Who knew?

I didn't realize that WATER could be pretentious until I moved to New York.





This shampoo needs designer water? FAAANCY!

And my personal favorite:


Fine Waters
WTF?


Sorry drinkers of Fred, Voss, antipodes and Voda 0.5! etc, you just look like a douche.


Honestly, rather than paying $4+ for a bottle of water, let's focus on getting drinking water PERIOD to people who need it.


This is actually a wicked cool invention, a mini portable water purifier. Life Straw anyone? Of course there are issues with this, cost, ineffectiveness at killing certain bacteria but still, it's a start.

Alright folks, after all this talk, I have to go pee. But I don't want to waste the $78 bottle of Ogo I just drank...dilemma!

I know, $493 is kinda steep but I had it shipped special from the Netherlands. And they threw in a couple canisters of their flavored oxygen, what a deal!

Efff.

Ignorant Statement of the day.

I'm going to use this moment to make a complete fool of myself.

Today whilst walking out of the Chambers Street station I pointed to this enormous white canopy and asked my friend, "What's that?" It, of course was the roof of the Ground Zero construction site/Port Authority Terminal. Meditate on this for a while.

At least all statements here on out will seem that much more profound in comparison to that jewel.


In other news, music is slowly creeping back into my life, thank god. Lay my fingers on the keys for the first time all semester and jammed (if you could call what minimal twinkling I managed, "jamming") for the first time in almost two years. Been missing that stuff.

Also, check out http://www.getcapewearcapefly.com/ I'm quickly approaching fanhood.

Indeed.

And so it has officially happened. As is typical, I've succumbed to yet another internet trend and have decided to subject the internet population with these pearls of wisdom and tasty morsels I like to call, my thoughts. Granted I've still got the livejournal thing going but seeing as I started it way back when and it's excessively angsty and emo, I figured a change was warranted.

I had every intention of having a theme for this. Movies! Music! Food! Politics! Thought for the day! Crazy New Yorkers I bumped into on my way to class/work/confession (yeah ok, axe the latter)! And then it hit me... there IS no theme to life. Or me. Or anything. Why try so hard to appear stringently organized when my thoughts are so clearly not? Hell, if I wanna write about the inner conflict I frequently find myself experiencing due to the lack of recycling bins round NYU, then I'm going to write about the inner conflict I frequently find myself experiencing due to the lack of recycing bins round NYU. (do I tote around the lot of empty soda cans until I find one of these rare receptacles and risk being mistaken for the crazy bag lady that I am still a few years short of inevitibly becoming? or do I contribute to the planet's distress, chuck that can in a garbage barrel and ultimately become the enemy?)

Anyway, here it will begin. My exploits, my plans, my thoughts, my dysfunction, you'll see it all. If anything I'll uphold the only thing that has EVER remained consistent within my life: the themes of CRAP and ADVENTURE! Indeed, it's brill-i-ant.