Remember This?
Try and tell me this doesn’t still rock. Man, they don’t make educational cartoon sequences like this anymore … or at all.
I dunno why I thought of this.
a tale of life, music, movies & tv
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Try and tell me this doesn’t still rock. Man, they don’t make educational cartoon sequences like this anymore … or at all.
I dunno why I thought of this.
a tale of life, music, movies & tv
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My father calls me this morning at 8:00 to wish me happy birthday. Nothing wrong with that except the fact that I was sleeping. I’m always amazed at how fast I can spring from sleep when the phone rings.
But yes, I’m 27. With the day nearly 10.5 hours old, I don’t feel any different, yet when I look at the number 27, it feels so large. I’m officially in my late-twenties and one more year has passed where I get to reflect upon feeling like I’m behind schedule in my life and career. Plus I don’t recover from rugby with the same quickness. I think that marathon kinda messed me up.
I always get a bit moody on my birthdays. If you’ve been paying attention, you would have known that. (26, 25, 24, 23, 22, 21, 18)
And yes, I will get to updating this site shortly, I have two months worth of photos to catch up on. And yes, I’m planning some sort of dinner/party later this month. And yes, I’m terribly lazy at planning social events.
a tale of family, life
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This is the reason I still desire children…
a tale of music, movies & tv
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This is why the internet exists. Yes, I know I haven’t posted in a while.
a tale of internet & web, video games
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I usually watch the Super Bowl for the commercials, but this year we watched less of the commercials and more of the game. I suppose because it was the Giants, and because New England’s perfect season was on the line.
After many train rides and transfers, I arrived in Queens to meet with Keith and Chemda. The usual suspects were in attendance and all in all it was a good time. Although I have to re-assert that folks get way too loud when they are drunk. I mean, cmon.















a tale of New York, sports & rec
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That’s not a reference to some 19th century novel, a car actually hit our building. It jumped the curb and smashed into the wall right outside my window. In fact, it cracked Chris’s window and broke some of the concrete work on the outside.
The fire and police showed up in force and I, of course, took some pictures. It was after all a freak incident — just lucky no one was on the street at the time. Also, if the car had been a Mack truck, we’d likely be picking chrome out of our teeth at the mo.






a tale of New York, life
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With Laura and Alexis and the many adventures of being a young quasi-hipster in Williamsburg.






a tale of New York
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Ok, so it’s Johanna’s birthday, so what better way to celebrate than to attend a burlesque show and watch my little sister get slapped around by a naked chick. A good time was had by all.
Let me elaborate. We went down to Corio, a little establishment in SoHo, and watched the show. Not only did the show feature more skin than I expected, but also a lot more humour. The host, a cross-dressing lesbian named “Murray Hill”, had the audience entirely in stitches — even sober me!
We made it known fairly early that it was Johanna’s birthday and that the massive collection of well-dressed, good-looking young folks were her band. Eventually Johanna was asked to the stage to take a few smacks on the ass. Unfortunately I don’t have still photos of that, because I was shooting video (which I probably won’t post because it’s pretty explicit). These shots are mainly of Charles, who won an impromptu dance contest.







a tale of New York, dance & performing arts, family, the opposite sex
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I’m good for one or two family posts a year. Here on Christmas eve, we crammed into the family car and made the long drive to Elizabeth, NJ to visit our cousins, who somehow seem to be cloning themselves and ever multiplying! Cute kids.
And yet most of my pictures are of my mother’s little winter village that she erects every year around this season.















a tale of Maplewood/South Orange, family
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