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Boola Boola, Boola Boola: Yale Says Yes, 4 Times

By JACQUES STEINBERG

Published: December 18, 2009

DANBURY, Conn. — Ray Crouch, a senior at Danbury High School, logged onto the computer in his family’s living room just after 5 p.m. on Tuesday and entered the Web site of the Yale admissions office.

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Kenny, Martina, Ray and Carol Crouch have until May 1 to decide whether to attend the same college or to branch out.

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Kenny, Martina, Ray and Carol Crouch have collectively made more than 30 applications to college, and not to all the same places.

Suddenly the screen turned blue — Yale blue — and an image of a bulldog, the university mascot, appeared, followed by “Welcome to the Class of 2014.” Ray, 18, had been offered a spot in the next freshman class, under its early-admission program. Standing behind him, his mother, Caroline, screamed.

But that was only the beginning. Moments later, Ray’s brother, Kenny, also 18, went to the Yale site and got an identical message. He was followed by their sister Carol. Same news. Then the room fell silent. Ray, Kenny and Carol are quadruplets, and their sister Martina had applied to Yale, too.

“I was thinking, it’s going to be really awkward when I don’t get in,” Martina recalled Friday.

But the computer turned blue for her as well, which prompted such an outpouring of joy from their mother that she wrestled their father, Steven, to the floor in a hug.

The Crouches’ perfect batting average represents a first for Yale — the first time in anyone’s memory that it has offered admission to quadruplets. It is also, of course, no small milestone for the siblings, who were born more than two months premature. (Ray was the last to be released from the neonatal unit, more than four months later.)

They made up for that rough start. Their class rankings range from 13 out of a class of 632 (Kenny) to 46 (Martina) — and they have sky-high SAT scores (including Carol’s perfect 800 on the verbal part of that exam).

But whether any one of them, let alone all four, winds up at Yale remains an open question. Under Yale’s early-admission program, accepted applicants can apply to other colleges and need not make up their minds until May 1.

For one thing, money is still an issue. With a father who works for the State of Connecticut as a case manager in the Department of Mental Health, and a stay-at-home mother who is studying for her master’s degree in social work, the quadruplets say their decision will be heavily influenced by financial aid.

“We have to be practical,” Kenny said.

While the family has some savings, the four say they do not want their parents to have to pay much of anything for their education.

As a so-called need-blind institution, Yale commits in advance to meet any admitted applicant’s financial need. But it is the university — and not the student — that defines what that need is. For the Crouches, such calculations will be made further down the road. They have yet to complete their financial aid paperwork.

What they have done, though, is submit applications to other colleges — more than 30 applications, collectively. In fact, Kenny received a phone call last week confirming aHarvard interview.

While all four have also applied to the University of Connecticut — only Martina has received a response, and it was positive — each has also submitted applications to colleges that the others have not. Kenny, a standout sprinter regarded by his siblings as “the brain,” has also applied to Princeton, Williams, Johns Hopkins and the University of Pennsylvania, among other institutions.

Martina, an obvious free spirit — she wears a smudge of bright red makeup under each eye, to promote eye contact — is intrigued by Wesleyan, as well as New York University. Ray, a long-distance runner, has applied to Duke and Brown. And Carol, the family’s acknowledged social conscience who wears her brown hair in an oversize Afro, is interested in Boston College, as well as Wesleyan and N.Y.U.

In an e-mail message Friday, Jeffrey Brenzel, the dean of admissions at Yale, said, “Their applications were terrific, and we simply hope that they will all decide to come!”

Asked if Yale had any policy on admitting members of the same family as a package, Mr. Brenzel said, “We don’t feel an obligation to render the same decision on siblings in the same year.”

But Mr. Brenzel said the enormous financial burden facing their parents — four children starting four years of college in the same year — would be a factor in assessing their financial need. He wrote: “All financial aid offices, ours included, always take into account the number of other children in the family in determining an aid award.”

Even before receiving the good news Tuesday, the Crouch children had drawn attention here for their many activities; their acceptances from Yale were reported Friday in two local papers, The Connecticut Post and The News-Times of Danbury.

While the Crouch siblings are similar in many ways — all four love to laugh, and are volunteers at the Danbury Public Library — the essays they submitted to Yale indicate part of what makes each unique.

Carol wrote, in part, about tutoring children in special education. Ray chose a subject that he hoped would catch an admissions officer off guard: his oblique muscles (not just to emphasize his identity as an athlete, but also his propensity for “nonlinear” thinking).

