Captainmicahp Southerner in Exile

Day 10: RAMEN!

2010-06-11T14:34:00.001-04:00

I love ramen noodles, and Japanese food is great. Ramen from a ramen shop is totally different from the instant stuff we ate in college. I went to Terakawa Ramen near my office, but seeing as how it is the middle of summer I went for the Katsu chicken. Katsu Chicken is panko fried chicken cutlet over rice with a Japanese style curry sauce. It is still pretty rich, but I just didn’t want to eat a huge bowl of soup.

Day 9: Hill Country

2010-06-11T14:31:00.000-04:00

Today is Wednesday, better known as SeamlessWeb day. I ordered from a barbecue spot called Hill Country. Barbecue in New York is never better than average, more like a Disney version of barbecue, than the real stuff from the south. I had a shredded beef sandwich and sweet tea. The sandwich was nice and the sauce was passable, but the tea was at the bottom end of drinkable.

Being a southerner, I am somewhat of an expert in sweet tea. I have thrown out more than my fair share of undrinkable swill marketed as sweet tea here in New York. This stuff passed the test, but barely. It did come in a mason jar that I got to keep, but when a comment about the glass it came in is the nicest thing you can say about a drink, you know it can’t be a good sign.

Day 8: Blimpie's

2010-06-10T10:57:00.000-04:00

In the battle versus subway and Blimpies, I like Blimpie’s a little better. I picked up a turkey on white with tomatoes, lettuce and, onions plus mayonnaise and vinegar. There isn’t much to say about it, just a fast food sub.

Day 7: Sichuan Gourmet

2010-06-10T10:54:00.000-04:00

Sichuan Gourmet on 39^th Street is perhaps the best Chinese Restaurant in New York, and definitely one of the most accessible to the western palate while staying true to their Sichuan roots. Usually when I go there I order the MaPo Tofu, but I wasn’t in the mood for something quite so spicy, so I ordered the shredded chicken in spicy garlic sauce. This was amazing, chicken with garlic sauce is one of my go to dishes at Chinese restaurants, but people always ruin it with carrots or green peppers, and using button mushrooms instead of the wonderful black fungus, but at Sichuan Gourmet, it was spicy and didn’t really include any inauthentic veggies.

Days 5 & 6: The Weekend

2010-06-10T10:43:00.001-04:00

Nothing much to say, Saturday I had lunch at shul, consisting of tuna fish and pita chips (that’s why I hate eating there), and Sunday was deli sandwiches with my grandfathers widow. Weekends are a lunch wasteland, from late starting days to brunch, the weekend conspires to keep you from eating lunch. Why does the weekend hate lunch?

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Day 4: Surprises On The Street

2010-06-08T13:26:00.003-04:00

There is a massive trend of hipsters dropping out of college buying a delivery van and selling food out the back. Of course since these are d-bag hipsters they cant just sell hot dogs and the savory grilled chicken that makes up the bulk of the street meat in New York City. No, these pretentious idiots instead have to sell cupcakes, and Belgian Waffles, or gourmet schnitzel. Just because I find the proprietors and workers of these trucks to be contemptable, so of them make some really good, if not unreasonably expensive food.

I was strolling near Union Square looking for something interesting to eat, and I came across one of these trucks. The Bistro Truck North African Inspired French street cuisine. It smelled nice, and the menu offered a few interesting choices, so I resigned myself to eat a little street meat. I ordered the Mixed Grill which consisted of Lamb, Beef, Chicken, and 1 Merguez Sausage (lamb and beef). Over all the quality of ingrediants was top notch, and the flavors were great. For food from a truck it was at the top of its game. The bad news is it cost $11, where the same food would cost $5 at a halal cart (though I concede it is not the same quality).

Day 3: Welcome to Sabor Country

2010-06-04T13:01:00.005-04:00

I love sandwiches. Such a simple concept, get some bread and put other stuff inside it. When I was a child there was one type of sandwich. It was a couple of slices of bread from a loaf of presliced white or wheat bread with some peanut butter and jelly or turkey and mayo.

Then sometime in the late 80's I became aware of the world outside pb&j. It came in the form of Subway. I know subway is just you run of the mill chain sandwich shop but back then it was a revelation. It was an exotic combination of meats and toppings, the choices seemed endless. ever since those early subway days I have craved the most exotic sandwiches i could find.

This brings me to one of my current favorite sandwiches. It is a traditional Mexican sandwich called a Torta. I know most people have never heard of the Torta and think Mexican food is only Tacos and Burritos. But those people are wrong (and possibly racist).

Tortas are a full flavored punch to the gut with all the fantastic flavors from south of the border along with the homey comfort only a sandwich can deliver. To start you need a special kind of bread called Bollilo (like a soft baguette) that is grilled and pressed flat, you can fill it with anything you might find in a taco (not the Sloppy Joe-esque tacos from Taco Bell), my favorite meat for this preparation is chicken or grilled and chopped cow tongue, but you can also put a schnitzel in. Then come the things that make this sandwich truly great there are sliced tomatoes, lots of shredded lettuce, canned jalapenos, a thin kind of guacamole sauce, refried beans (though I usually ask them to withhold that item) and a little mayonnaise.

These treats are usually only available in the kind of Mexican restaurants that are patronized mostly by expat Mexicans. It is worth finding those little hole in the wall restaurants, the kind your mom wouldn't want you eating in, because a good torta is a great, filling and usually cheap lunch.

Day 2: Literally the Second best Use For The Intrernet.

2010-06-02T13:32:00.005-04:00

Ahh Wednesdays. Wednesdays are a special treat in the middle of the week for me and my coworkers. On Wednesdays our company treats us all to lunch. We are allowed to order from seamlessweb.com. This is an amazing company that has made my life so much better. SeamlessWeb allows you to order from dozens and dozens of restaurants online and pay with a credit card, in fact the only human interaction you have to have is when the surly delivery guy shows up at your home or office demanding you sign the receipt.

I love these guys, the full menus are posted online, and within a few clicks you are all set for a hassle free lunch or dinner. Now one of the wonderful things about New York is our rich culinary variety, and every place delivers. One of the drawbacks is that almost nobody working in the restaurants speaks English well enough to understand you on the phone. so SeamlessWeb is perfect.

