Folding Hangover

It's the annual post origami convention letdown.
But here are some pictures of the origami exhibit for your viewing pleasure!

Ilium

I've been up all night reading about gods and heroes, and now it's time for sleep.

Break

I have the next 13 days off.
Besides some origami teaching on Good Friday, the potluck on Holy Saturday, and a wedding the following Saturday, I'm completely free.
What should I do?

Lonely?

I just watched this week's episode of Gossip Girl. Nate and Blair have a moment at the end where they both seem overwhelmed by all the changes/unexpected turns in their ridiculous lives.
I don't like change and I miss being around people. The only ones I see on a somewhat regular basis are my brother and V, everyone else seems to be drifting away. And there still are no candidates for BNF 2009. I need to fix this.

In the middle

I have three midterms the next few days...and I signed up for more Math classes over the summer.

Reading

I just finished my reading.
It's almost 4am.
This might be a long couple of months...

A New Hope

I was walking home tonight after dinner with my parents and I felt really lucky to be alive in the here and now. Granted my health has been better, I'm currently unemployed, and LOVE has been a comedy of errors of late (unlike the epic disasters of years past, mind you), but everything else is fantastic especially when you're listening to Pamina sing of her love for Tamino.

Hard Road Ahead

The election result as momentous as it is, is just the beginning.
I just hope the Dems don't fuck this all up.

Monica

(I will pretend that my friends actually read my blog on a regular basis.)
Monica! Call me whenever you get out of work.

(pre) Fall For Dance 2008

Waited on line to score some Fall For Dance tickets which went on sale at 11AM this morning. MB met me there around 7:30 and we spent the better part of the morning trading stories and gossip. There was a somewhat crazed, Jewish lady in front of us on the line and she became increasingly agitated by the lack of line progress as the clock crept towards and then past high noon. We finally, finally got the tickets after five hours of waiting and made our way down to Cafe Centosette to meet the rest of MB's crew for Sunday brunch. It was a somewhat hectic experience as our waitress seemed to be completely overwhelmed by our mere presence at the tables. But I did enjoy my 2 glasses of OJ and on the way back to the subway, KC and I bumped into Eric van der Woodsen in front of the Strand.

Sweatiest Ever

I was told by a friend that I was the "sweatiest [dude], ever".

This day included the following:
the MoMA
Ruby Tuesday in Times Square
Death Race (2008)
Private Dance Party
Pancakes

I also made a new friend along the way...

Pulse 87

The insomnia is back.
I found my old Walkman and turned on the radio. Stumbled upon WNYZ 87.7 while I was resetting the preset stations. It's a Rhythmic CHR station which basically means it plays dance club music. So now I can go deaf while I go loopy from lack of sleep. Yay.

So tonight's excitement, I met a bunch of dancers on my way home tonight. I was a little drunk as I walked my way back to Union Square after a PG-13 night on the town. I'd passed by several large herds of newbie NYU kids and I assumed the crew on the uptown BMT platform was the same. A W train pulled in and they seemed to be waiting for an N, so I told them to get on. We all boarded together and sat down, but an N train pulled into the express track, so we all changed over and got seats on the express. I was feeling chatty, so I started talking to my neighbor, Lindsey, and eventually was talking to the whole crew (Mandy, Laura, Francesco) about bad choreographers, poor turnout and the upcoming dance/performance season. My own performance on the ride back to Queens was apparently so impressive that the woman sitting across from me started smiling and talking to Laura even though she didn't know any of us. I overheard her say something like, "Only in New York can you have complete strangers blah blah on the train...", but right then the N pulled into my stop.
I believe in NY and I believe that NY believes in Sang. :)

Beijing 2008

It's been two weeks of nonstop Olympics viewing in my house.
And it was an exhilirating two weeks to be sure.
Now I have to go back to my normal life which seems diminished in comparison to the drama and the spectacle of the Olympics.
Everything seems a little less.
And it is.

Breath

So I have this problem, well, I don't know if it's actually a problem, more like a disconnect between my inner and outer lives. Of course, to even write or complain about this sort of thing is ridiculously self-involved, but the who the hell is reading this blog anyway? There aren't enough pics on this blog to warrant checking back on a regular basis (most of the pretty/party pics are in the NY Miscellany blog). The reason I mention this "problem" at all is that I happened to revisit my old Xanga blog, which was refreshingly frank compared to this one (also a somewhat painful walk down memory lane). I just wrote what I felt, no matter how puerile or paranoid or desperate. Not that I want to feel that way again, those were some shitty, shitty nights when I was writing back then, but it feels more real looking back on it now. And there were some moments of joy and hope. Most of the entries in this blog have been rather bloodless and clinical, not exactly in keeping with the title "Ich will dir mein Herze schenken". So on the eve of another half-birthday, I'll finally get around to what I should have done in the beginning - give you my heart.