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Resolutions

I thought that it might be a little cliche that I making a resolution, but I think its nice to know several million people are honestly making an effort to improve their lives. To that end, I wanted to share my sincere efforts for next year.

First, I want to contribute personally to a strong, socially open group of high quality people. I'm particularly glad that I've moved to Brooklyn to start this endeavor.

Second, I want to make more people smile and feel at home in my presence.That they can be free and more innocent with me. Just so we can feel more joyful together. Help men find their mission and women to find their radiance.

Third, create a financial endeavor that intrigues and challenges me.

Fourth, become physically fit. So much so that my body moves with ease.

Fifth, master my pranic energy so I have flow and glow.

Sixth, tithe.

That seems like quite a hefty list for now. I hope that you have some wonderful goals set for yourself. And have some peace in your life!

posted by Mitesh @ 12:58 PM Your Musings: 0

The Octopus Project

Through the hapless internet surfings of the day, I happened upon a small magazine called "Impose Magazine". (Personally I think they should change their name to Impose, but whatever.) Here's a little description from their MySpace Profile.*

"And if you think we're cool, well, you're wrong. We're the nerds of this music magazine business. We like music for the sake of liking music. If you can listen to a metal album after a hip-hop album, after an indie-rock album, after a punk album, after a country album, after a dance album, after a hardcore album, but before a jazz record, then we're the mag for you. We also rock it old-skool, DIY style. We know it's becoming increasing popular to "sell-out," but we're more into being poor and giving away our services. That's right we're free."

Ummm... sound delicious doesn't it.


On the cover of this month's magazine, was "The (International) Noise Conspiracy" (listen here). See how I put that picture. Right there? Huh? Pretty cool. They're one of my favorite bands. If you've heard them, check out "Refused". Somehow related to TINC.

If you look really close, you'll see "The Octopus Project".
THE OCTOPUS PROJECT! WTF?!?!?

I saw these guys at The Proletariat in Houston about three years ago. They rocked. I've got their sticker plastered on my bumper. And when ever anyone asks me, "Whose the Octopus Project" I have to say "They rock!" No more, no less.

Well now I say more.
They rock the casbah.
Bullshit you say?
Well listen to them and lay garlands and praise at their aural feet! If you dare.


Seriously, I really enjoy these guys. They all switch up instruments. There's only three of 'em (one is a cute chick.) They play all sorts of different instruments. There's different movements within the music. It's hypnotic and captivating. I hope you give a listen. This is what type of hell bent melodies spring forth from that rocking city known as Austin, TX.

I look forward to reading more from "Impose". I think they'll have a lot of interesting suggestions that I won't have the time or money to follow up on. Maybe I'll talk about Juxtapoz soon and how I found some of my favorite artists in there. Tomorrow I'll share with you my New Year's resolutions. At least the ones I want public.


*This whole MySpace thing is like crack. SuperCrack for crack babies. Crack for crack babies that were incubated in supercrackified embryoic fluids. God I love crack. And crack loves me.

posted by Mitesh @ 1:28 PM Your Musings: 0

Thank you

When I write this blog, I assume that no one is reading. I was humbly reminded that people do read this. I'm truly grateful. Thank you.

Mitesh

posted by Mitesh @ 2:05 AM Your Musings: 0

Cute!

I haven't posted anything awe inspiringly cute recenty. So here you go!

posted by Mitesh @ 2:06 PM Your Musings: 0

Brotherhood of Men

I was watching "Lord of the Rings" yesterday. When they flashed to a scene where Sam was showing compassion for Frodo.


This happens several times throughout the fim. The ring is quite a burden for anyone. It even tempts men of twice his size and stature. Sam has a genuine concern for his safety. Its a true bond of brothers. They work together to accomplish a larger than life task. And yet, whenever there's a show genuine affection, so many people assumes they must be gay!

Whatever happened to real brotherhoods? We never see men working together with real endearment. It's kind of silly if you ask me. I remember I was maybe 13 years old at scout camp. Some shit went down. I'm not sure what happened. But I took the time to comfort an 11 year old the only way a 13 year old knew how. It was genuine feeling because he suffered. Real affection. But not sexual.