I was paralyzed with choice when confronted with the large number of eateries available to me today, but after about a half hour of hemming and hawing I made my choice. Today's special is Shwarma from Olympic Pita.

Olympic Pita is one of those typical New York Kosher restaurants, meaning no matter what the cuisine of the house is, they also offer sushi of dubious quality. Today I steered clear of the sushi and ordered one of my favorite Israeli specialties, Shwarma in Lafah.

The food was pretty good, but there was one complaint, the distribution of toppings in the Lafah was all skewed. For all you heathens who have no idea what a Shwarma Lafah is, it is basically like a burrito, but instead of a tortilla, they use a gigantic round soft piece of bread (like a cross between Pita and Indian Roti) . Ideally you would like all the fillings lined up evenly all along the length of the burrito, but today's example had all the meat on the top, and all the toppings on the bottom, making for an uneven tasting shwarma experience. Other than that it was a perfectly competent Shwarma.

Day 1: A Bad Way To Start

2010-06-01T22:32:00.004-04:00

I love Chinese Food, if I could I would eat it every day. So for the first lunch of my 30 Days of Lunch I chose a Chinese restaurant. Dong Hai (39th St. and 6th Ave.). I have walked by this place a few times, and after reading a positive review online, I thought this would be the perfect kickoff location.

Boy was I wrong. I walked in the door, decor was pleasing, the place looked clean and well decorated, with the usual brusque waitstaff. So far so good, but that's when things went downhill fast. They had the usual 7.95 lunch special with soup and a choice of brown or white rice and an entree. The lunch menu was sparse with only one recognizable choice. Now this isn't some Chinatown locals only kind of place or authentic Sichuan joint, it was straight up American Style Chinese food. It didn't even have General Tso's Chicken.

I ordered Hot and Sour Soup and Kung Pao Chicken. The soup was pretty good, with lots of tofu and black fungus, and it was silky with just the right amount of corn starch, but it was pretty dark, and had too much soy sauce. The worst part was the store bought crispy noodles I like to crunch up in my Hot and Sour soup. frying up wonton skin noodles is so easy, the lack of effort is always disappointing.

about two minutes later (after about one bite of soup) they brought out this day glow orange pile of white meat chicken with two or three peanuts. Everyone knows Kung Pao Chicken should be made with chunks of dark meat, but not here. It was sickly sweet and not even remotely spicy despite all the dried chiles.

It tasted pretty awful, even though the chicken was cooked to just the right texture. Needless to say I will not be returning to this pit of Chinese-esque food.

30 days of lunch

2010-06-01T12:14:00.000-04:00

I live and work in New York City. This may be the food Capitol of the
world, There are more than 10,000 restraurants here. Yet every day for
lunch at work I go to 6 or at the most 10 places for lunch, month in
and month out.

Well all that is about to change. This month I will be eating lunch
from a different place everyday. The rules are simple every day I will
eat lunch from a place I have not yet eaten from during June. I can
eat chinese food from a variety of places and that still counts, but
if I go to a chain restraurant I can't go to another location of the
chain (so only one subway sandwhich for June).

Today is the first day June so in an hour or so my challange begins. I
am pretty excited, let's see if this expirement becomes a hassle.

Sent from my iPhone

Five things I don't like about the iPad

2010-05-10T20:46:00.001-04:00

First let me say, I love the iPad. It really is replacing all but a few of my computing needs, with just a couple of exceptions.

1) Google Reader on the browser is not a great experience. 90% of my time online (outside of work) is spent on Google Reader. It is a great way to manage the flow of information, and it has become my home base on the web. Because I spend my time switching between at least 5 web connected devices, not having to deal with different RSS clients makes things easy. Google has done a great job with making really good web experiences for desktop browsing and phone based browsing. However neither is really suitable for use on the iPad. Google has done a good job with gmail for the iPad, but I am still waiting for reader to be fixed.

2) No Flash. This one has been done to death, but there are still a ton of videos I would like to see that are unavailable to iPad users. And to make matters worse Apple has removed the little question mark cube that used to show up when a flash object wasn't playable. Now I don't even know there is something I am missing.

3) it's kind of heavy. This is also a common complaint, and it isn't really a big deal, but my arms get tired (even though I am really strong).

4) apps are more expensive than iPhone versions. This one may seem kind of petty, but I don't think apps are more complicated to write because the screen is bigger. I know the developers deserve to make money, and $4-$9 isn't that much money in the scheme of things, but now that I am used to iPhone app pricing the premium is just a little more than I would like.

5) I can't charge the iPad from my laptop's USB port. This is a feature I rely on, I live in a tiny apartment and finding a plug that is convenient is a hassle, but just swapping cables in and out of my laptop is really convenient. Also as a frequent business traveller not having to pack the plug is great, one less thing to pack is something I appreciate.

As you can see this is a really nitpicky list. Overall I am completely satisfied with the iPad. I think the relatively minuscule nature of these complaints should clue you in to how much I like the iPad, but if you can't find something to complain about than you can't call yourself an early adopter.

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

My family is amazing

2010-05-05T23:31:00.001-04:00

I am the luckiest boy in the world. Today I was presented with an amazing, wonderful, magical iPad. My amazing parents and my more than beautiful girlfriend gave me a phenomenal birthday present. I knew shifting aimlessly for 15 years after high school before finally getting my shit together would pay off.

I love you mom and dad, and to my girlfriend, plus two (she knows what that means).

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Inflexibility of age

2009-09-08T18:53:00.001-04:00

As my youth quietly slips beneath the rising tide of years, I find myself becoming gripped by the stranglehold of inflexibility. As a younger man, I loved nothing more than to run off at a whim, leaving careful planning and forethought as crumpled heaps covered in a cloud of dust I sped away into the night.

Well times certainly have turned. While in years past I would gladly go out for the evening with only a starting point in mind, I now cower at the thought of an unplanned detour.

This evening is a perfect example. I had an usually busy day today. The frenetic pace was perhaps just maybe half a step ahead of what was mangable for me, so instead of feeling exhilirated, by the end of the day I was exhausted. The only thing on my mind was getting through the last few minutes of the day

A lot of pressure

2009-09-04T09:37:00.001-04:00

About 4 years ago I got I was living in Brooklyn, and commuting in to the city most days via a long subway ride. I usually had about an hour underground in each direction. Back then there weren't iPhones, and I didn't listen to a lot of music anyway so I had find something to do on these long and interminably boring commutes. My mental health was being seriously affected. I was becoming depressed, and I think it was because of the long periods of boredom i was being exposed to on a daily basis.

