Gamblerz at the Cyon Bboy Championships, they lost sadly but props to them
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Where's the Love?
New York Times today ran a story about the prevalence of hugging, and how it has become such a normal greeting that those who do not participate are considered weird. WTF? How stupid are these people? You don't hug thus you are considered weird? I think at this point everyone is becoming too desensitized to the value of human interaction. First off, We take for granted face to face contact mostly because of the prevalence of cell phones and personal computers. Secondly, look at this generation of kids most of them are exposed to things we weren't exposed to until our mid to late teens! I mean this is the generation that made sexting a topic of national discussion. So of course they would think hugging should be as prevalent as breathing.
On another note, I'm not saying we need to stop all this behavior because all this type of exposure/behavior doesn't lead to sexual deviance. Take Europe for example, they're very open with sexuality and they aren't sexual deviants. However they are very protected when it comes to personal affairs, meaning they value the quality of the company they keep. But really, this is just another case of non-conformity making other people "uncomfortable." My last words are simply that "weird" is not necessarily bad, "weird" can be interesting and fun. Do what is comfortable for you, not for someone else. What's "normal" most of the time is really really lame, I mean look around...
On another note, I'm not saying we need to stop all this behavior because all this type of exposure/behavior doesn't lead to sexual deviance. Take Europe for example, they're very open with sexuality and they aren't sexual deviants. However they are very protected when it comes to personal affairs, meaning they value the quality of the company they keep. But really, this is just another case of non-conformity making other people "uncomfortable." My last words are simply that "weird" is not necessarily bad, "weird" can be interesting and fun. Do what is comfortable for you, not for someone else. What's "normal" most of the time is really really lame, I mean look around...
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
New York Paradise?
I am a citizen of the world, I'm unable to call one place home but there is one thing I can be certain, and that's the fact that I was born a New Yorker. New York is known for its grittiness and it's shall we say personality. People yelling and hustling everywhere, noise disseminating from every corner, window, and person, tourists looking aimlessly into the sky, and of course cab drivers wrecking havoc on the New York city streets. If you lose any of these elements, it just doesn't feel like New York. Having Times Square devoid of cars, is definitely one of those elements. Although, I like the european element of the idea.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
The End
I graduated on Wednesday.
There's nothing scarier than leaving something with which you've grown comfortable to something unknown. It's bittersweet to end a chapter of your life story, but nevertheless exciting as you face your fears in hope of conquering the unknown.
At the end of this chapter, you find a sort of reconciliation of everything that has happened in the past. Old friends brought together for one last hurrah, New friends establishing the final roots, and past deeds and adventures recounted with much laughter. It's been a long 4 years of fun, anger, sadness, and excitement. Some people are still angry with me, while others still have no beef with me. All I can say is that I have no regrets, and that's how it should be. Life should never be lived with regrets. I may have only experienced a quarter of my life, but I know that life is terrible knowing that you should/could/want to have done something differently.
People say college was the best time of their lives, and so far in the context of the short chapters of my life, I agree. But I hope that's not the case for the rest of my life. Life is the same, just played in different contexts. I hope to remember that and appreciate everything that comes my way the same as I have the last few years.
My last thoughts are thank yous: Thank you to my family who has believed in me and my abilities, to my friends for keeping me sane/insane, to the few teachers with whom I had a relationship I've learned more from you thank you'll ever know, and to the people I have yet to meet be prepared it's gonna be one hell of a show.
There's nothing scarier than leaving something with which you've grown comfortable to something unknown. It's bittersweet to end a chapter of your life story, but nevertheless exciting as you face your fears in hope of conquering the unknown.
At the end of this chapter, you find a sort of reconciliation of everything that has happened in the past. Old friends brought together for one last hurrah, New friends establishing the final roots, and past deeds and adventures recounted with much laughter. It's been a long 4 years of fun, anger, sadness, and excitement. Some people are still angry with me, while others still have no beef with me. All I can say is that I have no regrets, and that's how it should be. Life should never be lived with regrets. I may have only experienced a quarter of my life, but I know that life is terrible knowing that you should/could/want to have done something differently.
People say college was the best time of their lives, and so far in the context of the short chapters of my life, I agree. But I hope that's not the case for the rest of my life. Life is the same, just played in different contexts. I hope to remember that and appreciate everything that comes my way the same as I have the last few years.