The brotherhoods we have now are terribly weak. Frats, Boy Scouts, gangs? These are all distorted forms of brotherhood. We always find corrupted versions of initiation because its based on humiliation. Initiations always have a form of darkness followed by an initiation into light and hope. But we don't have these.



*"The moon tells me a secret - my confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own"
From "Reflection" by Tool

Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
From "Imagine" by John Lennon

Mitesh

posted by Mitesh @ 2:10 PM Your Musings: 0

Women as Inspiration

"A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes."

- Clare Boothe Luce

Through the life of a man, from childhood to adulthood, several women pass through it. First there is your mother, then sisters, peers, some loves and your wife. This is about your wife.

Your wife has one purpose for you in your life. She inspires. Her innocence, her gentle femininity is her gift to you. Yes women have the strength and gall to be CEOs and men have the sensitivity to change diapers and cook a meal; but her femininity will always outshine the most feminine of men.

Her willingness to hand herself over to you and your vision takes a strength that the average man just doesn't know about. Have you ever watched a couple, deeply in love, demonstrate a seamlessly, silent rapport? They can gesture with slight movements of the eyes or a simple turn of the hand to communicate how they feel. And smiles always seal the moment. It's quite beautiful. Those moments show they've found something deeper to share with each other. In these moments, she trusts you enough to flow with you.

 

Her beauty is an inspiration for change. In her eyes we find a simple abode that reminds me of distant memories. In those moments I remember what I fight for and the world I want to craft.

And then there are those moments where you betray her trust or she doesn't inspire you. The two are not husband and wife anymore, but enemies.

 

Share your vision. Share your depth. Share your scars. But make her earn those and teach her to heal. Teach her to inspire. If she no longer inspires, either deepen her or distant her. I hope, in deepest places of my heart, that we all have a woman that inspires our spirit to change the world. Peace be with you.

posted by Mitesh @ 2:12 PM Your Musings: 0

Socially Awkward

I went to the gym yesterday for a little sauna session. All I wanted to do was sit in the sauna with my book and read. To my dismay, an older gentleman had snagged the seat with the best lighting. But no worries, I was still bent on reading my book.

Only ten words in to how I can DHV people was I politely interupted with "What kind of book are you reading?" Not really sure what that meant and not too willing to answer, I answered "Nonfiction." So if you know, I can be a jerk... a lot. Not that I want to be rude, but I really just wanted to read my book. Besides two guys wrapped in towels, sweating profusely isn't a normal situation for conversation. So I quickly answered and buried my nose into the book.


"I like to read books too." His statement was spiced with the accent of a middle Easterner. "I have never once in my life finished a book. But I have learned something, you must always keep on learning. Is that the point, yes?" Now I wasn't a jerk at this point because I politely listened and even carried on a whimsical conversation with him, if only for a moment. Then at the first sign of a break I was quick to leaf through my book again.

And then he did something that few people even have the gall to do. He said "It is to me surprising that the book, when I having a talk with you, is more important, yes?" And I thought, shit... this guy just called me out. I perked up, looked at him and set aside my book. Now his fortright comment caught my attention.


We carried on a conversation for what seemed like ten minutes. Another person came in and out during the conversation. But it got me thinking. Yeah this guy was nice. But that just wasn't enough for me to turn over my attention. Besides, I had be salivating over this book all day, waiting to turn page after page. At this point the book had more value to me. Until he called me out. A book will still be there, this man may have something to offer me. May is the key word. He may have more value. Until he ponied up a strong, but relevent comment, he actually didn't demonstrate higher value than the book. Which at this point meant a lot to me. The conversation didn't really mean too much to me in the end; he even gave me his name, but I have nothing to link his name to, so I can't remember him. Call me shallow, but its what happened.

Maybe I'll see him around again and I'll politely listen. Or maybe I'll steer the conversation in the direction I want and we can both learn something. Hell, if we become friends, we might start a band.