At that point in my life i had a T-Mobile MDA, which was a remarkable smartphone, and a peice of electronics which had a major influence on my world view and my future.

What was so special about the MDA? It had what I consider the perfect form. It was a large touchscreen device that hid a beautiful keyboard that was exposed when you slid the screen to the right. When I would write using that phone, i could feel the creativity flowing through me. It made me want to write, and I was inspired to blog nearly everyday.

I then upgraded to the Cingular 8525. It was the successor device to the MDA, and its keyboard was even better. The 8525 was my most beloved device i have ever owned. It combined an amazing keyboard with a powerful and modern (for its time) operating system.

I then fell pray to the lure of the iPhone, and though it is an amazing web appliance, media player, and applications platform, it is only good for media consumption, but extremely poor for media creation. I stopped writing, i had left my muse in a drawer.

Now i have this beautiful Touch Pro 2. It has a really nice keyboard, and i feel a lot of pressure to write, and write well. If I decide to keep this thing i hope i can write enough to fulfill my desire.

Landscape email program for iPhone.

2009-05-24T03:14:00.001-04:00

I am testing a couple of landscape email programs for the iPhone. This
is being written on a program called Touch Type. Not a ton of features
but it does include a spell checker. I like it.

Sent from my iPhone

Landscape email on the iPhone

2009-05-24T03:14:00.000-04:00

This post is being written on a program called Fire Mail. It is
cmpletely baebones, it does not include a spell checker or a way to
save your message as a draft. I recommend Touch type over this one.

Sent from my iPhone

Blogging on the go

2009-05-18T02:31:00.001-04:00

Nearly three years ago I began blogging on a mobile phone. I would post almost everyday. I had a long commute on New York's underground railraod system. It provided me with an outlet, and was a really fun way to pass the time.

I felt then as I do now, that my creativity and writing was inspired by the devices I used. The first phone I used was a T-Mobile MDA. It was the first side sliding Pocket PC and had a chiclet keyboard, it wasn't the best keyboard out there, but it was very usable and i didn't know any better. Next I moved to a Cingular 8525. That keyboard was like a dream, and I still think it was the best qwerty device I have ever used.

I was seduced by the slickness of the iPone. I liked using it quite a bit, and still use one nearly everyday (though mainly as an MP3 player), but I was never inspired to write with it. I was still blogging every once in a while on the 8525, but on terrible day in the worst town in America (Boston) I lost my beloved 8525 in the back of a cab. So the writing dried up. I think the last post I actually wrote was about Larry Craig and his bathroom adventures.

I have been searching for the right phone that I could use to do some writing. I tried so many from the barely usable Glofiish M800 to blackberry curve to the HTC Fuze to the Nokia E71. They all failed. I knew it had to have a side sliding keyboard, and US 3G. The Fuze seemed like it was going to be the one but there was something about it that I just couldn't get behind. I think it was the small touch screen and Windows Mobile's crappy browser.

I have been using a Nokia E71 for the last 6 months but the tiny qwerty was just too tiny to use effectively. Then I began to see rumors of a side sliding E series device. I thought first finally this might be the one I had been looking for. So this weekend I saw Nokia had a good sale on the E75 so I snapped one up.

On my way out of the Nokia Flagship store I saw its the Nokia N97. I wish I had seen it on my way in. I tried it out and it was amazing and now I am thinking the E75 is going back and i will pick up the new hotness. I guess only time will tell.

A Short Video of Tooki

2009-01-12T23:31:00.000-05:00

Awesome, just awesome

2009-01-06T02:14:00.001-05:00

Nava got another new toy

2009-01-02T13:45:00.000-05:00

A Brief History of My Addiction

2008-12-23T12:54:00.002-05:00

When I left for college (in 1995) my father bought me a Palm Vx (which was the new hotness at the time), but I never really used it for school, and primarily played games on it in class. After that first semester, I gave it back to my dad, and he continued to use it until 2004 when he replaced it with a Garmin iQue 3200, but this is about my PDA history not his.

After the aborted attempt with the Palm Vx I went without a PDA of any kind until 2002 when I bought a super cheap Sony Clie SJ22 on a Best Buy Black Friday Special. I used that for about a year and a half when I first gave Blackberry a try. It was the 7100g, the first Blackberry with the Suretype keyboard. I really loved the ease of input, but found the lack of features a real limit to the usefulness of the device. I got the Blackberry in May, and by November I was already looking for something that had the business capabilities of the Blackberry, but also some of the media capabilities of the newest feature phones.

It was around this time that I first became aware of the Audiovox SMT 5600, the first truly useful Windows Mobile smartphone, and to this day one of the nicest bits of hardware that I have ever used (though the early WinMO Smartphone years were rough). This device only whetted my appetite for the ultimate converged device. That was the first chapter in my whirlwind search for the perfect device.

Next up came the Imate SP-5, which was a great step up from the SMT5600, with WinMo 5, but it had a bothersome 5 way joystick, and the standard keypad has never been Ideal for text entry (for me, I know some people love T9). Next up came the Nokia N70, which had an amazing camera and really nice mulitmedia capabilities, it was the first phone I ever watched a movie on, but it lacked the business sense of Windows Mobile. I traded that phone with a guy in Ohio for an unlocked T-moblie MDA. At last, I felt like I was in love. I was so happy with that device that I could easily overlooked its girth, because it felt like the minicomputers I dreamed of when I was a boy, I felt as though I was walking around with the future in my pocket.

But a man with a wondering eye can never stay happy at home and I needed a new toy, so I decided to try the T-Mobile Dash, which was a beautiful device, thin and sexy, it looked so much better in person than it did in pictures. I found I missed the touch screen and the slide out keyboard too much, so as soon as 3G was available in my neighborhood, I upgraded to the AT&T 8525. This was the best phone I have ever had. The Keyboard was near perfect, and all the hardware buttons meant that I never had to use the stylus. I found myself going back to the 8525 time and time again.