Martina, the iconoclast, built a whole essay on the phrase, “I’m not going to stop you...” which her mother had once uttered to her. Kenny described visiting the village in Nigeria where his mother grew up.

The siblings said their mother and father had met as students at Western Connecticut State University here, and had always emphasized the importance of education.

One advantage that Yale may hold in landing the four Crouch children is that they seem reluctant to part, after being inseparable for so long. Which is not to say they have not imagined what it would be like to go solo.

As Kenny put it: “It might be fun to go somewhere where I’m not ‘one of the quads.’ ”

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Just for the time being

Ugh, irritable customer. And people wonder why things like Columbine/VirginiaTech and etc. happen.

Maybe I'm just pessimistic.

Fact Of The Day.

Perfume differentiations.

Perfume types reflect the concentration of aromatic compounds in a solvent, which in fine fragrance is typically ethanol or a mix of water and ethanol. Various sources differ considerably in the definitions of perfume types. The concentration by percent/volume of perfume oil is as follows:

• Perfume extract (Extrait): 15-40% (IFRA: typical 20%) aromatic compounds
• Eau de Parfum (EdP), Parfum de Toilette (PdT): 10-20% (typical ~15%) aromatic compounds. Sometimes listed as "eau de perfume" or "millésime".
• Eau de Toilette (EdT): 5-15% (typical ~10%) aromatic compounds
• Eau de Cologne (EdC): Chypre citrus type perfumes with 3-8% (typical ~5%) aromatic compounds
• Splash and After shave: 1-3% aromatic compounds

Perfect

FIVE SECRETS TO A PERFECT RELATIONSHIP...

1. Its important to have a woman who helps at home, cooks, cleans & has a job.

2. Its important to have a woman who can make u laugh.

3. Its important to have a woman who u can trust & doesn't lie.

4. Its important to have a woman who is good in bed & likes being with u.

5. Its very, very important that these four bitches don't know each other

oh word?

Word?

Your thoughts are anchored to a greater reality based off of the symbols that you have in your mind. If you don't have symbols that belong to you...you are operating under the auspices of the symbol maker

Possible interpretation:

Basically ... the things we know, symbols (great example is a Stop sign) aren't things that are already understood, it's something that someone has created for us to understand. (Names of colors, Peace signs and the symbolism behind them..)

Say you make a logo for your band ... it didn't mean anything until you gave it meaning. You tell people what it means and what it stands for, and that's what people believe it to be.
So with that quote, symbols of things are given to us at birth...but if you don't have your own meaning of things, you are being controlled by what society has told you to be true.

enjoy.

Is it time for 'The Simpsons' to 'g'oh'?

I grew up with the Simpsons. It was the one show where I got giddy every Sunday night. I was excited to watch every Halloween episode. I was excited for every special guest drawing and voice. I was excited for Bart and his troubles, Lisa and her smartness, and Homer with his signature d'oh. I believe twenty would be a glorious season to finish the series, but as noted in this article, money continues to be coming from the well. There are many strong points made for the show. I stopped watching it back in the late nineties religiously, when I started getting into the higher grades of school I think. I just got bored of the episodes; they just weren't wildly funny as well. The episodes became just a chuckle here or there. I may try to watch the upcoming Sunday episode, to see what I have been missing, and see if there is actual life to the show and whether in my own opinion whether they should continue after gathering a recent episode. GOD, I loved the Simpsons, where have you gone?

(CNN) -- As it turns 20 on Thursday, "The Simpsons' " greatest enemy may be itself.

For many fans -- particularly hard-core followers in the mold of the show's sneering Comic Book Guy -- the glory days are long past. Some refuse to watch anymore; others admit they still find it funny, but they're disappointed the show didn't bow out at the top of its game.

Jacob Burch, an administrator of the "Simpsons" site NoHomers.net, is one of those fans.

The characters have gotten flat, says Burch -- who, at 23, has practically been watching the show his whole life -- and it's more likely to go for cheap laughs nowadays.

"It seems less cohesive, more about trying to get the jokes in there, instead of make a story and let the jokes come off of that," he says, adding, "I just think there's only so much you can do [with the characters]."

On the site, Burch now focuses on the show's history, letting the more passionate fans moderate the chats about current episodes.

John Ortved, author of a new oral history of the show, "The Simpsons: An Uncensored, Unauthorized History" (Faber and Faber), agrees. "It's clearly not as good," he says. "I think the only people who think it's good -- or as good as it was -- are [producer] Al Jean and [co-creator]Matt Groening."

