i'm going to start putting together my stand up set. i'm going to talk about new york city and hobos and rapists. nice.
as for surfing the net goes, i'm interested to try meditation to focus my consciousness and inner being. but that calls for silence and i'm too addicted to my tunes to give that up. oh well.
this is going to be a long week.
-andy
things i'm looking forward to:
friday
saturday
now playing-- rachael yamagata - be be your love
Monday, June 18, 2007
the pigeons at work
one of my coworkers saw the pigeons that visit me and angela and shoo'ed them away and was quite possibly one of the funniest, most animated things i've seen in a while.
she is rotund, white--much like the michelin man's feminine counterpart--with dainty mannerisms, such as flimsy wrists, cute pointy shoes, and wide expressive eyes. when she was shooing the pigeons, she flapped her thick arms around like a chicken and squealed like a pig. the entire time, the pigeons stared back, confused, unamused, until her thrashing arms almost hit them off the ledge.
yeah.
-andy
she is rotund, white--much like the michelin man's feminine counterpart--with dainty mannerisms, such as flimsy wrists, cute pointy shoes, and wide expressive eyes. when she was shooing the pigeons, she flapped her thick arms around like a chicken and squealed like a pig. the entire time, the pigeons stared back, confused, unamused, until her thrashing arms almost hit them off the ledge.
yeah.
-andy
Friday, June 15, 2007
scattered thoughts, pt 2
oh, my co-workers are so adorable.
angela russo (see older post for details) just asked me what 'lol' means. she thought it meant 'lots of luck' and wondered why someone wished her that in one of her emails. 'it didn't seem applicable to the matter so i was very confused.'
LOL!!!111one
-andy
angela russo (see older post for details) just asked me what 'lol' means. she thought it meant 'lots of luck' and wondered why someone wished her that in one of her emails. 'it didn't seem applicable to the matter so i was very confused.'
LOL!!!111one
-andy
scattered thoughts, pt 1
thank god it's friday.
i have to keep my own plastic cup for water because they never have new disposal cups at the water cooler.
and i've decided to start my stand up comedy career. watch out nyc!
also i noticed that my soul is starting to get sucked into nyc. whenever i'm back home in the cozy (boring) suburbs of maryland, i'm restless. i end up sleeping too much, eating all day, and watching tv until 4am. there is nothing to do in maryland except for cheaper movies.
there is always something going on in new york. i love the convenience of everything--ordering food, going out, going to the park, the subway system, the bus system, the diversity, the ugliness (hobos, shootings, stabbings, etc), the unexpectedness, the un-boring-ness. i feel like my life in nyc is suspended by scaffolds of convenience and capriciousness, and whenever i go out of the city, i'm lifeless, without support.
now for your enjoyment, apple fun!
picture courtesy of kim.
-andy
i have to keep my own plastic cup for water because they never have new disposal cups at the water cooler.
and i've decided to start my stand up comedy career. watch out nyc!
also i noticed that my soul is starting to get sucked into nyc. whenever i'm back home in the cozy (boring) suburbs of maryland, i'm restless. i end up sleeping too much, eating all day, and watching tv until 4am. there is nothing to do in maryland except for cheaper movies.
there is always something going on in new york. i love the convenience of everything--ordering food, going out, going to the park, the subway system, the bus system, the diversity, the ugliness (hobos, shootings, stabbings, etc), the unexpectedness, the un-boring-ness. i feel like my life in nyc is suspended by scaffolds of convenience and capriciousness, and whenever i go out of the city, i'm lifeless, without support.
now for your enjoyment, apple fun!
picture courtesy of kim.
-andy
Thursday, June 14, 2007
things to miss, things to do
after browsing through my old xanga, i have come up with a list of things i miss about my life.
1) making fun of everything. the world is fucked up to begin with, nothing is ever perfect. everything is objected to my ridicule. especially really bad teachers or professors--they're the funnest to poke fun at with fellow classmates.
2) not being afraid to say or do shit. what is the point of living if i'm scared to do anything? lame. and who cares what other people think? there are enough people in this world that makes the number of thinking people negligible.
3) live in the moment. be impulsive. live with passion.
4) not worrying about meaningless shit. meaningless shit that shouldn't matter but somehow does.
i suppose thats it for now.
here is a list of things i want to do this summer:
[ ] get more involved with dancing.