It was around this time that I decided to try some other PDA's maybe some more exotic devices. I had still had my Dash, and I traded it for a Sony Ericsson M600i, that was neat phone, with some innovative features, but it was missing a camera, and more importantly it didn't have a 5 way button on the front, plus because I was enjoying the 8525 so much I didn't have time to learn the UIQ operating system. So I traded that phone for a Samsung Blackjack. That was a beautiful phone, but Windows Mobile without a touchscreen would no longer cut it for me, besides I found the Keyboard too stiff, and uncomfortable to type on.

Over all I was still happy with the 8525, when I began to feel the familiar tug, the desire that could only be squelched by some new device. I went for the iPhone, even with its lack of a physical input, MMS, or video recording. I really liked the UI, and after it was jailbroken it provided enough hackability to keep me busy for a while. But that was back in the days of iPhone 1.0. I really needed exchange mail, and a I missed the keyboard, so back I went to the 8525.

Then on a cold early March day on a business trip to Boston I left the 8525 in the back of a cab, never to be heard from again. So i began using the iPhone again, and that lasted for about 4 days after my return from Boston, when the iPhone decided it wanted to take a swim in the toilet. This was a serious emotional blow (plus I had to stick my hand in the toilet), happening so soon after the Boston fiasco. I didn't even have time to consider my options, I had to get a new Iphone, so within a few hours I was back to using Cupertino's best mobile phone.

That was the state of affairs for about 9 months, and the iPhone 2.0 update really helped with the added exchange support and the app store, but I really missed the side sliding form factor. Even though the devices were getting more and more advanced, it felt like I was sliding back to present, I needed something futuristic and new. I tried a device called the Eten Glofiish M800. on paper it had everything you could want in a phone Windows Mobile phone, a VGA touchscreen, GPS, lots of hardware buttons, and a pretty nice slide out Keyboard, but after using the iPhone, a device that size wouldn't cut it, it also had a problem with some of the capacitive touch buttons on the front not really working right, but the biggest problem was the recessed screen and it wouldn't make phone calls. I don't know what it is about that design, but after using a flush screen device, you just can't go back to using that bezeled design.

I was closely following the Windows Mobile News, and when I heard about the Touch Pro, I knew I had found my next device. Those 4 months between the announcement, and when the Fuze was released, was among my most trying times (electronically speaking of course).

You might assume that was the end of this story, but of course it is not. I found the web browsing on the Fuze to be seriously lacking, and the resistive touch screen just couldn't cut, so with great sadness and a heavy heart, I returned it. I was back with the iPhone, but I was just too restless after using the iPhone on and off for more than a year and a half, plus I just really need a qwerty input. So here comes the happy ending to this tale. Last week I bought a Nokia E71. It had been more than 2 years since my first furtive steps with S60; it was so long ago that it was still called Symbian Series 60 back then. I am happy to report that I really like this phone, it has a couple of drawbacks, but overall it totally suits my needs and it is super beautiful, this may be the phone of my short term future, until the N97 comes out of course.

That is my journey, I left out a couple sidetracks that never went anywhere, The Blackberry curve I bought but never really used, the Japanese Phone I thought would be cool, but I couldn't figure out, because the menus were in Japanese, and a few others. I can't help myself, and I don't want help.

Panasonic Limx DMC-FS3 Unboxing

2008-12-23T10:31:00.002-05:00

Nava got a New Camera and there wasn't much going on in the office (the week of xmas) so we made an unboxing video.

This phone is freaking hot.

2008-12-18T23:25:00.001-05:00

I've been looking for my next new phone for nearly a year. In September of 2007 I bought my first Iphone, and I really loved it. There was always one problem, it lacked a nice keyboard; I felt as though I couldn't blog, or do any real writing on it.

In search of the perfect device, I began burning through handsets, but nothing felt right. First I went back to my 8525 which was great and had the nicest keyboard of any phone ever and Windows Mobile 6 still felt fresh and infinitely hackable; unfortunately I left it in the back of a cab in Boston (that place pisses me off). Then just a few days later my Iphone took a swim in then toilet, it was replaced with another Iphone. Next up was a Glofiish M800 that never quite worked correctly, so I traded it in for a Blackberry Curve 8310. The Blackberry was a pretty decent peice of kit, but I balked at the cost of an expensive Blackberry plan; I still have it's but it sits unused on the shelf. After that I decided I would wait for the next hot new WinMo hotness to be released, and on the first morning it was released, I bought an HTC Fuze. After using the Iphone's web browser, and beautiful capacitive touch screen, the Fuze's crappy browser and resistive touch screen overwhelmed the positive attributes that the beautiful Fuze has going for it, so back it went.

That leads me to this weeks acquisition. Over the weekend I heard the siren call to me. I don't know where it came from, but I kept hearing in the back of my mind "Nokia". The only current model that seemed to meet my needs was the E71, so after work on Tuesday I ran by my favorite phone store and picked one up.

This thing is the hotness, it is gorgeous. I am slowly getting back into S60, which I haven't used for a couple of years, when I had an N70 (my last phone without a qwerty keyboard).

I can't wait to get to know this little beauty better, but my first impression is that I'm in love.

Sandwich Mario Brothers

2008-05-27T15:52:00.003-04:00

The most remarkable thing has just happened to me. It is so awesome, and I mean that literally, I am filled with awe. One of my colleagues ordered a sandwich for lunch, and do you know who the delivery guy was? No of course you don't. I'm just going to tell you, because it is so fantastic, you'll never guess. It was everybody's favorite plumber. The guy was a spitting image of Mario. The delivery man was dressed in red, the color Mario always wears. He was wearing a hat, and so does Mario. He had a big mustache, and so does Mario. He had on overalls, and so does Mario. He was Mediterranean looking and so is Mario. He loves mushrooms, and so does Mario (I am only guessing about this one). I am just so happy that I had the good fortune to be able to witness a video game come to life. I can only think to couch this in religious terms, though for personal reasons I am loathe to do so, but here goes, Thank the good lord for today. The miraculous sighting of Mario in my building is the greatest imaginable thing that could have possibly happened to me at work today. I had no idea when I got out of bed today that this would be the great getting up morning it has turned out to be. Praise God.

Pooping is gay

2007-08-30T11:52:00.001-04:00

This week the whole country is atwitter with the news that a senator was arrested for disorderly conduct at the Minneapolis airport for allegedly soliciting man on man sex in the bathroom.

