Roommate Olympics

Can we confirm June 13th-14th of this year of our lord two thousand and eight as the official date of the Roommate Olympics? This guy is ready.... Are you?

let's get some legit concepts for events?

Takoma Park

Hey everybody! Not too long ago, dave andalman, ben and i produced a short film (written and directed by dave) called Takoma Park. it was my first experience in filmmaking, and it was loads of fun.

it's premiering at the Tribeca Film Festival, and it would be great if you came. here's a link to the film's website with showtimes, etc. tickets go on sale tomorrow.

http://www.tribecafilmfestival.org/filmguide/Takoma_Park.html

we're gonna throw a party as well, which i'll keep you guys posted on. blaze.

Bill "I Love You" Buckner

The photo on the left represents the defining moment of Bill Buckner's life. That error resulted in 22 years of malicious persecution by a media and fan base with wide national exposure. The photo on the right is from yesterday when Bill Buckner threw out the first pitch as part of the opening day ceremonies celebrating last year's championship. Forgiveness all around. Sports can be cruel, and the masses are irrational. I'm not going to malign Boston sports fans for their treatment of Bill over these last 22 years, nor their change of heart. What is absurd are all those Boston fans calling up the talk shows to sermonize Red Sox Nation on how badly Bill was treated. Huh? And what's even more absurd is that it took, not one, but TWO World Series victories to get to this point.

The interesting thing was Bill's quote.

"I really had to forgive, not the fans of Boston, per se, but I would have to say in my heart I had to forgive the media."

Yeah. F-you media...Especially you Dan Shaughnessy!


The Devil

classic

oldie, but a goodie

The Great Battle of Our Time

ROOMMATE OLYMPICS II

JUNE 13TH & 14TH

There can be only II...

[This message was approved by the Roommate Olympics Committee]

BASEBALL

ARE WE ON FOR BASEBALL (JOSH S)? I WANT EXPENSIVE BUD LIGHTS AND NACHOS!

ALSO.. should have posted these earlier

THANKS SOL AND ASHLEY

Good times were had by all as we ate, drank, ate, talked about proper Easter subjects, drank, and ate!

Thanks to Sol and Ash for hosting and to all for making family Easter amazing!!

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/gallery/2008/03/21/GA2008032101983.html?sid=ST2008032102694

a sad tale

it began in spring, 2006. the good folks of yuppy-slightly- hipster-y-italian family brooklyn were coming out of hibernation. flower bulbs poked their heads up through the ground. garbage - organic waste, mostly - was being produced. and a thought blossomed - what if we fed the vegetable peels to worms?

some were dubious. yet, as the leaves grew on the trees and the skin of those white, white brooklynites exposed itself to the warm sun, the worms thrived. potato. lettuce. mango. pepper. onion. they consumed and they excreted, and compost was to be had by all that wanted some.

fruit flies arrived. mcats were taken. a few worms escaped and the holes in the box were patched up. weather cooled. fruit flies left. worms ate. and reproduced. and reproduced. more garbage, more worms. worms were given away. beers were had. decisions were made. winter came and winter left, spring and summer. worms and associates moved to the upper east side.

and one day, like locusts descending upon the land of egypt, a scrouge. tiny bugs crawling all over the container. from where did they arrive? and what did they want? but pharoah's heart was hardened - and the radiator turned up its incessant heat. worms began to drop like the fruit flies that had once flown around them. until one day, the worms were gone, and bugs ruled the earth.

Gems

Every couple of weeks or so I flip through the personals in the London Review of Books. A comparison to the New York Review of Books personals makes a compelling case for moving to London.

There aren’t enough hours in the day for me to make love to all the women I want to make love to, so I’m going to start with you, nubile 21-year old choreographer and tantric masseuse, preferably French or able to adopt a French accent or not talk at all. Must know how to spoon-feed. Man, 78.