metoo

ESSEX. $12 brunch special comes with 3 drinks.

q-tip in the peehole std test!! that thing was fucking long and it went deep. o_0

fallout series

anachronox

arcanum

planescape: torment

baldur's gate 1 and 2

fuck top 5, there are too many!

quest for glory

asheron's call

redguard (not really an rpg i guess)

betrayal at krondor

daggerfall

gothic

dancing is such SERIOUS BUSINESS. now if only the 32-year-old-vice-magazine-industry people would go home, because they are rude as shit and don't dance except jokingly with their three-person cliques.

more late of the pier, please

i wish messenger bag companies, and particularly chrome, timbuk2, and so on, would get their nasty logos off otherwise good bags.

Isn't this Henri Beguelin's line?

it is; cuir means leather.

nothing helps me get through long nights like cigarettes.

also, no smoking while walking in japan bums me out. walks were made for smoking.

(because if you're a gay man you count as a girl and vice-versa)

heh ok. are you organizing this in an excel spreadsheet?

i wish i hadn't missed this. someone interested in selling a copy?

and day of the tentacle !!

also, the dig

...really all of those lucas arts adventure games, now that i think about it.

^^^ what the christ, take away his gq subscription

my above post was kind of useless; i should elaborate.

it's hard to find an apartment for less than $1500 in lower manhattan. $13-1400 will occaisonally get you a studio in the east village or lower east side, though the quality will vary. these pop up more in the off seasons (the peak seasons being august-september and january) and are always taken within a day or two of being shown, if not earlier. also, the e. village/les is particularly broker saturated. it's almost better to plan on paying the 10-12% broker fee and be pleasantly surprised should you manage to avoid it. finally, the brokers you'll be dealing with in this price range will probably be entirely useless -- that is, fresh-out-of-college idiots with shockingly little real estate knowledge, let alone any of the keys to the apartments they are trying to show you.

living beyond lower manhattan makes complete sense on paper: cheaper, better apartments, and so on. but if you end up spending all of your time checking out stuff in and around lower manhattan, you'll probably feel a little disconnected. and commuting does suck a bit.

it's cheap up there because it's far from where the "action" is. those 15-25 minute commuting times are ideal and don't hold up at 3 am when you're trying to get home. if you want to maximize the intensity of your time in new york, lower manhattan is it.

don't see the style, but definitely see the disposable income. he looks like early high school but with expensive glasses.

where does the name aotearoa come from? is it a maori word? and it refers to all of new zealand, right?

some serious vowel action, a good mouth workout.

i thought my pal john had jaundice or something after not seeing him for a few months, during which he started handrolling cigs.

i rolled cigarettes and typed all night. in the morning, i saw in my own hand the hand of a gnarly middle school teacher i'd had. her index finger would leave ochre fingerprints on paper. good lord.

oh, asheron's call

anyone else spend (waste?) time with massively multiplayer stuff presently or in the past?

marathon (all of them)

quakeworld teamfortress

warcraft 2

anachronox

i was a bit of a nerd in high school it seems

or maybe i should ask: how do you (consistent) handrollers avoid those yellow fingers? maybe a fancy little cigarette holder? tweezers?

or is it not a concern?

i bought one of those tube stuffer things for about $15 and i'm liking it.

5 dollars for a box of filtered cigarette tubes +

15 for a can of american spirit

= $20 a carton, roughly

once i got the hang of the tube stuffer machine, i could make cigarettes that were packed tighter than factory made -- and with american spirit in there they burned slooow.

overall i'd recommend the stuffer machine, though hand rolling does have a certain charm. also, i'd like to second the observation that hand-rolled cigarettes make your hands fucking grimey. that's a dealbreaker as far as everyday use goes, in my opinion.

i like to eat, so i'll throw some more information in the mix.

banh mi is great. i lived in chinatown for a while and definitely recommend banh mi saigon bakery. their sandwiches are usually very fat compared to the competition. 138 mott st.

if you're not heading anywhere near there, nicky's vietnamese sandwiches in the east village is also pretty good. 150 e 2nd (just past ave a).

among the indian restaurants on east 6th st (new york's brick lane) is a small japanese restaurant called chiyono. the food's japanese "homecooking" which equates to croquettes and other simple (fantastic) things. it's prepared and served by a few of young-ish japanese ladies, including the chef, chiyono. you'll probably meet her and not know it. overall, the place is a tranquil oasis (zen garden?) in a sea of indian restaurant doormen... also, it's cheap. 328 e 6th st.

but if you're looking for cheap indian food, sitar music, and a very relaxed (like, bring your own 18 pack relaxed) atmosphere, try raj mahal (not taj), also on east 6th. it's slightly below the sidewalk and a little closer to second ave. ask for the special menu if they don't give it to you--they've got a $9 dinner special that includes nan, soup, a choice of maybe 6 standard entrees (tandoori chicken anyone?), and a funky dessert (skip the dessert). 322 e 6th st.

and if you're in midtown at night, hit up 'chicken and rice'. it's a late night streetcart operation with quite a following. i wasn't particularly wowed by the food itself, but considering it was 12 am in midtown and i spent a whole 6 dollars, it was definitely notable. it's a novelty. 53rd and 6th ave. (seriously, wikipedia it)

i also want to re-recommend corner bistro, crif dogs, and pomme frites (get the mango chutney), though all three of them are greasy and heavy... in a good way.

that's all for now!

man, i shaved my head one night on a whim, and by the next morning i had old guys and/or homeless guys on my block asking me if i was a skinhead. i totally should have gone for "a little something extra".

i have no pictures for you. :-/

priceless candor

but for sure, dressing like a tomboy is rock solid

what peeves me is anyone at all who calls this place their home and ignores 4/5s of it, or ignores the diversity, either through sheer laziness or yes, "classism" and "racism". i just have a really, really deep love for NYC and i feel when people swoop in here, or establish roots here, and start cultivating their own lived experience of the city that excludes more than half of what it has to offer, that they're defeating the purpose of actually being here- it's insincere, and i'm a protective asshole, so i mouth off.

onemancult, or anyone: out of curiousity (as opposed to disagreement), how does you apply this position to, for instance, the chinese inhabitants of chinatown? i mean, despite the fact that a lot of that population has been where it is for over half a century, they still receive many very-far-out-of-towners regularly, and they still remain pretty insular.

granted, their socioeconomic status is, more often than not, substantially lower than those out-of-towners to which (i think) you're really referring, making their experience of new york a lot less "omg let's go party and shop like we're on sex and the city" and a lot more "stay afloat", but i still think they might fit your definition of ignoring a majority of the city's culture. let me also say that i feel a particular sincerity in and about chinatown. any thoughts?

oh, i pay 1400 (or rather, i accumulate loans) for a large-ish studio on the red hook waterfront. it's a great apartment, but not a sustainable price for me, really. oops.