My last thoughts are thank yous: Thank you to my family who has believed in me and my abilities, to my friends for keeping me sane/insane, to the few teachers with whom I had a relationship I've learned more from you thank you'll ever know, and to the people I have yet to meet be prepared it's gonna be one hell of a show.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Social Un-Norms
So last night, after a night of drinking, a couple of my friends and I sat down for a late night snack and started talking about the general social norms of dating.
The focus of our discussion was primarily about dating people 5 years out of your age grouping, and the problem we had was that we couldn't really verbalize what was weird or wrong about it. There's a point where saying it's just weird is juvenile and if the person really does care for the person, then you can't really use superficial reasons as a legitimate reason, which makes us sadly realize that there's so much superficiality in this discussion, but when it came to the root of it we started looking at why this never actually occurs. The first few reasons had to do with superficial reasons, but otherwise we discussed common interests since most of the time 5 years is the border of sharing common interests with a person, and practicality, normally someone 5 years older than you is looking for different things like marriage, a family, etc. whereas you are looking to start your life. But the root of the issue stemmed from the age old fact of dating, if they're happy with each other, and are able to overcome these differences then at the end of the day it doesn't really matter. We all want to fit in, but stepping outside of the box isn't a terrible idea.
The focus of our discussion was primarily about dating people 5 years out of your age grouping, and the problem we had was that we couldn't really verbalize what was weird or wrong about it. There's a point where saying it's just weird is juvenile and if the person really does care for the person, then you can't really use superficial reasons as a legitimate reason, which makes us sadly realize that there's so much superficiality in this discussion, but when it came to the root of it we started looking at why this never actually occurs. The first few reasons had to do with superficial reasons, but otherwise we discussed common interests since most of the time 5 years is the border of sharing common interests with a person, and practicality, normally someone 5 years older than you is looking for different things like marriage, a family, etc. whereas you are looking to start your life. But the root of the issue stemmed from the age old fact of dating, if they're happy with each other, and are able to overcome these differences then at the end of the day it doesn't really matter. We all want to fit in, but stepping outside of the box isn't a terrible idea.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Breakonomics 2009
Having had such a successful showing at Breaks U, we decided to take our show on the road and try out our stuff at Breakonomics. Everyone that knows me, knows that I have a odd love-hate relationship with Boston (mostly because of my girlfriend). So this kinda ties in with that relationship. But instead of ranting about my hatred towards Massachusetts, I'll talk about the entire trip.
Day 1: We're leaving Columbia around 11AM and as we were leaving, all hell broke loose, fire engines everywhere, people on the street, smoke everywhere. Turns out we left right before Nussbaum and Community burned down, thank god! We thought the apocalypse had hit and we were avoiding the center of the Nuclear War. We stop by my house, and my mother being the very maternal and sometimes caring person she is scrounges up a serious breakfast for everyone, thank you mother. The drive up itself wasn't all exciting, lots of cocks thrown at a sleeping Kid Bowser. We're staying at my girlfriend's parent's place so we drop our stuff there and then proceed to a mini-session so that we can go over things for the competition. But that most exciting part of this day for us was going to the Kid David class. Kid David honestly was one of the most genuinely nice person I've ever met. He bonded with all of us over the fact that we came all the way from New York, I think he liked our style. So day was over and we just went back and slept.
Day 2: We get to the competition and we're one of the first people to go. Our first round was against BU, not to be cruel of anything but we roasted them.
Columbia vs. Boston University
So the format of the competition was supposed to be: First Rounds of all the various competitions, then 2nd Rounds, then Quarters, Semis and Finals. We reach the end of all the first rounds, when they suddenly decide to skip our next round. We're thinking WTF? so we go up and ask. Since only 10 crews had signed up for the Collegiate Battle, they were gonna wait until everything else had reached the semis to do the next round. Not a terrible idea right? WRONG! They had us waiting for 5 hours after our first battle for the next round, our muscles felt like stretched out rubber bands. Our semi-final battle was against Cornell 2 which had a fun match-up between Kid Bowser and his high-school friend Yoshi (HAHAHAHA I JUST REALIZED THIS!!) The promoter decided that only 2 rounds total in this battle, so only 2 people would battle. This was in the interest of time... which will come up as a theme again.