Ortved makes the case that despite new writers and characters, the show has fallen out of touch and gotten more craven, playing to guest stars and cross-promoting other Fox shows. "What's been described to me is ... Al Jean just doesn't get it," he says. "The young, hip writers are either getting their jokes annihilated by Al Jean and his sort of yes men, or they've stopped writing them because they know they're going to get rewritten anyway."

While not directly addressing the complaints, Groening and Jean have said "The Simpsons," whose 20th anniversary special is scheduled for January, isn't going anywhere. In February, Groening told CNN that he'd "be surprised if we close up anytime soon. ... The show's still fun to do."

And Jean, who has acknowledged the criticism in interviews, has said he believes the show is still potent. (Neither was available for interviews for this piece.)

Most observers agree the show has declined from its heyday, defined by fans as roughly lasting from seasons three through eight. But then, those episodes set an extremely high bar. Sidebar: The "Simpsons" comedy tree

In the 1990s, "The Simpsons" was one of the most inventive shows ever broadcast, taking on high and low culture with equal abandon, becoming engrained within the culture at large. It was revolutionary; at the very least, it helped make Fox a big-league player.

Today, with its 442 episodes airing all over the world, it's "like the new Disney ... it's iconic," says Chuck Coletta, a pop culture instructor at Bowling Green State University. (Indeed, it's iconic enough to have a ride at Disney competitor Universal Studios Hollywood.)

Colleagues and some fans stand behind Groening and Jean. Seth MacFarlane, whose "Family Guy" has become, to some, the darling "The Simpsons" once was, told Ortved that "it is still funnier than any live-action show that's on television right now. ... 'The Simpsons' has sustained better than 'South Park.' "

And John O'Leary, a Villanova University pop culture professor who has taught "The Simpsons" in his courses, says, "I still enjoy the show. ... I still turn it on and laugh."

Entertainment is full of stories about "jumping the shark," as the plunge into decline has come to be known. Rock 'n' roll fans have mocked the last 25-plus years of Rolling Stones albums; Orson Welles' career is seen as a defining case (though whether the decline started after "Citizen Kane," "Touch of Evil" or "F for Fake" is constantly debated).

In television -- given the competing components of artistic creativity, ratings success and profitability -- picking the right time to say "enough" is a challenge.

Some shows handle the transition gracefully. "The Sopranos" was lauded for going out strongly (though, critics gripe, it wasn't as good as it was in the early days); so were "The Bob Newhart Show" and "The Mary Tyler Moore Show." Some of the most-praised British shows -- "Fawlty Towers" and "The Office" -- had deliberately short runs and never declined.

But such timing is rare; if they're successful with viewers, TV shows will tend to hang around too long -- and then everything falters at once. By the time it was canceled in 1975, "Gunsmoke" -- which "The Simpsons" recently surpassed in longevity -- was a creaky facsimile of the vibrant, thoughtful Western that dominated television in the late '50s, O'Leary says. "It became about the guest stars," he says. (Some have made the same claim about "The Simpsons.")

"The Simpsons" does have a deep well to draw from, maintains Coletta. In Springfield, nobody ages and there's always someone else -- Mrs. Krabappel, Groundskeeper Willy -- or a new trend to do a story about. Other shows, he observes, run out of steam because actors get older or leave. (In recent years, of course, some live-action shows such as "Law & Order" and "ER" have benefited from cast turnover.)

And as long as a show is attracting viewers, it tends to stay on the air -- especially nowadays when the overall audience for broadcast TV has plunged. "The Simpsons" hasn't been immune to audience erosion, but it still beats its Sunday night competition and does well with the desirable adults, the 18-49 demographic.

It also remains a gold mine. Ortved estimates the show has earned $3 billion over its run, thanks to worldwide syndication and its broad-based empire of merchandising. Maintaining the show is key to the riches, says Michael Stone, CEO and president of the licensing and marketing firm the Beanstalk Group.

"As a vehicle [for licensing], the show is worth having," he says. "Without the show, I think the property is in serious decline." Even "Star Wars" has faded without the films in theaters, he points out.

Hollywood economics also argue for keeping the show on the air. As producer Bill Lawrence, who agreed to bring "Scrubs" back this season, told The New York Times, "In this economic landscape, if you have the chance to continue a project, you don't just say: 'No big deal. I'll go work somewhere else.' "

O'Leary, who studied at UCLA, say his friends in the business are struggling for jobs; a sure paycheck such as "The Simpsons" is attractive, regardless of quality concerns.

Moreover, "The Simpsons" continues to attract new audiences. The show airs in more than 90 countries and still appeals broadly: Youngsters appreciate the bright colors and manic pace; older viewers get jokes about "The Jazz Singer" and media consolidation. Many of O'Leary's and Coletta's students weren't even alive when the show went on the air -- and, even as adults, don't get all the jokes.