[ ] create something. webcomic, anyone?
[x] make some cash
[ ] study :(
[ ] learn a language (spanish or japanese? probably spanish, i do live in washington heights...)
[ ] be happy
-andy
1) making fun of everything. the world is fucked up to begin with, nothing is ever perfect. everything is objected to my ridicule. especially really bad teachers or professors--they're the funnest to poke fun at with fellow classmates.
2) not being afraid to say or do shit. what is the point of living if i'm scared to do anything? lame. and who cares what other people think? there are enough people in this world that makes the number of thinking people negligible.
3) live in the moment. be impulsive. live with passion.
4) not worrying about meaningless shit. meaningless shit that shouldn't matter but somehow does.
i suppose thats it for now.
here is a list of things i want to do this summer:
[ ] get more involved with dancing.
[ ] create something. webcomic, anyone?
[x] make some cash
[ ] study :(
[ ] learn a language (spanish or japanese? probably spanish, i do live in washington heights...)
[ ] be happy
-andy
a new day, a new leaf
i'm happy to say that i have started to get used to this blogging thing again.
last night, i went to kim's apartment to drink wine and smoke with her and jennifer. i really like both of them and it makes me want to kick myself for not hanging out with more akpsi bros during pledging. i mean, isn't that the point of pledging? i suppose so. i didn't understand much about 'brotherhood' until now, when i chill with them as friends, rather than brothers-who-will-eat-your-face-at-final-court. oh well, i still have the rest of my life to catch up.
i ended up staying overnight, which was sweet of kim and chrissie, and kim made me a cute, disfigured egg...i'm going to go out on a limb, here...omelette. at least it tasted like an omelette :). and today, when i got to work, i read kim's xanga, livejournal, and browse her imagestation, all the while talking to her via gchat. i really like kim's writing, in a different way than how i enjoy ingrid's. kim's blogs are personal and real, and when i read them i understand her completely. i don't know if its because i've been through similar situations or because she doesn't hide anything in her entries. when shes upset about something, she'll come straight up and say it. when shes happy, she'll say it. no beating around the bush, no bullshit.
issues that she addresses are the issues that i normally choose to ignore or overlook. for instance, smoking weed--not enough respect for myself? that could be true. i never bothered to think about it. i used to smoke for fun, but soon i was smoking because i was bored or because i had a shitty day, for which smoking became an outlet for relaxation. but when came the point when i was not happy whenever i was not high? life became boring. it lacked passion, creativity, direction. i became lifeless, like in those above-the-influence advertisements on television, and soon forgot what it was like to LIVE.
reading kim's entries reminded me of high school life; of coming to school way too early, seeing your friends in the hallway, having lunch with your friends, and just being a kid. i wish i knew not to worry about gpa's, sat's, or any of that lame shit that i now know means nothing. i wish somebody told me to try something new, to write a story, to pick up a new hobby, or play a new sport. high school was the shit, mostly because of my amazing friends who i did jack shit with. it was always a good time, good wholesome, drug-free fun. i loved being around pretty girls, flirting, talking on the phone until 2am talking about ideas and people and anything and everything. i loved parties, my first experience with alcohol and drugs. i loved wasting time with friends (of course it wouldn't be considered wasting time). i really miss that.
now, i don't do much except 'go through the motions of life,' as kim puts it. i just live how everyone else expects from me--my employer wants me to work, i work; my roommates expect me to chill with them, i chill. i want to know what it feels like to live again, to just be happy to be alive. i miss that.
so from here on out, i'm going to stop smoking for 'no reason', for 'because i'm bored', for 'just because'. i'm going to follow through some hobby, i'm going to meet new people, and i'm going to be happy with myself. i'm going to love who i am, and respect who i am.
thanks, kim.
