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Tuesday, September 30, 2003 untasty I am suddenly hearing a resurgence of weight-obsessed women raving about Tasti D-Lite, the sweet-toothed anorexic girl's mecca. I remember it came out around the time I was in high school and always sort of freaked me out. 10 calories per ounce for an ice-cream type thing just seems wrong. Full of chemicals and artificial flavors I bet. Although it tastes okay, it has a strange, synthetic fluffiness to it. So now it's all the rage with the chicks in this office where I am working and is frequently a lunch substitute for them. This enables them to appear naturally svelte and to talk about food all the time like anorexic chicks always do. I am so sick of hearing about this crap. "Oh, I loooove Tasti-D-Lite"... Then, last night I was reading the NY Press "Best of Manhattan" issue on the way home from class and one of the entries was about guess what? Tasti-D-Lite. They were making fun of the lame, bone-thin NYU girls who gather around the Tasti-D-Lite near campus each night. Ha ha ha. Tuesday, September 23, 2003 all that and a pile of napkins I'm at new temporary job where I'm building a website for this company that rents private jet space to the rich folk. Everything is allright here. Everyone seems very nice and there's enough semi-interesting work to keep me from having office-hell-panic. I have 2 computers here, a Mac and a PC and no soft, plushy wrist rests for either one so I am instead using a pile of napkins. The girl who sits next to me went to Teterboro to meet Kelly Ripa and her husband. Wanna rent a jet? Wednesday, September 17, 2003 planetary Mars and Mercury are no longer retrograde. Yay! According my Rob Brezhny horoscope (www.freewillastrology.com) "the expansive planet Jupiter is cruising through my astrological House of Extravagant Self-Expression", whichever house that may be. drunkey Drunkey is my nickname for our super who has alcohol on his breath by 10am each day and never ever comes through on his promises to fix things, regardless of how critical these things are. I wish I was inclined to write more fun or poetic things in this blog right now but c'est la vie. Right now we have no electricity in the only outlet in our bedroom and each time we plug something in, the plug and the outlet soon turn black with burn marks and stop conducting electricity. I start my new job on Friday and it would be great if I could plug in my alarm clock. The building manager confronted Drunkey yesterday and then came by with him. Rahmin said Drunkey seemed very stressed and was manically promising to come by and fix it today (he was originally supposed to fix it last Thursday which turned into last Friday which turned into Monday and now it's Wednesday). There have been many similar incidents with Drunkey in the year we've lived here and everyone else in this building whom I have spoken to about him feels the same way. Finally, yesterday I got the building manager's boss on the phone and spilled all the beans about Drunkey's bad habits. This was a desperate effort, as all the kinder, gentler tactics I have tried have yielded no improvement. I even went so far as to suggest that she get rid of him and get a new super and now I'm worried that Drunkey's going to try to kill us or something. Paranoia. Tuesday, September 16, 2003 cats and bears Awhile back, as a semi-drunken joke, my sister, Josch and I created a friendster profile for Polly, my cat, which mentions how she loves to knead my teddy bear, Teddy. Recently Polly received a friendster email from another Teddy bear named Teddy (so adorable):  end of rope I have zero patience left for bs in any form. There are multiple things broken in this apartment (not our personal stuff, things that are the building's responsiblity to fix) and we have a negligent building manager and perpetually drunk super who accomplish nothing. Finally, after months of being given the run-around I gave the building manager a really hard time on the phone and now I feel sort of bad about it but I shouldn't because I was merely trying to make sure this stuff gets done. I mean, it's not like I insulted his mom. For the past few weeks I have been internally losing it. I've managed to keep most things together allright but really, deep down I am so exhausted. Juggling multiple freelance projects (however small, they all entail communication, design, coding, billing, collecting, etc.), looking for real job, 12 credits in school, trying to get them to fix stuff in this apartment, preparing for my hearing, being the only one here with enough money to pay the bills yet my bank account is seriously dwindling, trying to deal with my debt since I don't have much money but can't mess up my credit, trying to keep up with friends, DJing, shopping, cooking, cleaning... what is enough? what is too much? Thursday, September 11, 2003 artillerary Just received the new date for my Department of Labor hearing which is next week. Gotta get my artillerary (new Rahmin word combining artillary and itinerary) together! for literate jailbirds I never noticed this before: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/browse/-/3020211/102-1676177-8596946 cute. Wednesday, September 10, 2003 race wars reversed I've noticed that in the recent past I've been discriminated against by (young) black folks more than ever before. I thought that our society had made significant progress in the area of race (it's certainly been enough of an issue) but it seems that similar to the way I don't know any republicans or people under the age of 35 who have children, it is merely a sign of my own good fortune and good judgement of people that I have not personally known any racists. Some brief