Just got back into New York last night. Yesterday, on my way from Montreal to Boston to New York, other than travelling by helicopter, submarine, or horseback, I pretty much hit everything else transportation-wise. The reason I planned it this way is because I don't like to spend any more time in Boston than I need to. Honestly, I'm suspicious of any city that feels it doesn't need to properly label their streets.
Okay, I have an hour before I have to run downtown. I'm going to see if I can update one of the other pages. Oh, yeah. Thanks to diligent reader, Jenny, from The Avocado, who has sent along a sample E-Card, for the lonely and timid who feel they need a little more help after reading the February 9th post on Irrefragable.
I'm in Montreal right now which explains the lack of updates throughout the site. I have eaten Cuisine Bangkok's pad thai, Schwarz's smoked meat, and Alto's poutine. This is pretty much all I ate during my three years of study here and, if you're ever in the city and try the 8W Diet (as I call it), you will understand why (cheap, good, and accessible). (That, and you'll gain an undisclosed amount of weight.) (I like typing in parentheses. They're like protective hedges for vacant thought.)
I've sat here for the past five minutes trying to think of something else to write, but I think there's too much fat in my head. Tomorrow, I'm going to eat a salad. We'll see how we're doing after that.
As it stands, no one has given me permission to post their responses on whether boogers smell. So I've decided to tell you that five people think they do. With no basis whatsoever. Instead of reason, they go for capital letters and exclamation marks.
Yesterday, I walked into a donut shop and the guy behind the counter asked me if I 'could play something now'. I was like, "Uh, no, thanks." But him and his friends kept insisting -- I think they were trying to impress the girl workers in the back. So, in exchange for a free half-dozen, I ended up playing my cello in the middle of a downtown Krispy Kreme.
I'm going to put this on my resume, under the heading, "Special Performances Where Payment Has Been In Donuts".
Okay, so the question of the day is: "Do boogers smell?" I don't think they do. Three out of the three friends I have asked think that boogers smell. I am vehemently opposed to this. One of them said, "Boogers smell, man. You just get numb to the smell. Don't be such a booger-smelling-atheist. Because sometimes I blow my nose and I smell this funky stuff afterwards." Which, by his way of logic, would mean that boogers themselves smell. I think it's the fact that you just unclogged your nose and it's time to change your socks.
But, that's just me. What do you think? Email me with permission to post your responses.
I've decided that I love blueberries. And I heard that they fight cancer. More things like this should happen in life. I feel like I just discovered eating an excessive amount of tacos somehow makes me a better cellist. The problem with blueberries, though, is that they're expensive. For a plastic box the size of my hand, the grocery stores here in New York will charge you five dollars. On the street, however, if you're far enough away from the dreadful Times Square, the blueberries are about two dollars. Yesterday, while walking home from school, I found a stand that was selling them for $1.50, and so I naturally bought their entire blueberry rack and finished them before dinner. Actually, I think that was my dinner.
It's not out of the ordinary to get emails from readers of the site, but it's a pleasant surprise (and the first, I might add) when they invite me to their wedding. Congratulations to Avital and Christopher, both of whom got married (to each other) on the fifth of February. Avital has been a regular emailer to the site and even appeared in some of the Emails of the Week; she wears superstar sunglasses and is a part-time barrista. Christopher is able to grow a beard.
In other news, people have been coming by the site under Google searches for "adrian the crackhead" and "wack cellist". I come up first when you search for "wack cellist". It means nothing, though.
I'm not sure if the new video is working for some of you guys. Advice: If you have a slow connection, "right-click" and "save the video" instead of trying to "stream" it.
I, too, have no idea what I just wrote, but this is some advice that my computer friend gave me. I think we all should have computer friends. Having a friend who is steeped in computer knowledge and knows precisely what you should and should not be doing is going to be a valued currency one of these days. You'd see a guy and be like, "He's got a red sports car, a house, and he's being advised by fifteen computer friends."
So. Don't try to "STREAM" the video. (When you figure out what, exactly, 'streaming' is and how to avoid doing it, please email me.)
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