-andy
currently playing: regina spektor- 'fidelity'
last night, i went to kim's apartment to drink wine and smoke with her and jennifer. i really like both of them and it makes me want to kick myself for not hanging out with more akpsi bros during pledging. i mean, isn't that the point of pledging? i suppose so. i didn't understand much about 'brotherhood' until now, when i chill with them as friends, rather than brothers-who-will-eat-your-face-at-final-court. oh well, i still have the rest of my life to catch up.
i ended up staying overnight, which was sweet of kim and chrissie, and kim made me a cute, disfigured egg...i'm going to go out on a limb, here...omelette. at least it tasted like an omelette :). and today, when i got to work, i read kim's xanga, livejournal, and browse her imagestation, all the while talking to her via gchat. i really like kim's writing, in a different way than how i enjoy ingrid's. kim's blogs are personal and real, and when i read them i understand her completely. i don't know if its because i've been through similar situations or because she doesn't hide anything in her entries. when shes upset about something, she'll come straight up and say it. when shes happy, she'll say it. no beating around the bush, no bullshit.
issues that she addresses are the issues that i normally choose to ignore or overlook. for instance, smoking weed--not enough respect for myself? that could be true. i never bothered to think about it. i used to smoke for fun, but soon i was smoking because i was bored or because i had a shitty day, for which smoking became an outlet for relaxation. but when came the point when i was not happy whenever i was not high? life became boring. it lacked passion, creativity, direction. i became lifeless, like in those above-the-influence advertisements on television, and soon forgot what it was like to LIVE.
reading kim's entries reminded me of high school life; of coming to school way too early, seeing your friends in the hallway, having lunch with your friends, and just being a kid. i wish i knew not to worry about gpa's, sat's, or any of that lame shit that i now know means nothing. i wish somebody told me to try something new, to write a story, to pick up a new hobby, or play a new sport. high school was the shit, mostly because of my amazing friends who i did jack shit with. it was always a good time, good wholesome, drug-free fun. i loved being around pretty girls, flirting, talking on the phone until 2am talking about ideas and people and anything and everything. i loved parties, my first experience with alcohol and drugs. i loved wasting time with friends (of course it wouldn't be considered wasting time). i really miss that.
now, i don't do much except 'go through the motions of life,' as kim puts it. i just live how everyone else expects from me--my employer wants me to work, i work; my roommates expect me to chill with them, i chill. i want to know what it feels like to live again, to just be happy to be alive. i miss that.
so from here on out, i'm going to stop smoking for 'no reason', for 'because i'm bored', for 'just because'. i'm going to follow through some hobby, i'm going to meet new people, and i'm going to be happy with myself. i'm going to love who i am, and respect who i am.
thanks, kim.
-andy
currently playing: regina spektor- 'fidelity'
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
on managing risk
the risk premium is what distinguishes gambling from speculation. investors who are willing to take on risk because they expect to earn a risk premium are speculating. speculatoin is understaken despite the risk because the speculator sees a favorable risk-return trade-off. in contrast, gambling is the assumption of risk for no purpose beyond the enjoyment of the risk itself. gamblers take on risk even without the prospect of a risk premium.
-essentials of investments
i once remember browsing the internet in boredom and coming across a mind teaser puzzle. a professor at a prestigious university was teaching a class about risk management. being an offbeat professor, the final exam consisted of only one question: what is risk? only one person in the class received an A for the exam. what did he put down?
his one word answer: this.
risk plays a major role not only in gambling or investing, but also in life. of course, nobody would create an entire subject devoted to risk had it not been billions and billions of dollars in the finance industry at stake. nobody thinks about daily, mundane risks--driving cars, walking, using the vending machine (50 vending machine deaths per year), etc--mostly because those risks are negligible. imagine calculating the weighted average of the risks associated with driving. although the chances of losing your life is minimal, you cannot place a value on life. but that, by no means, is a reason to sit at home and vegetate in front of your television (what if a meteor strikes your house? or aliens come, abduct you, and probe your anus mercilessly until you die? very possible.) fuck risks. humans are probably hardwired to take risks regardless, i.e. gamblers.
investing is a crapshoot.
-andy
-essentials of investments
i once remember browsing the internet in boredom and coming across a mind teaser puzzle. a professor at a prestigious university was teaching a class about risk management. being an offbeat professor, the final exam consisted of only one question: what is risk? only one person in the class received an A for the exam. what did he put down?
his one word answer: this.
risk plays a major role not only in gambling or investing, but also in life. of course, nobody would create an entire subject devoted to risk had it not been billions and billions of dollars in the finance industry at stake. nobody thinks about daily, mundane risks--driving cars, walking, using the vending machine (50 vending machine deaths per year), etc--mostly because those risks are negligible. imagine calculating the weighted average of the risks associated with driving. although the chances of losing your life is minimal, you cannot place a value on life. but that, by no means, is a reason to sit at home and vegetate in front of your television (what if a meteor strikes your house? or aliens come, abduct you, and probe your anus mercilessly until you die? very possible.) fuck risks. humans are probably hardwired to take risks regardless, i.e. gamblers.
investing is a crapshoot.