Columbia vs. Cornell 2
The result was that we advanced on a technicality. You weren't allowed to do routines so Cornell 2 was disqualified, but Popsicle had the balls to tell them that they would've advanced has they not done the routine. Which made me wonder, how did we lose? No offense to Cornell and I might be biased but I kept watching the video and I could not figure it out. Yoshi's round was dope but his partners couldn't have been better than Kid Bowser's round... Either way we're in the finals, we're told that this happens RIGHT THEN! so we go back to back. And again, in the interest of time, no routines or commandos, BUT it's a two round battle, so everyone can go twice, WTF? Unfair in my opinion because 2 rounds w/ or w/out routines doesn't make a difference. But we're going up against Cornell 1 (Cornell put in 3 teams)
Columbia vs. Cornell 1
This one was close, but we lost outright. Battle was badly set up but we just didn't hold it down. So we left Massachusetts empty handed, but non-battle wise it was a really really fun trip. And from this trip, we all received some very good words of advice: Hot Water is ULTIMATE!
Day 1: We're leaving Columbia around 11AM and as we were leaving, all hell broke loose, fire engines everywhere, people on the street, smoke everywhere. Turns out we left right before Nussbaum and Community burned down, thank god! We thought the apocalypse had hit and we were avoiding the center of the Nuclear War. We stop by my house, and my mother being the very maternal and sometimes caring person she is scrounges up a serious breakfast for everyone, thank you mother. The drive up itself wasn't all exciting, lots of cocks thrown at a sleeping Kid Bowser. We're staying at my girlfriend's parent's place so we drop our stuff there and then proceed to a mini-session so that we can go over things for the competition. But that most exciting part of this day for us was going to the Kid David class. Kid David honestly was one of the most genuinely nice person I've ever met. He bonded with all of us over the fact that we came all the way from New York, I think he liked our style. So day was over and we just went back and slept.
Day 2: We get to the competition and we're one of the first people to go. Our first round was against BU, not to be cruel of anything but we roasted them.
Columbia vs. Boston University
So the format of the competition was supposed to be: First Rounds of all the various competitions, then 2nd Rounds, then Quarters, Semis and Finals. We reach the end of all the first rounds, when they suddenly decide to skip our next round. We're thinking WTF? so we go up and ask. Since only 10 crews had signed up for the Collegiate Battle, they were gonna wait until everything else had reached the semis to do the next round. Not a terrible idea right? WRONG! They had us waiting for 5 hours after our first battle for the next round, our muscles felt like stretched out rubber bands. Our semi-final battle was against Cornell 2 which had a fun match-up between Kid Bowser and his high-school friend Yoshi (HAHAHAHA I JUST REALIZED THIS!!) The promoter decided that only 2 rounds total in this battle, so only 2 people would battle. This was in the interest of time... which will come up as a theme again.
Columbia vs. Cornell 2
The result was that we advanced on a technicality. You weren't allowed to do routines so Cornell 2 was disqualified, but Popsicle had the balls to tell them that they would've advanced has they not done the routine. Which made me wonder, how did we lose? No offense to Cornell and I might be biased but I kept watching the video and I could not figure it out. Yoshi's round was dope but his partners couldn't have been better than Kid Bowser's round... Either way we're in the finals, we're told that this happens RIGHT THEN! so we go back to back. And again, in the interest of time, no routines or commandos, BUT it's a two round battle, so everyone can go twice, WTF? Unfair in my opinion because 2 rounds w/ or w/out routines doesn't make a difference. But we're going up against Cornell 1 (Cornell put in 3 teams)
Columbia vs. Cornell 1
This one was close, but we lost outright. Battle was badly set up but we just didn't hold it down. So we left Massachusetts empty handed, but non-battle wise it was a really really fun trip. And from this trip, we all received some very good words of advice: Hot Water is ULTIMATE!
Why Massachusetts Sucks... Part 2
This trip has only further convinced me that Massachusetts sucks, however it's sucking has left me with a clean record and no speeding ticket to pay so I gets some points for that.
Conveniently the court house is located right next to the police station... go figure. The court room is a small room no bigger than my dorm with some fat white dude, a Massachusetts State Trooper, and the largest group of idiots I've ever met. Now let me describe some of the deficiencies,
1) Idiot Who Won't Quit: I entered the room as this guy was pleading his case, so initially I didn't really know what this case was about. I'm sitting there and this guy is making a compelling argument, his car couldn't accelerate that fast, he didn't pass these lights, etc. etc. Then the judge goes well son you know that drag racing carries an automatic fine.... WTF? How dumb are you? You're fighting a DRAG RACING charge? There is no gray area when it comes to drag racing, you're either caught, or you're not caught. If you're caught, you're screwed, if you're not well then you can continue in your thrilling existence.