"Some of the guest stars on the early episodes -- it's almost like watching an episode of Bugs Bunny when Greta Garbo shows up," Coletta says, noting that many of his students would fail to understand the significance of Elizabeth Taylor's appearance in the fourth season.

He sees the desire to knock "The Simpsons" down (while hoping for a comeback) as "human nature" -- but there's no denying the show's impact.

"You see it with [other shows] -- 'Lost' is the greatest show in the world, then 'Lost' stinks now, then 'Lost' has made a comeback. We just do this over and over and over again," he says. "But I think the big thing about 'The Simpsons' is that, I'm teaching a class that's filled with freshmen now, and they don't know a world without 'The Simpsons.' It's part of life."

Even for skeptics such as Burch. Noting that it's still capable of brilliance, he says he wishes the show well -- even if he can't hide his disappointment.

"It's still, I'm sure, better than the average TV show," he says. "If it's still profitable and the people making it are still enjoying themselves, I don't see why [it can't continue], because every now and then there will be that one episode that has a new mind or a great idea or a great new character."

And Ortved? Even with all he learned about the show -- its backbiting, its disappointments, its becoming the thing it once mocked -- he can't help but admire it. Even today.

"I still love the show," he says.

Gives Me Hope

GivesMeHope.com

The anti-FML.

Give it a gander.

Smile.

:)

Kid Cudi - Cudderisback (Booka B Edit)

Here's a remix of Kid Cudi's track "Cudderisback" by a good friend of ours and extended Wants Vs Needs family member, Booka B! Also, this was posted on a various blogs/sites and since yesterday has already hit over 400 downloads! Big up!

Check it out here!

Wednesday

I get home. I go and brush my teeth. I use Colgate with the breath flakes. I go to sleep. The time is ten eighteen.

Truth about Jordan Brand

http://niketalk.yuku.com/topic/214688

I believe most of what is said in this article. Space Jam elevens (not for myself even probably), White Cement fours, and White Cement threes are all that will be purchased next year.

Black and royal ones will be my FINAL Jordan shoe purchase, aside from the white/red/black original colorway of nineteen ninety four.

There Goes The Neighborhood

Before.

http://highsnobiety.com/columns/philipgaedicke/2009/11/07/neighborhood-nazis/

After.

http://highsnobiety.com/columns/philipgaedicke/2009/12/03/neighborhood-store-tokyo/#comments

These are both good reads. These are both good examples of seemingly very relevant discussions with regards to a brands style and it's perceptions. The internet forum strikes again.

Yesterday, I just watched like about ten episodes of "The Boondocks" season one.

edit: Read this http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unit_731 the more you know.

Last Night

Last Night:

I watched "Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs". The premise of this movie is an inventor that makes a gadget that converts water into food of his choice. Water transformed into food, that rains from the sky, what can go wrong? What if you convert too much? Water was not meant to be radiated.

The movie graphics were dope in general as it was computer-generated imagery. It was cool in a newer tweaked version of say Toy Story graphics.

While watching this I was video conferencing with a friend. She was busy watching Weeds. Weeds is about this suburban mother turned Marijuana dealer comedy. She is on like season three. I went whoa, thats a lot of seasons or so. You need to let me borrow that. It sounds like a cool premise for a show. I decided to start getting "The Boondocks" season one and two as well before season three hopefully starts next year. I went to sleep with the computer on.

I woke up at about seven thirty in the morning. I left my place when I usually do, and barely miss the six bus. I miss the bus because the light at Thirty Fourth street turned red on me as the bus just squeezed by after it being yellow. I had to just wait for the bus with another old lady at Thirty Fourth and Hennepin.

Wednesday and Thursday of Thanksgiving time.

Wednesday:

Worked. I went downtown to meet up with Jannine. We watched the Blind Side. She got tickets. I got Buncha Crunch along with Milk Duds. It was a pretty good movie. It was sad at times. Sandra Bullock is a hot older lady. She had blonde hair. The movie is about an guy called Big Mike, who goes from "stupid" to getting a scholarship for football and becoming drafted in the NFL as a left tackle. Movie was really good, so were snacks.

We get out of the movie at twelve o four. We thought the bus stop comes at twelve eleven. We go to the Hennepin and Seventh street stop waiting. We look at the stop times, but it does not show. I was wondering why it is not on the schedule. We go check the next stop, which is Hennepin and Eighth street. It shows up there, because the bus takes Nicollet. While were were waiting at the Seventh street stop, my old roommate and Allan and the short guy see me on their way to Barfly for two dollar drinks or shots.

