Thursday, July 22, 2004

14 Street In Manhattan

There is so many things that you can find on 14 Street in Manhattan.  Granted that I live on that particular street does not mean that I am biased.  Common sense dictates I say something about this. 
 
The street sliced through Chelsea, Union Square, Gramercy Park and East Village.  So you get to see diversity from all walks of life on this particular street.  At 4:30 AM in the morning, you will not be able to walk on an empty sidewalk on this particular street.  Impossible.  There is always someone else on the sidewalk.  If not, I will personally eat my ears.  At 4:30 PM during the rush hours, the street is filled with people.  Poor, rich, ugly, beautiful, black, white, purple, green ... you get the picture.  It is always interesting.
 
In Chelsea, you get to see pretty "bois" walking around as if they were granted the diva status by God.  IN general, they are disgusting people to befriend because their main topics of conversations were crystal meth, abercrombie & fitch clothes, and who's hot?  Of course, I exaggerated on this subject, really.  But generally, I'm not fond of Chelsea boys, they tire me out much faster than Graystorm can.  So I say SYL to them.
 
In Union Square, a square that was named after the first union that picketed against some company -- according to some information that I read around the Union Square, several people were killed during the first union protest in this particular area.  Today, it is beautiful square filled with lots of wacky people.  Sometimes you get to see a person using bullhorn to rant against Israel, Palestine, Bush, or even against Graystorm.  In fact, you can rant against anything else, really.  Some fellas wanted to show off by doing some dances, skateboarding moves ... they do it at Union Square for others to watch. 
 
Plenty of food and stuff to purchase -- the coolest thing about Union Square is that during the springtime, you get to sit on a park bench and watch people go by.  It is always refreshing to watch people walk fast, slow, limp, skating or whatever they do.  In the Holidays, they set up many tents to sell cheap stuff to purchase for the Holidays, I was impressed with the stuff that they sell. 
 
As for East Village, lots of ruff-raff types down the street that always make me smile.  People can be so funny, when they wanted to.  For instance, on 14 Street and Avenue C, there is ConEd Power Plant.  Lots of men are tough-looking guys.  They are truly macho and I always felt awkward around them.  They stared at me as if "who's that guy over there?  Is he newbie around here?  But I have seen the way they sat and ate lunch at Dynasty Restaurant on the corner of 14 Street and Avenue B, these macho-looking guys can be sweet and flirtatious towards gay men who operated the restaurant. 
 
From the end of 14 Street by Hudson River to the end of 14 Street by East River, it takes about an hour and half of walk, should you not stop by any store or gawk at fellas in Chelsea or Union Square. 
 
I think it is safe to say that this particular street has more diversity than any place in the Midwest.
 
It probably has coolest stores that you cannot find it in Indianapolis or Cincinnati.  ;-)
 
Ahh, time to walk down the street to my palace.
 
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Texans Really Suck, Don't They?

Thanks to Dylan for the email. 

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The U.S. Postal Service issued a George W. Bush stamp.   It soon discovered that the stamps were not sticking to envelopes, so it established a commission to investigate the matter.   The commission reported the following findings:
 
1.    The stamps met all regulations.
2.    Nothing was wrong with the adhesive.
3.    People were just spitting on the wrong side.


 
On other hand, I read the papers that Lance Armstrong, himself a Texan, complained that French and Germans were heckling, spitting and insulting at Lance when he biked through the Alps.  I'm like, "HELLO!  You're a typical pig shit of American culture!  You're from Texas!  You are aiming for 6th title in a row!  You call yourself a lucky one when you survived the Testicular Cancer, please!  You did not have a luck, you simply had a money to get the best help you can get while Temby did not!  You little dofus bag, you're from Texas where Bush came from -- it is bound to expect some insults and few spits in your face in a place that nobody likes Bush."
 
Texans!  I'm in favor to sell Texas back to Mexico if GW Bush ever wins the election.
 
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Tuesday, July 20, 2004

Remember The Cuddle Party?

I got a response and probably will respond accordingly.  :-)
 
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Amusing Thoughts For Your Own

This is the editorial that I found in NY POST and I find it very amusing -- have fun reading this! 