This raises more than a few questions. If homosexuals are less than one percent of the population (source: http://www.adherents.com/adh_dem.html) and the gay community wants t portray itself as upstanding normal people, and according to the Economist Magazine most gay people who live outside of New York and California are in committed relationships, what are the chances that the dude taking a dump in the stall next to you at some airport in the Midwest wants to have anonymous butt lovin' with you? Another question, with all the security you have to go through to get into the airport, isn't there a more accessible place to arrange an illicit man on man tryst?

Finally, I know it is not fashionable to speak about homosexuality in mental illness terms, but this guy traveled thousands of miles from either his home or office as a public official to have sex in an airport bathroom. This guy is sick, not because he either is or isn't gay, but because he can't use public transportation (there are also allegations that Senator Craig had stranger sex at Union Station In Washington) without the need the have a penis put in his bottom. I my self travel frequently, and I am somehow able to control myself. In fact I am proud to admit that I have never solicited sex of any kind in a public restroom (though I do have 2 kinda sexy stories about bathroom sex).

I guess the moral of this story is that while it I okay to occasionally have sex in a public bathroom, it's best if you already know your partner before you actually enter the toilet.

Please watch this for the good of humanity

2007-06-16T00:25:00.000-04:00

That's what she said

2007-05-30T22:33:00.001-04:00

"very good, but a little mechanical" was what the beautiful woman said to me in the elevator on our way down from where we had just finished. I took it as a compliment.
we had just left a marothon session of or english class. We were alone in the elevator and she said to me I think you're a good writer, very descriptive but a little mechanical in your style. I don't really know how to handle that kind of criticism, and what does "mechnical" mean anyway?
it was nice that she took the time to try and give me a compliment, and not the kind of insincere compliment you might give a stranger in an elevator, but a real compliment. She also said I was better as a character in class, which of course she is right. I enjoy writing and I so rarely get the opportunity outside of class to do it . But in the ebd it was just nice to get a compliment from a pretty lady.

That just tears it!

2007-05-29T21:41:00.001-04:00

Over the last year I have been trying to be less judgemental, but I feel I can no longer remain silent. I saw a young woman wearing a shirt on the train today that was so vulgar it defies imagination. When I say young woman, I do not mean it in the way asshole teachers do, I am only trying to suggest that while this woman was an adult, she wasn't that old.
So what was this offending garment? It was a black tank top that said "I have the Pussy, I make the rules" can you believe that? I mean can you believe it at all. What would drive someone to announce to the such a base and corrupt ideology?

Hell yeah.

2007-05-04T08:59:00.000-04:00

I feel great right. Even though I am smooshed here on the subway, the pleasant events of the day are buoying me emotionally.
My company now has "Summertime Fridays" Friday now only consists of 4 hours. And what did we do to deserve such a great reward? Nothing. Everybody loves summer is all. What an incredible concept. Just because it is time to go outside we get half a day off. Oh yeah!
Then in other news, it has been exam week, and tings have been stressful, but I think I have been doing pretty well. Tonight I had the last exam for the semester. I was pretty worried, because my performance on other tests and quizzes in that class have been inconsistent. The point is that in order to pass I needed to get at least 80% of the questions correct. In some of the practice exams I had been doing much worse, getting on 65% or 70% correct. So I rushed trough the test like I always do, but something felt different, I felt like I was in the zone. So with tepidation I turned in the exam, the teacher began grading while I awaited te results with baited breath. Finally she was done, and when she handed it to me she had a smile on her face. I couldn't tell if it is a proud smile or a pity smile, I was getting nervous. I couldn't bear to look, with great trepidation I took a furtive peek, and lo and behold it was a nearly perfect paper, only 1 wrong answer. A resounding success. It was a pretty decent day.

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Shoot Me

2007-05-01T19:55:00.001-04:00

I had a truly remarkable experience yesterday, here are my remarks about it. Though my job is unrelated to the industry, I work in the fashion district. That is a market segment where you might expect to find quite a few nice looking people. Well on my way to lunch yesterday I was waiting for the elevator when it happened. The elevator arrived. Ding. The doors opened and standing in front of me was an elevator full of models, but not just any models blond Nordic models. It was awesome. Fucking awesome. But it gets better.
They started getting out, but only about half of them then I got on, and then the models that had gotten off the elevator decided they were on the wrong floor and proceeded to get back on. So there I was, in the middle of this throng of heavenly beauties. Do you know how smooth I was in that situation? As smooth as I always am when confronted with truly amazingly beautiful women, I was as smooth as chunky peanut butter, with all the grace of a drunk seven-toed hobo. Why do I say that, because the only thing I managed to say was...nothing. I was completely dumbstruck for like 20 minutes, I couldn't speak at all, long after I had left the elevator. Man I gotta work on my game. Just another example of how being religious was a terrible mistake. I haven't tried to put the moves on anyone seriously in like 3 years, my lady killer skills have totally atrophied. My charm is withering on the vine, all I have left is the ability to charm old ladies, and that isn't very hard at all, even Johnny5 can do that, and he is barely human. I have to start exercising my charm. Wish me luck, if all goes well I should be experiencing a long hot summer of debauchery.
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Smoking pot in the subway

2007-04-25T23:32:00.001-04:00

I am riding the train back from yet another day of unpleasant drudgery. You know how, as often as not, the subway smells like decomposing rectum? Well that was my experience for most of my ride,
But just now, not two minutes ago the smell changed to the alluringly ambrosiac aroma of skunky weed. I mean god lord this is a crowded late rush hour train. There are kids around, but this dude across from me and two seats over is casually taking the last hits off a roach. The fellow next to him looks horrified, but I am slightly amused. I wish I still had the cajones to poof a doob in public, but two humiliating, and mysteriously humorous hours in the Guilford county jail cured me of that. Still to the guy smokin' the Chiba across from me I secretly tip my hat to you and say "bravo dude, bravo".

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A review of Greyhound

2007-04-22T07:48:00.001-04:00

I recently took Greyhound Bus Lines overnight express service from New York to Boston. My overall impression was unsurprisingly not that positive. Imagine an airplane trip that starts out at an airport located in the basement of a homeless shelter, then when you get onto the plane you notice the seats are 30% narrower than conventional airplane seats, there is half as much legroom, it smells like it has been freshly hosed down with that blue water from airplane toilets. Top it all off with the fact that it is 5 times slower and that doesn't add up to a very nice experience. On the plus side, despite being awash in human detritus, the bus was tolerably clean, arrived early, and the bus station in Boston seemed fairly modern. The verdict, the bus is the 100% worst way to travel. At $30 it is a rip-off, at $15 it I jut barely worth the money. If you have to go to Boston, the bus should be the last resort, even below not going. plus Boston sucks.