Me and Jannine missed the bus. We try waiting until half past midnight. We then start walking. The next bus was not coming until one eleven in the morning. We walked through Loring Park and up Hennepin. I end up getting home the time that the bus is supposed to pick us up in downtown.

Jannine was in a trooper hat like thing with a red lumberjack jacket I think, her new super high top furry Sorels and jeans. She does not wear jeans too often as well.

Thursday:

I slept without the alarm on for the first time in months. I woke up at about ten thirty about. I surfed the internet for a little while then. I got ready for the bus at twelve fifty eight. It takes me two hours to bus home. I had to take the bus from Thirty Second and Colfax to downtown Minneapolis, then the ninety four to downtown Saint Paul, then waited there for twenty minutes for the seventy one to go to the corner from my house. I ate some turkey and rice when I got there. I then watched my little brother playing Modern Warfare two, while I watched Saw VI. I then took a nap. I took a nap after eating and watching the two things. I wake up to my uncle and company here. I grabbed some turkey, mash potatoes, gravy, stuffing, potatoes, and potatoes. I eat a whole plateful, then grab the cheesecake. All this is homemade by one of my aunts. She made everything, and then have pecan pie and pumpkin pie from Sam's Club.

I listened to family noise and game playing for a little while. I ended up going to my brother's room and sleeping for like an hour or two. I was tired still. When its about time to go home, my uncle gave me four monster drinks before leaving, I gladly appreciated them for the next day. My brother gives me a ride home; I get home about eleven or so. He drops me off and then heads to Rosedale to camp out for Black Friday sales. I end up going to sleep about midnight or a little half after midnight. Friday comes next, maybe in the morning, or in a little bit. I did not even stuff myself at Thanksgiving. I had a can of pop as well with each meal I had there.

Friday and Saturday next.

Lupe Fiasco - All The Way Turnt Up

Lupe Fiasco - All The Way Turnt Up [Lyrics]

Microphone Check, I make em all bounce,
every Teller in Bank of America, make em all count.
You gone need the whole staff to add up the amount...
it's gonna take to pay me off to keep me out your house,
to keep me in my zone so that I don't zone out.

I'm Rich and Po' like Zone 4, thoughts is deep like Tone Loc,
walk with me like old folk, 'cross your street a score's goal'ed,
I don't rap I hockey rink...'cause my flow is so cold!

I am on my "umm hmm," they are on they "Oh, No!"
I am really in here (hair), they ain't real like Soul Glo.
Don't you know I'm so sho, them n****'s got no Glow,
find a master for you can come back into the DoJo!

Lupe got his mind right, N**** this is my mic
and I've come to take it all back like MILLER HIGH LIFE!!!
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_OxCHyLLkU)
He must not be tied tight...back against the wall...
he will throw a ball, like he playin' Jai Alai.

I'll do the register, you just get them fries right.
I don't trust America, after watchin' Zeitgeist.
Take a look at my stripes, chest looks like a tiger' arm
and I'm hot as tiger balm, fire like a five-alarm,
(???.....) get ya fire-fighter on....

I ain't worried 'bout you hoes (hose). I don't even need to roll.
I turn down your Ex like how you put your tires on.
Once I get these tires on I buy a bomb and tie it on
and ride this around the entire song, find a line to drive it on,
park it near a metaphor, wait for it, the timer's on,
you can turn your hydrants on, I'll just turn my wipers on,
wipe it off then wipe me down but don't forget about my bomb!

Ohwee. Lupe goes. Thanksgiving and Wednesday events later. Black Friday events coming soon, even though I try to keep work out things out of the blog since it is shitty and boring and repetitive for the most eighty percent of the time.

~P

Fri.Sat

Fri.

Wants Versus Needs. Caffreys. Emily's. Watched hour of Inglorious Basterds.

Slept at 5am.

Saturday.

Boring. I did laundry. Slept. Overslept. Might get fined now at work:(

Vikings won. It is 9-1 for the record now.

TWTh

T:

Tuesday night I think I just chilled at home and began Inglorious Basterds. It ended at about one in the morning about. It was stupid awesome. The movie was great, minus using subtitles in French and German. It was a great two and a half hours or so. I want to watch Boondock Saints 2 and others, but time management I suck at. I snoozed after slightly.

W:

I get home, surf the internet a little bit, then hit up Jannine and Emily. Asked if I wanted to hang out, we did. Emily picked me up and we drove like few blocks to Barbette. We got their happy hour fries two times and one of the 3 oyster sets, and a few weird beers, and Jannine with red wine. I don't remember the conversation.

