Well, it’s been good fellow humans. We’ve had a good run. But soon it’ll be the age of the machines.

Just found this really funny article on ESPN. If you’ve played a decent amount of pickup basketball, you’ve definitely met all these types of people. I especially hate going up against The Sweat Hog. Ugh, worst ever.

I think every basketball player probably has a slight tendency toward some of these, but some players are just ridiculous at take it to another level.

So back in Michigan when I used to drive, the only station I listened to was NPR. There was this one really cool jazz/funk song that played as the tagline music for one of the shows. I finally found it, it’s called Cantaloop by Us3.

Anyone know which show it is/was that uses/used this music?

having the immigration officer ask me “how long you been in pakistan?” – rage inducing
my stare in response to his idiocy – frozen
his switch to “or wherever you went” – urge to kill rising
me telling him to fuck off – awesome

just got back from a wedding in India, details to come in a bit

I went to the Ratatat concert at Webster Hall last Thursday, and it was awesome. We got right near the stage with a little creative maneuvering:

Check out the event’s blog. It was basically a rally for the environment and showing how certain parts of Manhattan could be underwater within 50 years if we don’t do anything about it. I can’t say I’m a major environmentalist, I went more to just check it out. Apparently Brooklyn will be ok when the flooding happens, so that’s good at least. Me and my cousin went last Saturday.

We walked back to Brookyn from Battery Park over the Brooklyn Bridge:

Today was my second day at Bikram Yoga in Park Slope, and I gotta say I’m pretty impressed by some of the people in my class.

I’m a pretty athletic guy, and I can hold my own in most sports, especially tennis, soccer, basketball, football, and ultimate. I can usually count on being one of the faster/in shape players. However, when it comes to yoga, I’m apparently the equivalent of the slow, wheezing for breath on every play, completely uncoordinated guy that everyone picks last when making teams.

My class this morning was mostly women and a few older guys, and two of the women were pregnant. Every single one of them was better than me, it wasn’t even close. I’m sitting there happy to be able to reach my toes, and then I see one of the pregnant women bending backward with her hands almost able to grab her ankles while her hands pointed upward. So basically I was getting schooled by someone who not only had to control her body, but also one inside her. Doh.

Also, it was a 100 degrees inside (by design, that’s part of the program) so I was sweating like a Brit in Calcutta. Somehow a few of the people inside were barely breaking a sweat!

I dream of a day when I can walk down the street knowing that I can touch my ankles while bending backwards and pitying all the fools that can’t. Until then, I’ll be working on touching my toes.

I just got my tax refund! It’s free money, just like my credit cards! Hmm, now I just gotta figure out what to do with it, seeing as how the only things I buy are food and alcohol. Although my mom did call me out on having crappy clothes, so maybe I should upgrade my wardrobe (is upgrade even a term used with wardrobe? seems like it should be).

This photo of me was taken by my friend Dinkar when we visited Arlington national cemetery.

A couple of weeks ago, a few of us at Xanga were having dinner in the office and somehow the question of why I moved to Brookyn from Manhattan came up, and why I thought Brooklyn was better for me than Manhattan. I couldn’t really think of a reason then, but that weekend I finally realized why.

I usually play soccer in Prospect Park on Saturdays around 11, but I woke up too late because of the party that my friend Danny had at his restaurant at Park Slope. I got to the park around 3, and it looked like the usual soccer game was done, so I looked around for people playing other sports.

There were some people playing football and I asked them if I could join and they welcomed me in. It was a lot of fun playing, it wasn’t too serious, but people were still playing hard. The group overall was almost a picture perfect view of diversity: there was a black guy, gay asian guy, a few girls, a few people born in new york, a few people originally from other states, a guy from czechoslovakia, and an indian-american guy (which was me, don’t confuse us with american indians, thanks a lot Columbus, you dumbass). We all had a good time, and afterwards a few of us went to a Japanese restaurant on Flatbush for dinner.

This is the kind of thing that usually happens in college, and I feel like wouldn’t happen in Manhattan. So I think essentially, I like Brooklyn because it feels more like college.

Don’t think that I don’t like Manhattan though, because I do, I just like Brooklyn more.

Later that same day, I ended up at a party in East Village, which was a lot of fun, especially because of the free alcohol. It was my friend Peter’s sister’s friend’s party, so I didn’t know a lot of people but I met a few there. The party was pretty much the same as the idea I have in my head of a classy New York City party. The apartment was very classily decorated, here were strange DVDs playing on the HDTV, people were dressed in upscale suits and drinking wine, and there were high class cookies all around (mmm… s). Oh, and to top it off, there was a guy that was an Al Qaeda analyst for CNN. Or at least he said he was.