examples: Saturday night, Rahmin and I were walking through Ft. Greene/Clinton Hill when we passed a bunch of about 5 rowdy black teenage kids. Immediately after we walked by them I heard a snapping sound and felt a sharp pain in my left ass cheek. One of them had shot something at my ass! I wasn't looking closely at what they were doing/holding (as I pass people on the street all the time and don't bother to look at what they have in their hands) but I did peripherally notice something in one of their hands that looked like a white, pressurized can which emitted sparks when something on the top was flicked or pressed. When we were a few paces beyond them and I let Rahmin know what had just happened and we turned around to go confront them (not to argue but to show them that there is some recourse and that they cannot just do such things without any incident). They were all denials and trying to speak over us, yelling things like "why would I want to bother with your white ass" and eventually we walked away. As we were walking away, they threw a bottle of baby powder at us. I swear to god if I had had a mild weapon like pepper spray (or even a cellphone) at that time, I would have used it in a millisecond. Our world is going to shit and it makes me angry that stupid ignorant people are stuck on messing with people who aren't causing them (nor anyone else) any harm. Then, last night, Rahmin went to one of our local KFCs (we live about equidistant from 3 of them, and in all of them we have never seem any other non-black people inside) and one of the guys behind the counter (a black youth) was mocking him as he placed his order. This is not necessarily racially based but my best guess would be that it was. There are real significant problems and issues going on in our world right now. Get with the program, dumbass youths of today! Monday, September 08, 2003 school daze I like my classes allright. I quite like my professors. Some of the my classmates, however, are not the brightest bulbs (some of them are smart but enough are not that they slow down the classes a bit). In thinking more about this I realized that I have never overall been impressed with the level and/or attitude of my fellow students in any class at any school so perhaps these feelings are a result of the way I perceive intelligence and how I judge things and become easily bored. I need a challenge and I want others around me to be up to challenges as well. I despise when students ask professors irrelevant things just to sound smart or interested. The way the academic world is structured, though, I think that the dimmer bulbs may have an advantage. This struck me in writing class tonight: it is probably easier to organize ones thoughts if one thinks slowly and doesn't have too many thoughts to begin with. When I try to organize my thoughts to write something proper my mind starts racing with a million perspectives and possibilities and angles. Smart high-strung person needs to Quiet the mind. Live every moment as if meditating. Ohm-mah-ne-pad-me-ohm. empty head lately, everytime I think of something I want to write here, I am not in a situation where I can. At times like now, when I am here, I can't think of anything interesting to write. Aah, life. Thursday, September 04, 2003 from hell This weather is from hell. Sticky everything. My clothes stick to my body. My feet stick to the floor. My fingers stick to the keys on the keyboard. Everything feels dirty. My hair is unruly. The sun hardly comes out. Forget the myths of down below with big red satan and fires because this is what hell is really like. Wednesday, September 03, 2003 Mars and Mercury Mars Mars, God of War, also rules action, construction, physical energy and motion. Individuals are less likely to initiate activities during Mars retrograde periods. It's an unfavorable time for any type of building or remodeling. Those projects continuing under this period will need finishing touches when Mars is no longer retrograde. Knives, scalpels and most cutting and surgical tools are governed by Mars. Elective surgery should not be scheduled during its retrograde periods for these -- along with Moon void of course -- are times when mistakes are made. Peace negotiations can be on hold and if agreements are reached are likely to fall apart after Mars goes direct. Although the height of the travel season breakdowns and delays are likely. Legal decisions can be held up and inequities in the law highlighted. While Mars is retrograde it's a good time to unearth those long buried grudges and resentments that you've unconsciously been holding onto. Allow them to surface with the assistance of meditation, therapy, body work or just a quiet period of contemplation. Face them and then blow them away in true Martian fashion ridding yourself of all that excess baggage. Mars goes retrograde about every 26 months. Retrograde Mercury Many successful authors and journalists were born with Mercury retrograde and this is an excellent time to put down one's ideas and thoughts on paper or more likely the computer. However, purchasing a computer or printer to get those words down while Mercury is retrograde wouldn't be a good idea. Aside from not getting the right equipment it's likely that there would be mechanical glitches in your Mercury retrograde techno purchases. During Mercury Retrograde communications have a way of getting misunderstood and misconstrued. If you're starting a new job take the vacation days from the old one and begin it after Mercury goes direct. This also applies to all kinds of agreements and contracts. Negotiations can continue while Mercury is retrograde but don't sign the papers till it's direct.
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