Forecasted

"The Year of the Pig/Boar 2007 looks to be one filled with impatience, mobility, and change." - www.proastro.com

Sounds right so far; this year of the pig has definitely started with impatience, mobility (or lack thereof), and change.

In moving news, I've found a new apartment, paid the broker, yet I still haven't moved because the contractors haven't finished renovating. Of course, I'd rather they finish before I move in than after; but them being late means I can't move out of my current apartment, and March is coming up! I wouldn't make a big deal of it if they hadn't promised to be done this past weekend.

Living out of boxes isn't as fun as it sounds.

And then there's the extra-rude people on the subway. This woman thinks she owns all the space in the subway car just because she has a child with her. Someone must have cracked open her head and removed the words "excuse me" from her vocabulary, then put in the notion that she can just push people out of the way. If the child wasn't there, I would have turned on the profanity faucet.

And then all the weird dreams - probably due to the stress of my moving date and crazy subway people. Like the one where everyone has a super power and I almost had sex with a straight girl. Maybe my power was bisexualism? I forget.

Anyway, I hope this doesn't continue for the rest of the year!

Prankster Wednesday

There must have been some huge inside joke going on yesterday that I didn't know about. And why did no one tell me?

Walking down the street, I tried to be polite and tell someone they had some schmutz on their forehead and they just gave me the rudest look; like I was crazy.

Or maybe it was some giant art college/fratboy prank to put smudge on people's foreheads without them knowing? Pratt students can be so mischievous!

But the biggest prank of all was last night's episode of Lost. Answering three of the shows' biggest mysteries? Hah!

Thank goodness I had the totally awesome premiere of The Agency (on VH1) the day before, and Heroes the day before that, to carry me through.

Gung Hay Fat Choy!

Happy Chinese New Year everyone! February 18, 2007 starts the Year of the Pig (or more accurately, Golden Pig)!

Unlike the Western negative connotations for 'pig', the Chinese consider the pig (and those who were born in that year) fortunate; for they will be considered happy and healthy.

So go out there and have a Happy and Healthy Chinese New Year! Preferably with some nice, crispy bacon.

Meaningless Valentines

I don't buy into the whole Valentine's Day thing. I honestly believe it's one of those 'holiday's whose sole purpose is to drive capitalism. Now, while I'm all for making money off the saps who want to spend it, let's not confuse it with genuine intention.

It's the same as New Years resolutions. If you really wanted to celebrate the red-hot passionate, or puppy, love you share with someone, why do you need to wait until this arbitrary date? You don't. Just like you don't need a date to start 'eating healthier'.

Of course, I have no problems when couples choose to celebrate their love on this day, but the fact that this day is 'required' defeats its purpose. If you're expected to do it, it doesn't mean you want to do it. And if you don't want to do it, then it's meaningless. Choose a more meaningful date, like your anniversary.

What I consider even worse is the pressure it puts on people. A day to make those sappy singles out feel worse about themselves. And did you know that Feb. 14th is the date with the highest suicide rate? No? Probably because I just made that up - but it's something to think about next year when you're thinking about buying roses and chocolates, eh?

My main beef with Valentine's Day is it allows people to have 'lazy' relationship. "Great, here's one day of the year I say 'I love you', and I'm set for the year!" No wonder St. Valentine was a man. If it's expected, where's the spontaneity? Relationship atrophy. (It took me forever to remember that word!)

And when these expectations can't be met, they become unnecessary disappointments. Like when your Boopy is away with his family and can't enjoy a Valentine's Day dinner with you.

Fortunately I don't buy into the whole Valentine's Day thing. I realize that any day can be special enough to celebrate our love. Seriously, would you be okay with having sex just one day a year?

In Rememberance

Earlier today, after a valiant battle against cancer, Boopy's mom, Judy, passed away. I feel extremely lucky to have had the chance to meet her; she was a wonderful person. I was grateful to have been able to visit her this past weekend and bear witness to just how many lives she touched.

Throughout her ordeal, Judy kept high spirits, laughing and making jokes, and decided when it was all over that we should not be mourning her loss, but celebrating her life; and what a life!

Through the stories I've heard and the pictures I've seen (oh boy, are there pictures), I'm more than certain she lived a life full of adventure, excitement, love, laughs, drama, (not necessarily in that order) all in the while making time for family, friends, and a wine cooler or two.

And even though I will still mourn, I will follow Judy's wishes to celebrate her life. She may be gone, but she lives on in our memories.

Sweet Paprika

A few weeks ago, I was invited out to dinner and a show by this guy. My first choice was to try Rosa Mexicano at Union Square, but the maitre'd said the wait would be about two hours. For two people. To have Mexican food.

Was that the hint for me to slip her a Washington?

And isn't there a Chipotle just around the corner?

Any way, we ended up at Republic, where while the prices are slightly high, the music loud, and the tables crowded; the food is generally palatable. And therefore it attracts an attractive, younger crowd.

After some curry noodle soups and a bit of crowd watching, we met up with the fashionista and headed across the park to the weekly comedy show, Sweet Paprika.

We know the piano player, or as he put it, the Paul Schaffer, of the show. He told us it was gay night! How appropriate! After he regaled the audience with a medley of tunes (all from memory I might add), the gay funny show started.

I wish I could remember the names of the comedians, because most of them were funny; but the special mention goes out to the emcee of the night, Allison, who totally rocked.

Yes, it was rockin', it was raunchy, and the 'tenders were nice and cute. In other words, you should definitely check it out. And let me know so I can come with, k?