this is the day (this is the day)
that the Lord has made (that the Lord has made)
i will rejoice (i will rejoice)
and be glad in it (and be glad in it)

i'm tempted to skip lunch and eat as little airplane food as possible (i gotta eat some of it... it's free!) just so that carne asada burrito tastes that much better when i chomp down on it. i have to keep my mouth closed so the drool doesn't ooze out of my mouth and slip between that crack between the G and H keys.

i once needed a good 8-10 hours of sleep each night. being the procrastinator i am, i started packing at around 1:30am and hit the sack an hour later. but here i am... up by 8:10, in the office by 9 and able to keep my head it an upright and locked position at 10:30. we'll see how long it lasts. i wonder if i can take a power nap while at my desk with my eyes open.

argggggg. i hate it when i type out a long post and then lose it when i click "post".

okay. so basically, i was saying that i love riddles and brain-teasers and i was asking really nicely for you to give me your best/hardest ones.

i'll give you a tough one to keep you busy, if you have obsessive tendancies, don't attempt this brain teaser, it's pretty hard:

dr. evil searched through time and space to assemble the 100 smartest people of all time. he threw either a black or white hat on each genius and locked them in a large, bare room. each person is unable to see the color of his/her own hat, but can clearly see everyone else's hat color. dr. evil then states, "if you can figure out what color hat you yourself are wearing, i'll release you back into the world. you are not allowed to communicate in any way, shape or form (no words, no body language, no suggestive eye contact, nothing.). i will enter this room everyday, one time, and ask if anyone has figured it out. if no one speaks up, i will leave and return the following day. if you guess incorrectly, you will die a horrible death. have a nice day. oh, and there's at least one person with a black hat and at least one person with a white hat. goodbye."

each prisoner wants oh-so-bad to live and since they're really really really smart, they won't answer unless they're absolutely sure they have the correct response. how do these geniuses solve this problem?

there're no tricks here. no mirrors, no play-on-words... just pure logic. it's hard. even the answer is difficult to explain.

don't forget to give me your best puzzles.

2 days...
and i'll be chillin' in the warm california sun.

sigh. it's calling me.

i had the hugest, cheapest breakfast sandwich ever. 3 egg whites, 3 sausage links and a handful of cheddar on a bagel. and only for a buck seventy. okay, so it's not THAT big, but still... i had a tough time eating that sucker.

california here i come, right back where i started from... california dreamin'... i wish they call could be california girls...
it's calling me.

work's a bit slow, so i took a couple quizes:


Which Ivy League University is right for YOU?


Dartmouth
Does anybody even go to Dartmouth anymore? They must have people applying -- it's still sort of hard to get into -- but nobody has ever met any of these people. They're just swallowed up in the Vermont countryside, where they dissapear into a world of dead poets, lager, and argyle vests.

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(i actually scored Yale first, but i'm loyal to my alma mater... i knew which answers they were looking for)


Which Puma shoe are YOU?


The Frankenclyde. Honestly, you're the coolest hipster of all. The drum sneaker with mystique. Like Russel Hammond in "Almost Famous." But you already knew that! You recognized that allusion! Thats how f***ing cool you are! You know how cool it is to say "bomb-diggity" and "supah cool." You push coolness to the edge, and you never fall off. Essentially, you're me, and I like that in you.

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i don't have any clydes... maybe i should go get a pair now.

i think i broke quizilla. it won't give me any more results. i really wanted to know which book of the bible i was!

maybe tomorrow.

we had a health/wellness fair at work today. it was very informative and relaxing.