Alright... I started writing this about 3 hours ago before a senior engineer invited me and a handful of other into his office to smoke cigars and drinking beers and some whiskey. This job is awesome.

posted by Mitesh @ 2:12 PM Your Musings: 0

To Be Seen or to be a Success

I was thinking today, which is more important to me? To be noticed or to fulfill my mission. And it has to be the latter. I would die to see my mission fulfilled. Even if I don't do it myself. I just hope I can share it with someone.

Have wonderful day and happy holidays!

Mitesh :)

posted by Mitesh @ 2:14 PM Your Musings: 0

Howard Stern's Last Day On Terrestrial Radio

You probably know that Howard Stern is moving to Sirius radio. Today was his last day and in poor weather and the looming possibility of a strike there was still quite a crowd to greet and escort Stern to his new home.

There was nothing particularly special about any of the speeches, including Howard's. They were all pretty much standard run of the mill stuff, except for Artie. Artie was on MadTV, got drunk and kicked off. I posted a little something that addressed Artie a little earlier this week. Artie is a long time fan of the Stern show so he feels particularly blessed to be on the show.

He addressed the fans not as someone in the industry, but as a Representative of the fans. Screaming at the top of his lungs he express his gratitude to the fans and his love for the show. The audience seemed to understand the sincerity and depth of the bond. He really knew how to capture the love of the crowd. Plus he was drunk... And asked the crowd to pass him up a Vicodin.

So to Howard, Robbin, Fred, Gary and Artie... Good luck at the new home. I look forward to hearing all the antics, dirty jokes, racist comments* and drunk Scores girls. VODKA... STRAIGHT UP! THANK YOUUUUUUUU!!!!

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posted by Mitesh @ 2:15 PM Your Musings: 0

That's Really Wierd

I have some admiration for Dov Charney, but maybe he's just a weirdo. This comic was actually what inspired me to write that post. See if you can find what American Apparel inspired them to change?

posted by Mitesh @ 2:22 AM Your Musings: 0

Blessings, Luck and FUN!

I want to try something. Are you game?

I want you to pick a number between 1 and 10...

I was thinking about luck recently and the Sufis have a saying:
"If you want young people to learn how to deal well with life, have them associate with lucky people."

Do you still have that number in your head.... hold in you mind.

How many lucky people do you know? Especially when you were a teenager?

Believing you are lucky and blessed is such a powerful motivation for approaching the world. I don't know how many people believe they are lucky or blessed, but its funny because when you meet someone who truly believes they are blessed*, you can feel it. Depending on your own maturity, you either hate or love them.

Hold the number in your mind... see it clearly there.

There's an Indian saying
"If you want something, bless it."

So feel blessed. There are people in the world who really want you to be blessed.

Oh that number... it's seven.

For some odd reason if I short circuited your rational mind then the subconscious has a natural tendency to levitate to the number seven. At least that's my guess. We all know that people consider the number seven lucky:

• Seven whole notes in a scale
• Human short term memory of 7 plus or minus 2
• The seed of life has seven circles
• Seven minute abs
• Seven days of the week
• Seven chakras

So why in the world would I bring up numerology in a little thing about luck? Well, in Tantric Numerology, seven represents the aura. The aura is a electro-magnetic protective shield. Personally I can't prove or disprove the idea of an aura. But you ever notice when someone with a strong sense of self walks into a room, the air in the room changes. Hell, even when someone is really depressed they suck away the energy of a room?

Any case, the stronger your aura is the more present you are. The more present you are, the more aware other people will be of you. If your have a commanding presence, certain people will want to serve you.

So seven might be a magical number. Then again maybe Three is the Magic Number.*

So have a blessed day. And one thing before you leave real quick... pick a number between one and four...don't think...say it. What is it?

Peace out!

*If you believe you are blessed and good things start to happen to you, when do you know you are blessed?

* The Blind Melons do this song really well.

