what a night
i will never eat at menchanko tei again (131 E 45th St, between 3rd & lex). and i tell ya, i have also never been so motivated to review a restaurant:
the choices were standard japanese noodle shop fare, as the decor, as my expectations. it's a welcomed variety in midtown. BUT I HAVE NEVER SEEN SO MANY ROACHES AT ONCE IN ANY FOOD ESTABLISHMENT (not even in chinatown). in the middle of consuming my noodle, a friend noticed one was on my napkin, inches away from my arm. i shook it off the table, and glanced over to the table to my right, and there was another one on the chair, sitting pretty. the staff reacted quickly enough to our points and silent calls for help by scooping the bugs off the floor and slapping the one on the chair flat. just then my friend pointed out another one crawling up the wall behind my chair, and the staff quickly slapped that one into oblivion as well. THREE ROACHES WITHIN ONE MINUTE FOUND. as you can imagine, we lost our appetites. what an unfortunate dining experience - i will never go back.
i have a crush on wang. marry me!
and damn you pythagoras.
And when you get the prizes, you’re often treated even worse. Men can tolerate a woman in physics as long as she is in a subordinate position, but many cannot tolerate a woman above them.
coming at you at snail speed!!!
perhaps i should just do monthly updates :) it'll look a little something like this (cos baby, i've been workin' too much!):
923 was a special date: a friend got married. another got engaged. i got satellite tv :D
i attempted to throw myself at borat wednesday night. but there were too many younger, fresher, hipper, nyu students on line already.
i saw sufjan stevens as the magnificent chinese snowbird at town hall friday night. i find myself thinking that i should've tried to see him (as a cheerleader, construction worker, stars and stripes banjo plucker) earlier.
regretfully, i did not get to play with the squeaky blow-up superman (or santa claus), as the lucky folks in the orchestra area did. but i *really* *really* wanted to. exclamation mark.
are you ready? this upcoming friday is another special night. watch the webisodes now! huzzah!!
through tough times
hotlinked the pic, via gothamist.
context - quoted quotes found
via MR, by David Denby, The New Yorker, part of the review of "The Devil Wears Prada":
I'd like to see a film suggesting that you can be the boss without giving up your intellectual ideals, and that the alternative - rejecting power - has its corruptions, too.
via Alex Wright, by Chogyam Trungpa, from "A Buddhist Approach to Politics," 1976:
I think the Buddhist idea of a politician is not so much one of a con man or of a businessman who wins favor with everybody, but someone who simply does what is necessary... I think in this country [the United States], politics are based on a kind of bad-mouthing and trying to speak out, which is all right, but which usually amounts to not knowing what to say; one is just copying someone else's aggression. Then aggression starts to snowball.
From a Buddhist point of view, there is some sense of taking an interest, we could say for the sake of all sentient beings. This means we should take part. This does not mean to say you have to take part in riots or blowing up banks or anything like that. But it means to undertake some kind of process whereby you try as much as possible to at least eliminate the byproducts that you inherit. When you begin to do that, then you begin to have a feeling that a fresh start is taking place.