- my blood pressure is in the "normal" range... a little on the low side, but normal.
- my infected in-grown toe nail was looked at. it's definitely infected. i just gotta keep it clean and let it heal... i learned that my insurance would cover the (minor) surgery required to get it removed permanently.
- my body fat percentage is in the "ideal" range-- i was scared of that test.
- my biodot (one of those mood-ring-esque stickers) indicated that i'm somewhere between "relaxing" and "involved" in my stress level.

i also got a nice little 5-10 minute massage.

i love massages. is it wrong of me to want a girlfriend only for the occasional rub-downs? keep you minds out of the gutter... we'd be fully clothed!

i saw xtina and justin last night in long island. the show was entertaining, i suppose. personally, i'm not really into fireworks, costume changes and about a million screaming teenaged girls (well, maybe if they were a bit older...). i'm not complaining though. free tickets are free tickets. i was hoping the black eyed peas would open though. no luck there.

i think i've said it before and i'll say it again: pop music these days sucks. where's the passion? i mean, you're dirrrrrty, i got it. and, yes, you want to rock my body... okay. fine. so what? music is more than tapping your foot and bobbing your head, no? meanwhile, i'm listening to the dashboard confessional's "this bitter pill".

okay, so maybe i'm a music snob. or maybe i just like my music to move more than just my toes.

i thought life without the internet was tough... A/C, refridgeration and running water are pretty difficult to live without too.

in case you're wondering, i'm safe and sound in my jersey city apartment. electricy is restored here... the only thing i'm without is cable service.

my office is closed today (i think). i don't think times square is high on the priority list for power restoration-- those lights are a pretty big waste of juice, in my opinion.

okay. i'm alive. you're alive. thank God for everything.

the worm virus sucks. my IT dept. sucks. PCs suck.

in other news, happy birthday, bomie. remember: don't resist the birthday hug monkey.

i hope this post actually publishes... this would be my 20th attempt to post. why? because the worm virus sucks, my IT dept sucks and PCs suck.

sometimes i wonder if i really am a shopoholic. i don't spend ridiculous amounts of money on prada/gucci gear. i'm not a gadget freak. i don't fix up my ride-- (which happens to be the subway)...

i think it's more about the bargains and about cost efficiency: the cost of movies in manhattan is expensive. instead of seeing something in the theater, i'll just buy the dvd (after hours of researching for the best price, of course). besides, alot of the films (that's right, they're "films") i buy, i buy for other people to borrow and appreciate. i like to share the joy.

and, yes, i'll admit that--for a guy-- i have alot of shoes, but i'm sure that most of them, i bought for more than 50% off. so i can justify having twice as many kicks by knowing that the sum cost of all my shoes is still probably less than the sum of their ugly collection.

here's a peek of my recent purchases:


a little monk dvd


ymca baseball team dvd


nike tennis classic (for 22 bucks)

sometimes when i pray, i get depressed. it's not an overwhelming, bawl-your-eyes-out kind of depression. nor is it a deep and numbing emptiness. it's more of just a realization of my insufficiency, hypocrisy and plain messed-up-ness. i'm hard on myself, i know. you need only play tennis with me to see that i expect much from myself. but i can't help it. i see where i am; i see where i think i should be; i see the huge discrepancy; i get depressed.

it's a tag-team, caged deathmatch. pride and senseless guilt battling Grace and genuine humility. i know who'll win... but the process is long and painful-- suplexes, folding chairs and all.

Outside these city walls, alone with what I've known
Like a criminal who sly-thieves joy from his own home

Some just line says I should die by fire, so I'm cutting up the kindling
And the kerosene I cry

Take these suicidal stones from my hand
Suicidal Stones from my hand
Suicidal Stones from my hand

Caught in the actor on regret's stage
Soliloquy without sympathy is my penance paid

Built on quicksand too low to see the ground
Sniveling in a Job-en cry as I look down

Take these suicidal stones from my hand
Suicidal Stones from my hand
Suicidal Stones from my hand

-- from "Suicidal Stones" by Caedmon's Call

it's too difficult to "eat healthy": it's not appetizing, it's expensive and/or it's inconvenient.

i don't want to be one of those guys that wears their t-shirt into the water. but the jamaican beef patties and grilled cheese sandwiches are too good to pass up.

why do deep-fried things taste so delicious? i never understood that.