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Port Authority

2007-04-22T03:41:00.003-04:00

I am taking an intercity (greyhound) bus for the first time in the US. One thing I have noticed is that even though New York City has shaken off most of the negative qualities that plagued it in the 70's and 80's, the Port Authority Bus Terminal is still the third or fourth skeeziest den of iniquity that I have ever been (after the Peep Land, some skanky nudie bar in Greensboro, and my apartment). There are the lowest class of people here. Worst among them are the adults who find sleeping on the floor a dignified way to spend an evening. I am not talking about homeless people here, just trashy human beings who don't believe in maintaining any semblance of their humanity if it means standing up for a half hour. They are the kind of people who shop at Wal-Mart. Fuck them for bringing the level of society down.
I am giving the Port Authority Bus station a new name, the Anus of New York, but even that seems too classy for this place.

Pirates among us

2007-04-22T03:41:00.001-04:00

I met a real life pirate the other day. He was delivering food for Kosher Delight to my office and when he was trying to indicate that he wanted me to sign the receipt all he said was arrrrgh. Okay so he wasn't a real pirate, he was just a giant dude with dreadlocks an eye patch and a speech impediment, but I still enjoyed the experience.

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A personal loss

2007-04-18T00:21:00.001-04:00

As many of you know I am poverty stricken. I basically live like a hobo, riding the rails nonstop, first to work, then to school, then home. Home is supposed to be a refuge from the terrible monotony of the world, but not for me, because all I have time to do when I get home is some homework assigned by some masochist on a power trip and then straight to bed. But even my bed is an affront to the dignity every man deserves. Why is that? Because I don't have the luxury of a real bed, instead I sleep on an air mattress. All that separates me from sleeping on the ground is a thin layer of plastic surrounding about 12 inches of air. That is until last night, last night something broke inside my bed and it turned into a football shaped torture device. Then today I managed with the help of my family to arrange a replacement, and when I got home around 11 and went about inflating my new bed I got a pleasant surprise, this new mattress is at least 6 inches thinner than the previous dignity robbing mattress. Fuck. I can't even go to sleep in a room by myself without being emasculated and demoralized. Do you know how fucking unmotivating it is waking up eye to eye with your shoes? This is as good as things are going to get. It does not motivate me to continue.

A little practice

2007-04-08T21:37:00.000-04:00

I am taking a Business computing class as part of my torture, I mean college. In that class we have to learn how to make Powerpoint presentations. I was fooling around today and made this little first attempt, I thought it was funny so I am putting it out there.

An Interview

2007-04-08T01:10:00.000-04:00

I posted the other day about a blog entry I was working on that would be truly monumental in nature. In that post I made some pretty bold statements about how earth shattering the next post was going to be. One of those claims was that it was going to bring freedom to North Korea. I have since learned that internet access is extremely limited in the Hermit Kingdom (a nickname for North Korea) so this probably won't actually bring about any sort of reform in that country. I did however mention North Korea on purpose, even though there are many countries that need to gain a little more freedom, because it will be the main subject of this wildly ambitious post. So without further Adieu here is my interview with the Eternal President of The Democratic People's Republic of Korea Mr. Kim Il-Sung.

CaptianMicahP: Mr. Eternal President thank you for talking with me.

Kim Il-Sung: Your welcome, I love your blog and read it religiously.

CMP: That is nice of you to say, I must admit I am also a big fan of my blog.

KIS: Well you have a right to be very proud, it is extremely well written.

CMP: One of my secrets is that I proof read each post before I publish it.

KIS: It really Shows.

CMP: Let's get straight to the questions shall we?

KIS: Great idea, though I am not sure you should have put a question mark at the end of your last statement.

CMP: Listen pal you may still be the head of state of a country 13 years after you died, but I have final editorial control over all punctuation on this website.

KIS: You're right, sorry.

CMP: That brings up an important question, didn't you die a decade and a half ago?

KIS: That is true, but as Eternal President of North Korea I like to make myself available to the press from time to time.

CMP: But how are you, as a dead person able to give interviews?

KIS: I understand there is a saying in English, that those who are ignorant of the past are doomed to repeat it, therefore if I acknowledge my demise, I can't actually die, at least not again.

CMP: That is some really interesting logic, no wonder you have been the head of state over there since 1948.

KIS: hey, I do what I can.

CMP: Your country has been in the news lately because your son, who has been shepherding the regime since you died in 1994, is making himself a nuisance for the world community. How Satisfied have you been with his rule so far.

KIS: Just like any father I couldn't be more proud of the little scamp. Did you know he made a movie about a monster that needed to eat metal to survive, plus he is an excellent golfer and shots an average of 3 hole in ones every time he plays.

CMP: Wow those are pretty big accomplishments, but what about his policies?

KIS: He does a great job, I just wish he wasn't such a bleeding heart when it came to political opponents. Did you know that he only executes the families of the people who disagree with him, when I was a little more active in the day to day running of the county we would destroy entire villages. But you know kids these days have their own namby-pamby ideas.

CMP: (chuckling) That's true.

KIS: I really like his stand on nuclear weapons though.

CMP: why is that?

KIS: well if you compare Jongy's (That is my pet name for him) stance against that of the Iranian's, Jongy says straight up he wants to build a nuke, but the Iranian's keep claiming they only want nuclear energy, and don't really care if they accidentally end up with a couple of H-Bombs as a by product, but even I don't believe that, and I'm dead.

CMP: True sometimes honesty is the best policy.

KIS: Hey, don't get carried away.

CMP: How about the state of the North Korean economy, it is basically non-existent, and there are constant famines, when you take that into consideration are you still as supportive?

KIS: Oh abso-friggin-lutely. One of my many accomplishments was that I invented a word, JUCHE it means self-reliance. My son has done so well for himself that he owns 2 Ipods. That is twice as many as a person actually needs, if more of my countrymen (and ladies) had a little more Juche they would all be millionaires.