"When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all your thoughts break their bounds. Your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction and you find yourself in a new, great and wonderful world. Dormant forces, faculties and talents become alive, and you discover yourself to be a greater person than you ever dreamed yourself to be". - Patanjali

posted by Mitesh @ 2:24 PM Your Musings: 0

You ever notice

You ever notice that when you feel alive, you don't compare yourself with others? Everything just seems to flow.

posted by Mitesh @ 2:25 PM Your Musings: 0

A Challenge

I've been reading quite a bit about what makes people successful. One shared trait is successful people don't allow negative thoughts into their life. Nothing like "I can't", "Not me", or "I'm a failure." More so they don't even use wishy washy language: "I guess", "I hope", "I don't know if I can". It's all do or do not. The decision is clear.

So for the next seven days I will filter out all negatives from my stream of consciousness. Furthermore, I won't share negativity with others. Only positivity and neutrality. This is simple but very difficult to do. It takes quite a bit of awareness, patience and forgiveness.

Peace out!

Update: I actually started this on 12-11, but here are my realizations. First, I have a large amount of negativity that snakes it's way into my life. Certain things I think I desereve, I notice my body has a tense, negative reaction to. Secondly, it's really cool. I've got a smile on my face most of the day and I enjoy being with other positive people.

posted by Mitesh @ 3:10 PM Your Musings: 0

Homophobia, pride, manhood and legacy

One of the milestones I look forward to in life is having a son and unearthing his manhood. No, not like that sicko! I want to, at the age of puberty, have him intimately become aware of the raw masculine energies and how these will serve him to fulfill his own vision.

I don't want my son to be cold hearted or a jerk like we find in high school. But I want him to self-aware, determined and strong. I want him to know his own strength through his silence and presence. These are, in my opinion, the basis of masculine energy.* He has to be able to perform the 3Ps: protect, provide and procreate. Then there's an assortment of feminine traits I think he has to have as well. But that's a different topic all together.

The 3Ps listed above are essential to being a man. Protect those you care for from the things that really threaten you. I'd hope most people would learn to charm these threats and win them as allies rather than destroy them, but if push comes to shove, so be it.

As each of us grows and matures, our needs become more amorphous and more internally based. At first we require the basics: food, shelter and water. Easy enough. But as we grow we need more psychological, intellectual and emotional substance. A fully aware man knows where to mine these gems and can even teach others how to secure it for themselves.

Finally procreation. This is more than woman and man in copulation. But it is important. Rather, it is being able to dance with all feminine energies from the moon to a though that keeps you awake at night. There are ways to move and penetrate these energies with your own determination and presence. Dancing with these energies allow for balance within a masculine man.

So why this long winded introduction? On the way to work I listen to Howard Stern. He makes me laugh and he cares about the people who are close to him. But there was an archived segment where Artie was being taken out by guys from Queer Eye. Artie happens to be a gambling, drinking long shoreman turned comedian from Jersey. Not necessarily your most open minded of individuals. In the segment he's tremendously homophobic and yet charmingly funny at the same time, but he was also drunk off his ass.

This got me thinking a bit about high school and how people are so worried about being called a fag. It sucks to be label that. It's terribly emasculating. So then I thought, "How would I feel if my son sexually enjoys men?" Personally, I'd consider myself a failure to evoke his masculine essence, at least 1/3 of it.

That, by the way, is my first gut reaction. More important than anything else to me, is he happy and serving his vision in life. Besides creating a genetic legacy, my first glance it would seem that not mating with women is a problem with the 3Ps. But if he's gay and it's a sincere and natural expression of his truest nature then a form of procreation will manifest. And I may not know how it does, I just need to have the openness and awareness to nurture it. So even if my lineage is passed on through my genetics, my memes will be. And unless your genes can encode your memes it means very little to me.

I hope if my son is gay, that I won't be phased because I have taught him to be a man. Rather, if I've done my job, his attraction to men is a sincere and natural expression of his infinite nature and I will be simply overjoyed to know that he has the courage and trust to share this with me.