1.  Public Toilet Triumph

My opinion?  Read the article, 'nuff said.
 
Now on the second part, I discovered the article about the investigation by POST about a billionaire's son who is gay, he operated S&M sex club called The Winter Palace in his penthouse in Gramercy Park which is not far from my apartment.   As of now, the NYPD is being involved in the investigation about this illicit activity.
 
But that is not the fun part -- read the gay son's rantings on his website.  I had to laugh.
 
2.  Cops Probe Condo 'Sex Club'
 
When you're done, head to this!
 
2.  The Winter Palace
 
Have fun reading,
 
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Can't Live With Them, Can't Live Without Them!

I never liked Dan & Ron.  It is evident, though.  But initially, when I first moved in, I had to pay my share of the rent to Dan & Ron until January.  My landlady said that I have to pay her directly, not through Dan & Ron.  I was puzzled but as long as she is the Landlady, fine with me. 
 
When I moved out last May, the landlady asked me this question:  "I'm sure you paid your rent last December?"  I nodded and asked her why?  She said Dan & Ron told them that I did not.  She figured that they were lying. 
 
Ahh.  Did I mention that Dan & Ron are hearing? 
 
On other coast in Oregon, a friend of mine paid the rent and utilities bills.  And never complained that the utilities increased.  Until the fateful day, my friend brought an interpreter who overheard the two hearing roommates who said, "Let's just tell [deaf guy] that the bills are up again this month, so that we can save our rent and have our fun!" 
 
Suffice to say, my friend moved out.
 
Hearies.  Can't live with them, can't live without them.
 
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Thavith, Jonathan & My Wrath

Remember Thavith?  He emailed me today to ask whether if I have a room for him to stay for few days. 
 
That is a dilemma.  Jonathan is arriving tonight from the District.  I like Jonathan.   Only time will tell whether if I can have one of them.  Thavith is probably a long shot because he is an international traveller in promoting his Judaism.  Whereas, Jonathan is more into me.
 
Easy decision?  But feelings are bit harder to deal with.
 
Don't you guys think Lance Armstrong looks like a gay guy?  The posters of him in NYC called "The Age of Cyclysm" with Lance staring out.  It strikes me as ... so gay.  His body language, his posture -- never mind him kissing his girlfriend when he conveniently brought her in front of the media.  He is so gay. 
 
I'm furious at Dan & Ron, my former roommates in Brooklyn.  Last night, I was cleaning the videotapes, I was looking for three women's basketball games, mainly Virginia vs.  Tennessee in '95, '96 and '01.  It was erased, I was stunned.  I looked at what is on the tape -- apparently, three hockey games were recorded on my favorite games.  Judging the dates, it was evident that it was done with malice.  Because they knew it was my favorite games and it was recorded last January.
 
Dan & Ron are two fattest, ugliest fags who are committed to each other.  Dan is about 5'10, 300 lbs.  Ron is 5'8, 350 lbs with a limping leg.  It was always gross to see them kiss each other. 
 
Both tried to audition for some plays in New York but failed to succeed (Dan & Ron, it is because you are so fat and ugly -- why do you think your couch & bed does not have legs?), so they left for Las Vegas, trying to audition at some shows.  Dan & Ron, if I see you in Las Vegas when I am visiting Jess or Chlms, be very afraid.
 
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I Cannot Help It If I Smile On This ... So Will You!

Reading the newspaper is something that I learned from my father.  He always said that I needed to read to empower myself about what is happening around me, my town, my state, my country and my world. 
 
Sometimes, I get amused at how things were being said.
 
Today is no exception, I was reading an article about the stubborn wildfire that continues to consume Santa Clarita Mountains in the northern part of Los Angeles.  I plucked an excerpt from the article:
Although no houses have been lost, nearly 1,600 homes have been evacuated since the fire began Saturday. It was ignited when a red-tailed hawk flew into a power line, was electrocuted and its flaming body fell into brush.
 
If I was there, I'd be stunned and chuckled at the sight of flaming hawk descending into the ground.  But again, I probably will be burnt to death as well since it was the one that caused the wildfires in the region.
 
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