2002 APR 20 NOT IF YOU CODE BEHIND THE LINES

Organic design; Streamlined fit.

It's like 1984, right? Checkit: Our family in Bangladesh just gets this tight ass new Sofa/Couch/Whatever-you-call-it set. It's like maroon and shiz, right? And it's bloody corduroy.

Yah, baby: CORDUROY.

Now, see, when we got that shiz, we were like, "Oh my god, this shit's fockin' tziiiiight." (Albeit, we used slang fit for that day and age, but you get my drift.)

I remember that sofa set because it took part in quite a bit of my fondest memories. You know, like losing half the parts of the Lego Engineering set (4 boxes worth) that my older Uncle had brought for me from Europe via Iran. (Yah, I was a keed. Like, ya know?)

But yah, why'm I suddenly reminded of this shiznit? Cause baby, checkit:

Kaliber10000 is back up and runnin' and rockin' the joint like there ain't no tomorrow.

Corduroy-stylee; w0t? Yah.

// ALSO

Friday night, NYU's very own Asian Cultural Union hosted their annual ACE (Asian Cultural Expression) show. As the largest and most-professional student-produced show of its kind of the east coast, this was definitely not something to be missed. And mad props to Miss Karen Lin and Mr. Brian Li for their kickass work. Next year, it'll smack down competition even harder.

DequinixPHOTOFOLIO | 2002 APR 18 ACU: ACE XIX (fashion)

2002 APR 18 BOUNCING THROUGH THE URBAN LANDSCAPE

Apartments in Manhattan: A dangerous yet intriguing topic. The satisfaction gained from finding a suitable abode for thyself here is unmatched by any other locale on this planet. (Well, alright, I'm not too sure about other high-priced metropolita such as London and Tokyo, but I'm taking an edumacated guess here.) I've been saying this and that about getting my own place for a year plus now, but problems always arise, of which money is the simplest. After nearly two years, it's still very hard to decipher the local tracts of the city. The other day, for a split second, I thought to myself that I should be happy and completely content to find a modest place in the eastern outskirts of the island—namely Alphabet City's A and B rows—but even that thought crashed when considering the lack of public transportation around the area.

Lately, I've thought about Brooklyn. How it's possible, I don't know, but I've touched down on the land of lore on purpose once and only once since my arrival here. And that was a dark and creepy September summer night back in the double 0. Undoubtedly, therefore, it is only proper and righteous that I make my way there again and appreciate the possibilities, such as Brooklyn Heights, Park Slope and the ever-so-becoming Williamsburg. But leaving the island? Oh, but oh, wouldn't that hurt? Wouldn't it?

Alright, melodrama aside, I'm currently in process to get a single next year (paying a premium of $2K for that, of course) on Third Avenue and 9th Street. A lovely location that would be considering one block down is the ultra-global land of St. Mark's Place filled with sushi, karaoke, console games from 1984 (Colecovision, anyone?) and even an Afghani restaurant. A pop culture phenomenon of sorts, no doubt.

So, these are possibilities. Real estate has never been my expertise, especially in the NYC. I'm more used to paying $800 for a 2 bedroom/2 bath deep in the heart of Texas. Now, I've got my choice places asking $3000 for a 700 sq. feet flat? Absurd. Absurd!

This shouldn't be so complicated. I just want a place that I can call home. That's all I'm asking for.

2002 APR 17 IN A PERFECT WORLD

Being a pragmatist sounds dirty. Always having to look at the practical side of things. No fun, right? It's like going into a Bulls vs. Lakers game nowadays and not paying attention: What would be the point? Mathematically, the chances of the Lakers losing is nearing zero. The better bet would be on whether someone snipes Jerry Krause in the chest during halftime from the championship rafters or not.

Pessimist > cynic > pragmatist > optimist. Notice how those four tend to veer more toward the negative side of things? The thing is, life's not peachy. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out (and I'm certainly not one). But life's state of equilibrium is flawed. It comes in a different flavor than 1+1=2—In fact, it resembles a bit of the Orwellian 2+2=5. Something along the lines of, "If you can match up 2 good things for every 3 bad ones, you're probably content."

Good things are hard to find, but finding them makes the time spent worthwhile. Sounds optimistic, right? Not necessarily. Keeping in mind that there are two sides to every story, that's the key. That's the pragmatic way. Dirty or not, it works. And once in a while, it'll make you smile a big smile.

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