Mitesh

PS... If the Sacred Geometry work above intrigues you, there's an interesting discussion of it in The Ancient Secret of the Flower of Life Vol 2.

* David Deida reviews the difference between masculine and feminine essences here.

posted by Mitesh @ 2:29 PM Your Musings: 0

Celebration

Today I woke up and felt like celebrating. It's not that there's something special other that its today. Today is special and I wanted to share that with you.

"Celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing."
-- Tool from the hymn "Parabola"

Ahhhhh.... That was nice. I'm starting to celebrate more. Everyday and every interaction yearns to be a celebration. Can I be the best person I can be today? I have a deep sense that my goal in life, my worship in life, is through celebration. I hope you can join me in this.

Sometimes I get so caught up in life that I forget my own mortality. That I have a finite time in this body and on this earth. That every moment, every chance I want to fill with the best possible interaction. I don't want mediocrity or boredom. If someone asks me "Are you happy." I hope to never again respond "I don't know. I guess." A simple knowing yes will do.

Life is abundant. There is so much life around me. And I love choosing it over and over again. Life is beautiful, crazy and soooo much more. I hope we can share some joy today.

Celebrate.

posted by Mitesh @ 3:13 PM Your Musings: 0

<Geek_On_This> Movies

I've started a little thread called <Geek_On_This>. This is for the weird things that really capture my attention and I really have to share. My inaugural <Geek_On_This> post is about movies.

Not just any movie. Not just one type of movie. But a lot of movies. On the cheap.

God only knows what mushroom induced trip inspired this insane offer, but I'm content in knowing that it exists. Where else will you find the Fury that is Kung Fu packaged together with an Explosion of Ninjas.

<Psst.. I will kick you in the head when you're not looking>

This is more than just a deal... it's more than a steal. It like when it starts raining pancakes. Yes it is that good with syrup on top. I think several children were sacrificed some esoteric evil deity in order for this much goodness to be packaged together. Seriously! 50 DVDs of absolute ninja kicking, kung fu-ing crap! Only $25! Needless to say, this will be purchased. Unless, some random benevolent soul decides to bite the bullet and purchase it for me. <Achem!> I can only watched each one once. On the level, how many times can you really watch this? How many could anyone really get through?

Well that's pretty much the first <Geek_On_This>. I don't promise there'll be any more, but if there are, enjoy!

Oh! One last thing on the crazy Martial Arts box set. Unfortunately, at this time there is no Chuck Norris videos included. It seems that he karate chopped himself out of the master disc. How saddening. He's been know to do things like that on occasion.

posted by Mitesh @ 3:14 PM Your Musings: 0

I'm a Winner!

I have just been informed, despite the incalculable odds against me, that I have won the following... CLICK HERE.

InBubbleWrap is a pretty interesting website especially if you're familiar with Woot. You just don't have to pay for anything. I don't know how they make money and I don't care. Just as long as they don't spam me. Which they don't. <PHEW!>

In other news for winners, I honored to mentioned that someone has won the office football pool. Again. This time getting 15 out of 16 picks. I rule!

Be a winner... NOW!

posted by Mitesh @ 3:13 PM Your Musings: 0

Dov Charney Is Don Swarmy

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
- Friedrich Nietzsche

American Apparel (AA) has been making a splash in the clothing industry over the last few years. And at the forefront is Dov Charney. Dov plays vital role in AA being sexy, alluring and ingenious. I have so many mixed feelings about this madman that it makes a little mad thinking about it. Maybe it just that he's a genius.

When I visited the NYC American Apparel store on Lexington I was expecting something... more. I had handled a select few AA products. I had read a small mountain of work on their ethos and their marketing panache. No logo, little advertisement... all word of mouth. I knew his highly sexual nature and his penchant for off the wall antics. All of which I applaud.

My first impression to the ultra-hip store was basic nonchalance. I wasn't swayed one way or another. I swaggered through the store making note of the little things. It was well presented. Not like the prom queens of Dolce and Gabanna, but more like the little picnic dinner like mom so thought fully prepared. It wasn't fancy or overly pretentious. At least at first glance.

