Upper Playground and Obey? Can’t go wrong with that right? Obama on top of that? This should be a no brainer — cop that!
But I’m not feeling this design at all, it’s not jibing quite right and looks like a cheap bootleg screenprint on a nice hoodie. I’ll wait for the next design and colder weather before I drop $60 on a sweatshirt.
Obey x Upper Playground Obama Hope Hoodie | Hypebeast
Tags: obama, upper playground, obey
As bad as things have been at work for me I take some comfort in seeing just how much worse things are at Yahoo!, especially for Jerry Yang. Peep the pic of Yang w/ the Google founders — that man is defeated.
One of the draws of working in New York was doing my 9-5 (more like 7-10) at company’s prime office near NYU. There is always something happening in the area, the bars are great, the energy is incredible, and the building is a solid 8/10. Oh and my glutes are loving these standard Herman Millers.
One of the unexpected benefits was the range of free sodas available in our communal fridge. Sure this isn’t Google but we got a nice variety of beverages including Coke, Diet Coke, Diet Pepsi, Ginger Ale, Soda Water, Bottled Water, and MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE Diet Dr. Pepper! (it really does taste like regular Dr. Pep btw)
I down about 4-5 of these on the regular, may be more if its a really challenging day at the grind. I’m sure it’s not good for me but it can’t be worse that all the shit I breath in on my way to work.
The roommate is starting to feel the love of the DDP but he’ll never wrench himself free of Diet Mountain Dew, the lesser sperm count reducing diet soda. I swear he’d be a happy man if he could get an IV of DMD straight into his veins — the man is HOOKED (think Pooky & Crack in New Jack City). I think we need an intervention.
So in summary I highly recommend DDP as the thirst quencher of choice. You can pick one up at your local deli or duane reed, just be sure to wipe off the CM of dirt on the top of the can before you drink it. Oh and don’t be fooled by the “Limited Edition” Indy cans, they’re far from limited and taste the same!
My first summer in New York has been terrific thus far. The festivities, the energy, the attire, relatively reasonable weather (wait till August hits) but there is something I can’t get my head around. At least once a day I’ll get slapped in the face with a pungent smell of hot garbage. I’ve personally never heated up garbage over the stove but I imagine if I took your run of the mill trash and took a blow torch to it the odor would be on par. The natural reaction to unpleasant smell is to identify the source — but thats the thing… I don’t see any garbage laying around anywhere close to my nasal raping. This is truly puzzling and a bit disturbing I must say.
So this down comforter was up on craigslist about a week ago with the same type of offer — “name your price”. Well I was in the market for a down comforter for my new bed, something light for the summer but warm enough for the winter yet disposable enough for me to toss before I go back to Cali. My offer to the anonymous CL address was $50. A few hours later I get an email from lady named Margaret asks me to come up to UES to check it out. We exchange a few more emails going back and forth on the duvet cover and sham sets. She wants more money. Fuck it, I figure $50 for something that usually costs x4 the amount is a good deal even without the douche smelling duvet cover or pillows.
Well I give her a call when I get off the train like she requested.What happened next really made me want to kick a poodle. She insists that I tell her EXACTLY where I was and after finding out I was 2 blocks away at the 68th st station she tells me that someone offered her $100. Really? Did I seem like an idiot or really that desperate for a second hand comforter? After politely declining to match the offer she tries to encourage me to come by and see the set. In my mind I tell her to go fuck herself and keep it movin to the Walgreens where I pick up some delicious trail mix and some nice bath scents.
So tonight I run upon her new post asking someone to make an offer for her comforter and shitty table. She coulda had my $50 but instead is going to get low balled or end up giving it away for free. That’s what you get you money grubbing wench.
NAME YOUR PRICE A NICE DOWN COMFORTER AND DUVET COVER SET FOR A FULL / QUEEN BED
917-439-1911
Tags: home, duvet, comforter, bed, craigslist
“Stella Red Convertible Sofa Bed Chair Set”
This has got to be one of the most versatile couches I’ve ever seen. It’s a 2 seater couch, 2 twin sized beds, 1 full size bed, 2 chaises, 2 chairs, and a whole lotta persona.
Tiny Living in NYC has it for $720 + tax and 15% off right now. I may have to convince the roomate this is the one.
The only problem is that all that functionality may not translate into comfort.
Arrrrrrrrg I made it all the way to the time slot selection screen only to find out that the 8:15 slot was already taken after I selected it. I scrambled to select another time but all I saw were the dreaded red X’s. Till tomorrow 10am Momofuku Ko — I will not lose.
Tags: momofukuko, food, reservations
Air conditioner? check!
VPN connection? check!
Dunkin Donuts Coffee? check!
Desk? check!
Chair? …
I guess I can sit on my bed and work. I don’t have a good feeling about this…
July 5th, 2008 was not kind to me. Cranberry and vodka was not kind to me. Not even a pepsid tab would help me last night. Sometimes you just gotta know when to stop and refuse a drink even if you come off as a dick.
Hung out with A, H, J, and W last night and stayed out till ~3am in LES. I think some people went to get pizza, unfortunately for me food was exiting, not entering my body.
On a brighter note I met some cool folks at People in LES — there were a crew of DJs spinning stuff I was really feeling. One guy in particular was pretty cool, I think his name was Henry. The venue was nice, maroon walls, ambient lighting, upstairs and downstairs areas for dancing and chilling respectively, good music, and drink prices that were reasonable for NYC (~$9). I def want to hit up that spot in the future but for now I need a bloody mary.
I’m really starting to hate CL. Why? Wow where do I start?
How about that cunt ball Joann (who the hell spells Joanne without the ‘e’?). Joann and I communicated for over 2 days and setup a time for me to pickup of her shitty red carpet for $10. That evening I hopped on my Dahon and proceed to fly down 1st Avenue during rush hour traffic (insane, I know) to meet at our scheduled time. To my dismay, after biking for 60 blocks I find out that the whore sold the rug to someone just minutes earlier. What? Really? What the fuck did I do to you? Didn’t we just talk 30 minutes before I got there? Needless to say I was upset, tired, and disappointed I didn’t have a carpet for my new apartment. I hope Joann slips and falls on a huge pile of horse dung in CP.
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