CMP: That is really true, you are one of the most capitalistic Communists I have ever spoken with.

KIS: That is why they gave me the title of Eternal president, and not just some lame title like president for life.

CMP: Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

KIS: I will still be Eternal President, and on top of that I plan on continuing being dead.

CMP: Nothing else?

KIS: I really want to go to Mardi Gras in New Orleans, I might do that in the next couple of years. I have been practicing saying "Show me your tits" in english.

CMP: Yeah I went once, it was pretty fun, and you will definitely see some boobies.

KIS: That is what I like to hear, plus I have been thinking about getting into Jazzercise, I hear that is a pretty fun way to exercise, but since I already died, I don't have to worry too much about my health.

CMP: That's true, but I think the only people who do Jazzercise are fat middle age chicks.

KIS: I like my ladies with a little junk in the trunk, plus since I am a 94 year old dead man I am no longer very choosy about the women I doink.

CMP: What other things do you enjoy?

KIS: I like playing beer pong, and eating tacos.

CMP: Dude tacos are good.

KIS: I know, but Gorditas are even better. I have been trying to get Taco Bell to open a store in Pyongyang, but those guys are dicks, and are only willing to open a combo Pizza Hut Express/Taco Bell, so I told them go shove a Rancho Steak Burrito, and a Pepperoni Personal Pan pizza up there butt.

CMP: Wow, I feel like I am really learning a lot about you today.

KIS: I am always glad to let people learn a little more about the private Il-Sung, but listen I have to get back to the mausoleum before anyone notices I put two pillows and a coconut under a blanket while I snuck out to talk with you.

CMP: That was a good Idea.

KIS: Yeah I really liked Ferris Beullers Day Off. It was my inspiration.

CMP: Thanks for taking the time to speak with me, my readers will really appreciate it.

KIS: Take it sleazy.

Closing Thoughts:
I learned a lot of surprising things about Mr. Kim from talking with him, He is a brutal lunatic former dictator, but underneath it, he is really just a dude who likes to party. I think if he could choose between being the Eternal President of North Korea or the Eternal President of a fraternity, he would choose the fraternity. And in the end isn't that the choice everyone would make.

I will be coming back shortly

2007-04-06T02:03:00.000-04:00

I know I have taken some time off, but I have a very big surprise for everybody. In the next day or so I will have another blogging event that will shake the world of blogs to there very foundation, and probably change the way you interact with the world, Democrats will become republicans and republicans will become democrats, the Pope will become Muslim, North Korea will be freed, people in Boston will root for the Yankees, New Yorkers will wear colorful clothes, Winter will be hot, and summer will be cold, middle easterners will treat women with respect,and the French wont be universally snooty. It is going to be that big a break through in world thought. Much like Blogmageddon did to ring in the new year, there is another blockbuster coming. so keep an eye out either Friday afternoon or Saturday night. Your world will be rocked. This is not meaningless boasting, but in fact a humble attempt to get across the point in terms that are far too subtle about how amazing this thing which I am not quite ready to reveal to you will be.

The day starts rough.

2007-03-14T17:30:00.001-04:00

I am still suffering from this damn illness. The symptoms have changed, and hopefully I am on the mend, but I still feel bad. The headache is gone but so is my voice, and I feel a little queasy all the time, plus I haven't had any appetite since at least Friday. So with all that going on you can imagine getting up for work is a little bit of a challenge. But I did it, and only about 5 minutes behind schedule. But when I got out of the elevator in my building I realized that I had left without my belt. Then it got worse, on the subw

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I miss Chinatown

2007-03-14T17:28:00.000-04:00

I haven't been down to Chinatown in a long time, and I really miss it. I love Chinatown, it is so busy and exotic. Everybody wants to get down to Chinatown, you can tell because there is always a line to get out of the subway. In the olden days that whole area was Jewish, but I bet it wasn't ever that interesting or fun. Maybe tomorrow or on Sunday I will find some time to head down there. It will make my life a little better.

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The Reagans were the best First Family

2007-03-10T18:13:00.000-05:00

This video is about 7 minutes long, and is truly worth watching

I don't feel so good

2007-03-08T16:07:00.001-05:00

I feel terrible, I have a cough and a terrible headache. Everytime I cough, it feels like I am getting whacked right on the top of my skull with a sledge hammer. I also got a job this week. I will write more when I feel better.

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This is how it should be

2007-03-06T00:18:00.000-05:00

Many people arent interested in he future of geopolitical economics, and arent interested in long winded boring interviews about the rising giants of the global South Like Brazil, China, and India. Watch this all the way until the end, and you will see that this is the way to show this kind of news.

I feel like I am going to Barf

2007-03-05T15:23:00.001-05:00

I was standing on the platform, strategically looking for the place that would provide the best chance of getting a seat when the train arrived. As it pulled into the station I could see that the first car was fairly empty as it whizzed by, a good sign, then the second car came into view. It was pretty full which was a terrible sign, from the second car on all of them were full, not just full, but packed. As profanity rolled around in my head at this misfortune, the train slowed to a stop and right in front of me was a basically empty car. Praise Jesus. The doors opened, I stepped on and almost puked. The worlds most god awful stench had found its way into this carriage of hell. Fuck you Jesus. The bile was creeping its way up my esophagus to the back of my throat, if I didn't do something soon, it was going to make its way to the floor. Just then the train pulled into the next station, and like rats fleeing a sinking ship everyone in that aromatically doomed subway car moved to others on the train. This horrible stink was so unbearable it could not be explained from a homeless guy using himself as a bathroom and not showering not even if someone had gone years without changing clothes and defecting on themselves, after reflection, the homeless guy sleeping in the corner must have been dead, and he must have been dead for a while too. So here it is about 24 hours after the experience and I still feel like heaving every so often. I had nightmares last night, and I can't stop thinking about the dignity of that dead homeless guy, I bet he deserved better than being a rotten hunk of meat covered in his evacuate.