I finished this late beer Jannine ordered, which had an eerie taste, which Emily originally selected. We head to McDonalds on Lagoon and Hennepin. I got a McFlurry and the ladies got some swirl sundaes. More talk, I spilled a drop of flurry on my hoody, OREO McFlurry.

Th:

Scion Metro "rave, tech, or dub" I think type of music. It was chill. I got there at eleven about. The usual people rolled through. It got packed and people were vibeing to the sounds and lights. I had a Red Bull. I didn't want to party out and be too tired for Friday. I left First Avenue headed home, chatted with Emily some more, then snoozed about three thirty I think. Jannine snoozed early, headache and after being at the Whole at the University of Minnesota already.

Bangs is the truth. Trust he going to make it big. Just watch the video.

Tonight. Wants Vs. Needs 5 or 6 or Whatever. After party as well. Hoefully not too exhausted.

~Lefty

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Actual Photos.

10/17/09: Nice Jordans on the Left. Fake as fuck.

10/24/09: First sunlight after about a weeks worth of gloom and rain. This view is from the bus stop to work in the morning.

11/06/09: Another picture of fake Jordans worn into this mall, while the person browses for real Jordans.

11/06/09: Uptown Diner at three or four in the morning. We took up three booths.

11/12/09: Picture at my place. After tour I gave, toured my place. This is the obligatory Myspace camera held in front of faces picture.

11/15/09: Another fake affair. Most unique color-way I have seen of the Jordan three so far.

C'est les photos.

Photos

So I have been writing mostly the last few days, where are all the photos, or any?

I haven't been taking many photos, but there are some. Internet at work is on a twenty eight point eight kilobyte style. I have been told we are switching to Comcast because Qwest wants to jack up our price by twenty dollars a month more. I have been using the mall free wifi.

Pictures will be up tonight with explanations or subtitles.

Yesterday was Sunday.

I woke up at eleven thirtyish. I was already late at wakeup. I hopped in the shower, then hopped out, threw a dusty white tee on and jeans, bounced over to the bus stop. I luckily caught one on the way past my stop, and luckily pedaled up to it after about a block and a half. I end up getting into work around twelve ten to work. I'm going to skip this bullshit work part, because talking about that outside of work is slightly depressing and unnecessary. The highlight was the Vikings win though.

I got off work at six. I got on the bus, the six, to Hennepin avenue and twenty fifth street. I began walking east towards Lyndale street. I got past Jannine's and Emily's and Ryan's place. I get to Lyndale, realize then that I went one block too far. I was headed to Common Roots coffee shop, where Jannine and Emily were studying. I get there and grab a seat. I met a usual that seems to have been there before. Apparently, he is in the neighborhood by J and E as well. I put my headphones on and surf a little on the internet in my own world a little bit while Jannine and Emily finish up a section or so. I accidentally disconnected Tyler's( I think that was the name) power cord while removing Jannine's and I felt like he acted like he lost a thesis paper he was typing or something, but all that was lost as the steady charge to his Macbook, which was running on adapter power, but has his battery as well. He seem so shook:/ We headed over to Quang's vietnamese restaurant on Nicollet because Emily didn't want me eating at Kowloon, which is my usual Sunday night meal. She didn't want me eating at Kowloon because of an incident regarding her mom. I had the Bun Bo Hue. Jannine ordered the Vermicelli seafood pho i think. Emily just ordered the basic pho. We had the usual sauces of Hoisin and Sriracha. I killed my, drank all the broth and everything. Jannine and Emily had to put theirs into a container and bring it home. We stayed there for a little while longer after eating. I ended up talking about some internet speak, then moving onto music, then onto drugs, then onto something else I think. I think I mumbled a lot, because Emily had the face where she didn't know what I said. Jannine seemed to hear me easier as she was sitting next to me. We proceed to leave, and while we head to the register all the waiters and waitresses begin eating dinner. We overhear one of the girls say "Suck my dick". I thought this was lulz because it was a she who said it. I ended grabbing this jello-like dessert to go as well. It is green with yellow interior between another green jello layer. We leave and head out, but Jannine has a craving. We head to the Mexican bakery that is across the street. Jannine grabs a danish and something else. I don't know what she grabbed. Emily gets a churro. We head out. I get dropped off. I sleep, but wake up around two or three in the morning. I use the restroom, the spiciness caused an upset stomach. I also tried to watch blankety blankety movie with subtitles as well, but fell asleep. I ended up talking to Drew as well before going back to sleep around four in the morning. Emily ended up eating her pho that while I talked to her after waking up. Jannine ended up eating hers today. Tonight I decided to ride around Calhoun on the way home. I was in a mood to ride, but ended up not riding as much, maybe tomorrow. The Gucci dunk high by Nike SB, aka the RESNs, came out today as well at Familia. They sold out instantly around three or four in the afternoon. I was hoping to get one.