-andy
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
washington heights, pt 1
my dominican neighbors set firecrackers off every night around this time. they put them in the middle of the street, light them, and watch them shoot off. is there a blindingly large cultural gap (an on-going dominican festival that only occurs on 157/bway) or is it just me?
-andy
-andy
12:47pm, tuesday
like any other minute of any other weekday, i am sitting behind this computer doing nothing.
this is my job: i work with grants and proposals at the financial office of columbia's medical campus. (my dad hooked me up with this job). i work with two other people, marc wendell (hes young, mid twenties, he just had a baby shawna who is now 6 months old. he talks about her all the time and she is adorable!), angela russo (shes old, her daughter graduated from columbia already, shes italian, shes very very nice and her laugh is very contagious). marc looks like mikey in the tv show 'recess' and angela looks like cheri oteri from SNL (80s-90s seasons).
this is what i do at my job: hone my minesweeper skills, browse facebook.com, visit digg.com, read the essentials of investing, chat on gtalk/AIM, blog, practice my drawing skills, solve some crossword/sudoku puzzles, think about making money, think about evening/night plans, think about my future.
today i came across ingrid's xanga and it reminded me of how much i enjoy blogging. ingrid keeps her prose short, concise, and to the point. she isn't afraid to put herself out there with her ideas and her words, which i admire.
i remember browsing xangas a few years ago (its been a long while) and i came across a xanga that belonged to a college applicant. in a one-line entry, she wrote: 'i wish i could just give colleges my xanga url.' hah, ridiculous, i thought. but as a matter of fact, her entries were full of little gems of wisdom and insight. and it made sense. thus is the reason colleges use essays as a starting point to analyze and understand applicants. what is more revealing than a blog? anything well written will open doors into the writer's mind. and a blog just happens to be updated more often than an essay. i thought her wish is reasonable and should be considered. or maybe she should just take a few entries and call it an 'experimental' essay.
anyway, there was something in ingrid's xanga that inspired me to live a better life, to try harder to better myself, to not be afraid to say 'WHAT THE FUCK, boss?? that was MY muffin!', to think actively, to not live like a normal person going through the motions of life. alexey once said 'what is the purpose of living if you're not going to be outrageous? otherwise you're just taking up space.' go live life; go be ridiculous and fuck what other people think.
it also makes me miss writing in general. i feel that my muse comes and goes in random, unexpected spurts. sometimes, when i'm riding home on the 1 when its late, i would feel the need to put something on paper. sometimes, they are ridiculous thoughts, absurd pictures, or intriguing insights.
anyway. off to read ingrid's xanga.
-andy
this is my job: i work with grants and proposals at the financial office of columbia's medical campus. (my dad hooked me up with this job). i work with two other people, marc wendell (hes young, mid twenties, he just had a baby shawna who is now 6 months old. he talks about her all the time and she is adorable!), angela russo (shes old, her daughter graduated from columbia already, shes italian, shes very very nice and her laugh is very contagious). marc looks like mikey in the tv show 'recess' and angela looks like cheri oteri from SNL (80s-90s seasons).
this is what i do at my job: hone my minesweeper skills, browse facebook.com, visit digg.com, read the essentials of investing, chat on gtalk/AIM, blog, practice my drawing skills, solve some crossword/sudoku puzzles, think about making money, think about evening/night plans, think about my future.
today i came across ingrid's xanga and it reminded me of how much i enjoy blogging. ingrid keeps her prose short, concise, and to the point. she isn't afraid to put herself out there with her ideas and her words, which i admire.
i remember browsing xangas a few years ago (its been a long while) and i came across a xanga that belonged to a college applicant. in a one-line entry, she wrote: 'i wish i could just give colleges my xanga url.' hah, ridiculous, i thought. but as a matter of fact, her entries were full of little gems of wisdom and insight. and it made sense. thus is the reason colleges use essays as a starting point to analyze and understand applicants. what is more revealing than a blog? anything well written will open doors into the writer's mind. and a blog just happens to be updated more often than an essay. i thought her wish is reasonable and should be considered. or maybe she should just take a few entries and call it an 'experimental' essay.