I think the first thing that really jumped out at me was the 1960s porn magazine covers. Nothing too fancy. It was a celebration of sexuality in its rawest form. No airbrushing. No fake tits. Nothing more complicated than simple fantasies. This is a personal hot button for me. I love it when something's raw. Its alluring and intimidating. Like that old factory your friend lives in. Broken windows and floors still scarred from heavy loads being pushed around. It's raw, but genuine. But that's when my allure with AA started to fall apart.

I expected more from them. I wanted everything to be a little grittier. And nothing was cutting it. The clothes lacked that yearning to be lived in. The people were youthful. Not necessarily sexual; only as attractive as youthfulness will allow. Behind the raw images lay a well placed, all too polished structure. Even the brushed metal clothing racks bothered me now. It wasn't who AA was suppose to be. They were hypocrites at that moment. They betrayed their raw, fleshy persona. They took pride in this. It wasn't like some saint taking up the clohes of a pauper. It was just betrayal.

I don't mind the raw sexuality Dov promotes. I've never really cared for what most people try to pass off as sexy. You know, the ultra-refined bar girl who surprising lacks all sense of self respect. I expect women, men, children, people to lack in some area of their life. It really makes them human. But when they try to paint over their cracks with some thinly placed paint, that's really annoying.

I guess what I see is the reverse in AA. Yes, we're naked. We're chubby. We're raw. We're human. And then not everything in his stores revels in that. He bitch slaps me when he has a polished look to it. Now its just dirty.

This by no means takes away from Dov's genius. It doesn't take a genius to know sex sells. He's a genius for a return to the grittiness of sexuality. And his genius is rooted in his sexuality. Some how I wanted to talk about how genius and sexuality are connected and they are. I just don't know if I'm capable of doing it. But there's so much more to sex than what Dov or Madison Ave. have to offer.

"Sex energy is the creative energy of all geniuses. There never has been, and never will be a great leader, builder, or artist lacking in this driving force of sex."
- Napoleon Hill

Peace all!

posted by Mitesh @ 3:16 PM Your Musings: 0

Not Blogging?!

Sorry I haven't written in a little while... To tide over the insatiable masses I provide you with the following link. You will be overjoyed! You will be delighted! You will be terrified...

http://www.gothamist.com/archives/2005/12/04/sunday_afternoo.php

posted by Mitesh @ 3:22 PM Your Musings: 0

The Perils of Boxed Wine

I worked at a small charming WholeFood Market in Houston in December of 2002 after being unemployed for one year. Almost to day! At this point, I'd already gotten to know a handful of people who worked at the store and been hanging out with them for several months. So I decided, why not work there.

Around the same time all twenty something year olds start to get the same thought. What am I doing for New Years Eve? Well... that year, I solved that problem. I decided to throw a party.

If there's one thing I miss about my WholeFoods crew is they knew how to have a good time. Keg+2 DJs+50 raucous people = Good time... Period. Newton proved in the 1600s.

The night started of pretty uneventfully... around 10:30 a fair amount of people started showing up. Everyone eager to get the night started with a bang. Unfortunately, that also seemed to mean bringing me a bottle of alcohol as well. I had a half empty bottle of Captain Morgan® Parrot Bay coconut rum sitting in my bar a year later.

Then walked in Bode. Let me tell you a bit about John. Bode's a 6'2" lanky red haired 21 y/o who loved to cook, skate and chill. Despite his propensity for chilling, he knew when and how to party. He hailed from East Texas and knew people that christened the Shampoo Stick (another story for another time.) Every time I'd see Bode he'd tell me something about a new trick he's working on or how he eat some concrete pretty hard last week. Now I'm not much of skater, but we both love Metal and would enjoy Playstation sessions backdropped by Seplutura, Slayer and Clutch.

So in walks Bode with a five liter box of wine greedily clutched in his paw. "What's going on Bode?" ... Without missing a beat, he turns to the room, raises high his box of wine and with militant gusto screams "We're gonna get drunk tonight!" Everyone responded with agreement and the party was on!