I got home and chilled for the most part. Tired. Yeah, I know this is one big block. So what? I was too lazy to separate into paragraphs.

~Lefty

So I've decided to upload pictures to photobucket and then rip them from that onto this Netbook, and then upload it, so must wait until tomorrow night.

Saturday Night.

Fight Fight Fight. Fight night.

Well, I got off work. I biked home, got there about nine thirty six, so it was good timing. I hopped in the shower, because I had bike sweat. I get a text from Emily saying "Get over here, I'm surrounded by white people". I chuckled. I also got a few calls or so from a number I haven't added to my phone, ends up being Jannine. I was to pick her up from her place, because she lives across the street, literally. I grab my things after showering and bike over pretty quickly using Fremont street, I thought it was Dupont, wrong way of the alphabet. I end up getting there, wait a few minutes on the bike while she comes outside. We make our way to Emily's.

Emily's place is with a roommate named Lloyd. Lloyd had like a few streams lined up for the fight. It was like three and some change dollars, pretty cheap. The quality was pretty high and smoothly streamed. We got there before the main event. We watched the national anthems and such.

I had a Heineken. We watched the fight. The fight was a lot better than the last few fights. No early endings. It was good like the first half, then Pacquiao took over and flurry fisted Cotto. He eventually got a TKO in the eleventh round. We headed out to meet Emily's church friends who headed out to the Red Dragon during the fight. We had an interesting trek there.

At the Red Dragon, I didn't want to drink anything, I just wanted some chicken wings. The smell from the night before made me crave them. I ordered chicken wings, Emily ordered a Molly Ringwald and cream puffs. Me and Jannine ate the wings. The wings I was dipping into some spicy mustard. The spicy mustard was strong sort of. It was giving my nose that tingly feeling after taste in my nostrils. Me and Jannine ended up helping Emily with the Ringwald. I had it because I needed something to wash my mouth and throat with. I had fun with Jannine's iPhone and iCamera. Conversations were good and laughter was a surplus.

We ended up going back to Emilys. Jannine headed home. She drank a whole bottle of wine, so much alcohol. Mark slept on this inflatable pad. Lloyd was snoozed out. Me and Emily watch Mary and Max. It ended up being sadder of a movie than the trailer portrayed it as. We both ended up falling asleep during a 5 minute span and woke up to what the heck is going on. Emily woke up and made ramen with bokchoy. I ended up finishing it because she didn't, I don't know why. It was scrumptious. I ended up leaving around five in the morning, after she coerced me into flossing and brushing my teeth, since I said don't brush my teeth before sleeping. MY mouth did feel minty fresh sort of. Pictures would of been available, but none taken and shitty upload speeds at work force me to do it at home, which is a little tough.

I bike home, end up remembering what time I slept for the first time in days. I slept at five thirtyish.

C'est La Vie.

~Lefty

Thursday Night and Last.

Thursday Night:

My Supreme box logo grey pullover was to arrive on this day. UPS dropped it off, I was notified by my brother via Facebook.

After work, I biked from Southdale in Edina, Minnesota to home, in Uptown at thirty second street and Emerson Avenue South. I get in and see I have a missed call from Emily. I text back that I just got home, 5 minutes after the call. I get ready which was just changing biking clothes to a white V-neck shirt, because I was planning to wear the pullover home over it. It was only fifty five degrees Fahrenheit outside as well, warm enough where I was wearing shorts as well. Emily comes over with Jannine. They are in a green Camry I believe. I hop in the back to half a mock duck Bun Mi they offer me. Jannine takes a photo of me in the back seat with the sandwich in my hand. We drive off.

We go off using interstate thirty five W north to highway thirty 36 east to Rice street to country road B to McMenemy street to my house. Stalkers. They know where I live now!

Along the car ride they tell they went to this place called Sephora. They bought so much makeup and such to get like this free gifts and used coupons. Jannine bought like an eye curler thing and some non-crease eyeliner I think. She got this clutch purse thing with a lot of sampler makeup as well for the gift item. Emily bought some things too, but did not see it, since she was driving. She was upset about not getting the gift bag. She ended up going again Friday. Ended up buying enough to last a lifetime I think. so she did get the bag.