2) Screwed Over Idiot: So this lady is facing a speeding ticket, and talks about she had just come out of a stop sign, and that with her car, she couldn't have accelerated to that high a speed in a short amount of time. I think the judge pitied her because the evidence was thin at best and he lowered her ticket to the minimum $100 fine. The lady wanted to protest this, but Massachusetts only does speeding ticket court hearings on TUESDAY, and ONLY on TUESDAY. So being a normal working citizen, the lady couldn't attend so she was forced to pay the fine.
3) The Idiot Trooper: This one guy got pulled over for a busted tail light, open and shut right? Well after the ticket, the guy checked the light, saw it was working, took it to a mechanic the next morning, and got a verification it was working. The judge couldn't do anything, the guy was innocent of all charges. The question here is: How do you mistake seeing a busted tail light at NIGHT? Isn't that the easiest time to see a busted tail light? Apparently, Massachusetts State Troopers are potentially blind.
So now my case. The judge made me take the oath. I was getting ready to argue my side of the story, when the State Trooper goes, "I don't have any citation." I'm thinking, YES! I can just say my side of the story then the Judge lets me go free! Nope, the judge pretty much just said the State fucked up, you are free of all charge. HUZZAH!!! Thank you stupid Massachusetts system!
The only really interesting thing here was that, in the 30-45 min I had been waiting, I hadn't seen ANYONE else take an oath, so I thought that was kinda funny. I was still laughing about the situation as I was leaving and then it hit me! I had walked up to the desk w/ my hands in my pockets, and it was a few days after the Binghamton Shooting. I think the judge thought I had a gun in my pocket and was gonna kill him! Which makes me say...how ignorant do you have to be to think that?
Massachusetts Fail
Conveniently the court house is located right next to the police station... go figure. The court room is a small room no bigger than my dorm with some fat white dude, a Massachusetts State Trooper, and the largest group of idiots I've ever met. Now let me describe some of the deficiencies,
1) Idiot Who Won't Quit: I entered the room as this guy was pleading his case, so initially I didn't really know what this case was about. I'm sitting there and this guy is making a compelling argument, his car couldn't accelerate that fast, he didn't pass these lights, etc. etc. Then the judge goes well son you know that drag racing carries an automatic fine.... WTF? How dumb are you? You're fighting a DRAG RACING charge? There is no gray area when it comes to drag racing, you're either caught, or you're not caught. If you're caught, you're screwed, if you're not well then you can continue in your thrilling existence.
2) Screwed Over Idiot: So this lady is facing a speeding ticket, and talks about she had just come out of a stop sign, and that with her car, she couldn't have accelerated to that high a speed in a short amount of time. I think the judge pitied her because the evidence was thin at best and he lowered her ticket to the minimum $100 fine. The lady wanted to protest this, but Massachusetts only does speeding ticket court hearings on TUESDAY, and ONLY on TUESDAY. So being a normal working citizen, the lady couldn't attend so she was forced to pay the fine.
3) The Idiot Trooper: This one guy got pulled over for a busted tail light, open and shut right? Well after the ticket, the guy checked the light, saw it was working, took it to a mechanic the next morning, and got a verification it was working. The judge couldn't do anything, the guy was innocent of all charges. The question here is: How do you mistake seeing a busted tail light at NIGHT? Isn't that the easiest time to see a busted tail light? Apparently, Massachusetts State Troopers are potentially blind.
So now my case. The judge made me take the oath. I was getting ready to argue my side of the story, when the State Trooper goes, "I don't have any citation." I'm thinking, YES! I can just say my side of the story then the Judge lets me go free! Nope, the judge pretty much just said the State fucked up, you are free of all charge. HUZZAH!!! Thank you stupid Massachusetts system!
The only really interesting thing here was that, in the 30-45 min I had been waiting, I hadn't seen ANYONE else take an oath, so I thought that was kinda funny. I was still laughing about the situation as I was leaving and then it hit me! I had walked up to the desk w/ my hands in my pockets, and it was a few days after the Binghamton Shooting. I think the judge thought I had a gun in my pocket and was gonna kill him! Which makes me say...how ignorant do you have to be to think that?
Massachusetts Fail
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