anyway, there was something in ingrid's xanga that inspired me to live a better life, to try harder to better myself, to not be afraid to say 'WHAT THE FUCK, boss?? that was MY muffin!', to think actively, to not live like a normal person going through the motions of life. alexey once said 'what is the purpose of living if you're not going to be outrageous? otherwise you're just taking up space.' go live life; go be ridiculous and fuck what other people think.
it also makes me miss writing in general. i feel that my muse comes and goes in random, unexpected spurts. sometimes, when i'm riding home on the 1 when its late, i would feel the need to put something on paper. sometimes, they are ridiculous thoughts, absurd pictures, or intriguing insights.
anyway. off to read ingrid's xanga.
-andy
Friday, June 8, 2007
the horrors of early morning work
every weekday i arrive to work at 900am. with some exceptions when i arrive at 930am. but usually its 9.
this is when my mind floats off work and onto random musings, like where i should take my friends tonight to get a fake id or what new bar i should visit. or sometimes i think of ideas to draw, but i haven't been able to draw anything without my notebook, which is in my bag, which is chilling in sam park's apartment as we speak.
i'm bored.
-andy
this is when my mind floats off work and onto random musings, like where i should take my friends tonight to get a fake id or what new bar i should visit. or sometimes i think of ideas to draw, but i haven't been able to draw anything without my notebook, which is in my bag, which is chilling in sam park's apartment as we speak.
i'm bored.
-andy
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
hello, world
and if you don't know, now you know...
this will be my sixth blog--one xanga, one livejournal, three blogspots, one googlepages--and it will hopefully chronicle my life in the fast paced-urban lifestyle of new york city. i will include some drawings (doodles, really) that i created in boredom, angst, frustration, happiness, curiosity.
this blog will be my creative outlet. i'll use this to record my thoughts on the world. everyday is a learning experience and everyday is an opportunity to grow as a person.
the first year of college has been quite an experience. i learned that people go to college not to learn things, but just to develop as a person: becoming more open minded, learning that there is a lot out there that you don't know, learning to cope with life, with experiences, with curveballs.
here is a short list of things i wish someone had told me before i came to nyu:
- save quarters: they are worth more than 25 cents as they are used for the laundry machine.
- the lack of clean socks and undewear indicates the need to do laundry.
- everybody is gifted, either with smarts, looks, talent, skills. everybody has a reason he/she is here.
- duane reade is a godsend. or anything else that is 24/7.
- expect people to be fucked up/drunk past 1am, especially at eating establishments.
- ordering out is as easy as breathing. can anybody say www.delivery.com ?
- nyc tap water is cleaner than most bottled water.
- there are too many people in the world for you to give a shit what they think about you. if you want to do anything, just do it.
- if you don't like anyone, you won't have to see him/her ever. college is not like high school where cliques form, but you can just be yourself and friends will form.
anyway, just wanted to start this.
-andy
this will be my sixth blog--one xanga, one livejournal, three blogspots, one googlepages--and it will hopefully chronicle my life in the fast paced-urban lifestyle of new york city. i will include some drawings (doodles, really) that i created in boredom, angst, frustration, happiness, curiosity.
this blog will be my creative outlet. i'll use this to record my thoughts on the world. everyday is a learning experience and everyday is an opportunity to grow as a person.
the first year of college has been quite an experience. i learned that people go to college not to learn things, but just to develop as a person: becoming more open minded, learning that there is a lot out there that you don't know, learning to cope with life, with experiences, with curveballs.
here is a short list of things i wish someone had told me before i came to nyu:
- save quarters: they are worth more than 25 cents as they are used for the laundry machine.
- the lack of clean socks and undewear indicates the need to do laundry.
- everybody is gifted, either with smarts, looks, talent, skills. everybody has a reason he/she is here.
- duane reade is a godsend. or anything else that is 24/7.
- expect people to be fucked up/drunk past 1am, especially at eating establishments.
- ordering out is as easy as breathing. can anybody say www.delivery.com ?
- nyc tap water is cleaner than most bottled water.
- there are too many people in the world for you to give a shit what they think about you. if you want to do anything, just do it.
- if you don't like anyone, you won't have to see him/her ever. college is not like high school where cliques form, but you can just be yourself and friends will form.
anyway, just wanted to start this.
-andy
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