Got to my house. They came in. I gave a tour of the house. Brosef and Lil' Brosef were not home at the current time of arrival. I showed them the pullover that I was excited to get. It seemed just right. I wished the sleeves were a little slimmer, but I fucks with it. It was really thick and shit. It felt on point, minus the price tag. I showed them my little brothers room, as that was where a winter blanket was. It is a thick Asian one with a peacock imagery on it. Jannine said the house was "very asian" and I was like "yup". I felt it could of used some cleaning. Well, in comparison to my place, was sloppier anyways. I'm obssessed about an organized room though:(

As I was rummaging in my brother's room, my grandma woke up and came out to see me. I said hi and she did the same. We exchanged conversation in Cambodian, Jannine and Emily looking befuddled at the exchange of gibberish, and then I grabbed some candy from my brothers trick or treating. We then left.

The way that Emily drove back was interstate thirty five E south to interstate ninety four west to Hennepin Avenus south. Once back at my place I gave them a tour of that, which was minuscule to their places. They sat on my couch and we talked for a little while until about one past midnight. I ended up telling about my parents and that case. I also got traded them two Le Tigre beanies for the ride instead of biking home, which saved me some time. They fit their head nicely; no more cold scalps.

They were falling asleep and getting dry eyes because I had my mini heater on blowing hot air.

End day.

Friday night:

It was misting when I went outside from work. I biked to Drew boulevard and sixty sixth street. I caught the bus here to home in Uptown. I bike the few blocks from the Hennepin street.

I showered and headed out to meet Emily, Jannine, Ryan, and Pieter at Dulono's pizza at Lyndale and Lake street abouts. On the way there I was pulling up to this intersection, all way stop signs. The bus perpendicular to me was like at a semi-stop and was about to go; I was thinking about not stopping and just going, but decided to veer left and make a circle round while letting the bus pass. BAD IDEA. The bike slid out from under me and I was on my left side. It was wet outside mind you. I had a left calf scrape from the fall. It ended up stinging for most of the night minus the alcohol numbing. I was wearing rolled up jeans, a flannel, and light packable coat.

Dulonos. I found them, seemed the token Asian group in the restaurant. I finished the pizza that was leftover. They had been there since eight in the evening. The pizza was sort of left over because the waiter spilled some beer I think on it. I tasted some beer, but I didn't care at the moment. Interesting funny stories here and there about an hour later, we decided to head out and meet some of Pieter's friends at the Red Dragon. I dropped off my bike blocks away at home, then they picked me up in a black manual Pontiac Sunfire.

Along the way weird stories or so, I do not remember specifically, Ching Chong came up making racist remark of what kids called one of them in school when they could not pronounce their name. We ended up having fun bringing that up during the night for laughs.

Once we were at Red Dragon, the orders that came up were an Michelob Golden Draft and two Wondrous Punches (Bacardi Dark, Light, 151, Grenadine, Juice mix of 4 things I don't remember). The wondrous punch tasted like they put too much alcohol. No flavor of the Grenadine or Juice. It was a disappointing disaster. we ended up sipping it slowly until it was gone, took awhile. I met Cathy, Emily's new roommate in December. There were a lot of black people at the Red Dragon. I was surprised because it is in Uptown. Uptown, I don't see too many black people, no racist.

After many laughs and a cigarette later. I was home at around one after midnight. Thats the time I remember from texting and a phone call I believe.

This morning, I woke up with my left wrist sore. I think it was because of using it to catch my fall slightly last night. Tonight will be the Manny Pacquiao vs. Miguel Cotto. My bet is on Pacquiao :)

Fin.

Last Night

Last night.

Went home.

Watched Naruto episodes 5-10 or so.

Twittered a little.

Aim'd Emily a little.

Fell asleep around around midnight I think. As of late, I haven't been able to remember or notice at what time I've fallen asleep.

Peaces.

Hiroshi Fujiwara interview with Jeff Staple in LTD Pictures

read each page right to left.

Fatsarazzi

From LTD's interview with hustler Fats Shariff.

He hit the nail on the head pretty accurately as to a part of the depression reasons.

Is this (economic) "depression" for real or just for depressed people?

It is real but what annoys me is the elivery. They tell you, "Shell's profits are down 20% based on last year, and there are 1000 jobs at risk." All the people hear is the profits are down. If they made $1 million last year, it means they made $800k this year, they still made money and the jobs that are at risk are because the people at the top still want their cut so they hit the little man The people at the top need to change their thinking about how much is enough, then, shit will change.