This wine was no ordinary wine. Boxes and wine were really two separate things back in ancient Rome. Believe me, I've been there. This alchemical creation of boxes and wine is of the unholy kind. And this particular box of wine was the unholiest of the unholy. It poured a vibrant hot pink color. Not slightly pink like "Oh, his shirt's kind of gay." No. It was totally flaming. It's that color pink that cute punk girl dyed her hair when you were in high school. It's the color pink that could only drape a broken man dressed in an elephant costume designed to entertain small, incoherent children. This pink was toxic. It burned my eyes and soul.

Being the host of the party, I let Bode go on his way and I attended to other party needs like tapping the keg, getting a drink or two for the DJ and ritualistically burning a piece of art for the sanity of an artist. All in all, a rather tame party. By one thirty most people were rather toasted. And all them were being graciously entertained by none other than Bode.

John was clumsily propped on the banister leading everyone in song and revelry when I happened to first catch a glimpse. Happily performing I didn't bother him. "Mitesh! MITESH!!!!!!"... "John... Loved the song!" ... "Mitesh... Let me ... let me show you how much I've drunk!" At this point I noticed that the box of wine suspiciously lacked a box. This is how evil boxed wine is! All he held was an almost empty plastic bag with a spout in one corner. "Look!"... He had definitely an entire bag of wine not through any conventional means. You know, pouring it into a drinking container like a cup or mug. Rather he suspended it high about his head, face turned up, mouth gaping wide. Then he turned the knob on the spout which poured volumes of pink liquid. "There's another bag in your freezer!" At this point I was happy to know he only drank 2.5 liters. Five is right out.

If I know anything about John is that he's a champ. I've only seen him throw up once and it wasn't that night. He continued to enjoy the party as Tommy and Veronica helped him in his festive ways. I don't know when John left. But a few days later, playing some dominoes with Tommy and Wayne that second bag of evil wine showed up.

Lessoned learned... Never, ever drink boxed wine.

Peace out!

"And the Lord spake, saying, "First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it. "

posted by Mitesh @ 3:23 PM Your Musings: 0

Oh what a wonderful day!

I DON'T HAVE TO LIVE WITH MY PARENTS ANYMORE!

I'll be taking the place of an old CMU friend in a picturesque brownstone located in Fort Greene Brooklyn. Fort Greene is a beautiful part of Brooklyn that's been recently gentrified/restored. It doesn't have all the pretentious hipsters of Williamsburg nor does it have the suburban air of Park Slope.

It's been about a year and a half since I moved back to my parents' house in July '04. I had lived in Houston, TX working as a software developer, baker, a delinquent, a yogi and dilettante. Good times.

Since I moved back, I knew I wanted to live in Brooklyn because of its quirky attitude, chill atmosphere and propensity for everything that's a little weird. It's not like the Village or SOHO or the Upper East Side, each very interesting in their own right. The NY Observer did an interesting piece on Brooklyn called "Welcome to Schnooklyn", basically noting that people have an interesting love affair with this boro.

I look forward to shopping at the Co-Op, drinking at Brooklyn Brewery, walking through Prospect Park, watching skaters in Williamsburg, eating spicy Jamaican food in Flatbush and watching people scarf down hundreds of hot dogs at professional speeds in Coney Island. That's just the beginning.

I know you've all been waiting for... What does my place look like with Google Earth? Well here it is:

More impressive is looking the age of the surrounding buildings.

My brownstone was recently restored and is listed as younger than 5 years old, but the surrounding brownstones were built between 1850 and 1925. I can just taste all that history!

Now that I've shown you where I live, please don't stalk me... well, unless you're intelligent, cute and female (No Scott, you can't stalk me.)

I look forward to moving and I can't wait for you to visit me. I think the best part about this place is, I don't have to live with my parents anymore!

Mitesh

PS... There's a picture of a kute kitty on my blog! k?!

posted by Mitesh @ 3:25 PM Your Musings: 0