Umbrellas

2007-03-01T23:40:00.000-05:00

I have despised and feared umbrellas for years, I viewed them as unnecessary and dangerous. I am a little over 5'9", mere millimeters taller than the average American male. The average American female stands just under 5'4". Now my eyes are about 5' and seven inches off the ground that is the identical height that the pointy ends of an erect umbrella's ribs are when held by your typical American lady. So you can imagine that Everytime it rains it was just an opportunity to make a Micah's eye kebob. Plus growing up in a suburban environment umbrellas are hardly necessary as you jump from your car to the store. I loathed umbrellas, I recoiled from their very presence, that is until tonight. Some where in the last year of urban living I acquired a small umbrella. As I contemplated the statistical chances I would be caught out in the rain at some point I came to accept the evil necessity of owing the this wretched accessory. When my Aunt Floie offered me and umbrella I reluctantly accepted. It was a small all black affair except for one gray panel with the name of the Claridge Casino and Hotel embroidered in cursive on that gray panel. It was small and black (a color the New Yorkers love, which is a detriment to their culture) and fit nicely in my city bag so I hung it on the door of my closet waiting for a time when I might be so desperate for rain protection that I would break down and us the vile thing. Well that time was today, as I left the house the forecast claimed a driving rain but outside it was clear and sunny. I shoved the umbrella in my bag and off I went. Well it started raining, and raining hard, I whipped out the umbrella, at first I was stymied in my attempt to deploy the fabric canopy, until I remembered THE BUTTON. With the button firmly depressed beneath my thick thumb a beautiful transformation took place, the ugly caterpillar spread its wings and became a butterfly, the umbrella opened and majestically and forcefully kept me dry. It was a little bit of a battle to keep the umbrella under control as it had become an airfoil in the light breeze but that is where my years of experience as an aviator came in handy, after a few minutes I had the thing under control . You would have never known it was my first time driving it. I can't say I am one hundred percent cured of my aversion umbrellas, but today there was a new détente in my relationship with umbrellas.

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Subway posters

2007-02-27T18:15:00.000-05:00

There are 2 kinds of posters in the New York City subway system. The first is ads, they are more numerous though typically less interesting (except for the public service posters those can be pretty odd), and the second is the public art that the MTA puts up to broaden New Yorkers appreciation of transit inspired and themed artistic expressions. These change from time to time, over the summer there was on in a lot of subway cars of a lady's arm and hand. Her arm was covered in a sleeve with a print of all the rail line symbols. She was wearing a bracelet that was supposed to look like a large suspension bridge and two rings. The first ring was meant to be a cityscape and the second was what I suppose was a subway token (something I have never seen in person) I am not sure what it was supposed to represent, but it wasn't to freaky. The more recent "Art in Transit" poster is far more troubling to me it is kind of a post modern/comic book inspired amalgam of bridges, a couple of skyscrapers that look like they are from Paris rather than New York, and half of the Washington Square Arch. In the center of the poster is a bunny in full stride wearing a bib made out of the same material the lady's sleeve was, and on top of the bunny's back are some commuters, what the fuck. I think it is an homage to bus commuters and animal cruelty or something. First if the rabbit is supposed to be a bus, it seems like it would be a very uncomfortable and unstable ride, and second of all this is the twenty-first century, do we really think that using bunnies for transportation is accpetable? My point is art is great and public art is even better, but those posters suck, and that is all I really wante to say about that.

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God bless America

2007-02-26T22:37:00.000-05:00

In the never ending beer arms race, I thought we had to concede defeat to the Japanes with their beerbot. Now I know that I said some disparaging things, but American ingenuity has of course prevailed, and now I regret taking America for granted. USA all the way.

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The problem with math

2007-02-22T20:53:00.000-05:00

I never cared very much for mathematics. Arithmatic, algebra, geometry, none of it. When I was a boy I would have trouble with a some of the more theoretical things that some sadistic math teacher was attempting to cram into my head, I would utter the familiar lament of math students "when am I ever gonna use this". That is a protest that is almost universally replied to with some version of the phrase "grownups useit all the time". This of course is a lie, but a child who is led to believe you can do anything you want to if you just try, can be persuaded that learning how to divide fractions is an important skill for cowboys or firemen or fairy princess or whatever goal that kid might have.
This leads to the two biggest problems I now have with my math class. The first is that it is of course demeaning and unrealistic to think that there are too many complex arithmetic problems someone will be faced with where there won't be a calculator involved. So grading an adult on doing math "tricks" on paper is merely an excuse to abuse the dignity of a grown ass man or women. This little rant is about more than just math being hard (which it isn't) or school being a pain in the ass (which it is) it is about a system of education that can after a decade of indoctrination still leave someone a hollow shell of their potential, while at the same time proclaiming all it wants to do is help him reach his full potential. I will save a full examination of my views about education for another time, but if you haven't thanked a teacher today don't, they deserve a punch in the mouth more than a thank you.

Why I am Joining the rest of the world in hating America

2007-02-20T22:48:00.000-05:00

I am a Patriot, check that I was a patriot. I loved America, and though I knew she had her flaws I was willing to overlook them all. I could over look the militarism, I could over look the outsourcing of poverty and pollution, I was even willing to overlook New Jersey. But I can not and I WILL not overlook this latest failing of America.
This is a movie of of a Beer Pouring Robot, that can be won at the Japanese equivalent of Chuck-E Cheeze's. I want no part of a country that has the technology, but not the will to invent these things. Today I am ashamed to be an American.

Comparing apples to apples

2007-02-20T21:11:00.000-05:00

Apples are delicious, nutritious, and versatile. They taste great in a pie, cake and kugel form, but they are at their best in whole. When it comes to fruit, there are three categories. The fist is the kind you need to deconstruct with a tool, mangoes, and melons are great but you need get a knife and do some prep work before they can be enjoyed. The second kind doesn't need a tool, but still must be worked on before they can be eaten, like oranges or pomegranates all you need to do is peel them with your hands to get at the sweet goodness inside. The last kind just needs to be rinsed off before you start eating, these are generally the most sensual fruits, figs, or peaches, plums, apricots, pears and persimmon are all fine examples of this type, but best of all is the apple. Apples come into season when you need them most, from late fall through the winter fresh locally grown apples can are available. I think apples are great, there are hundreds of varieties but my favorite is the Fuji Apple. I don't know what it is about the Fuji above all apples, from the Whimsically named Pink Lady, the classic Rome or Red Delicious, the the mealy yet flavorful Golden Delicious, the bakers friends of the Granny Smith and the Braeburn to the insane deliciousness of the Cortland and HoneyCrisp. Apples come in all shades and colors light pink yellow green blue purple red and every hue in between, but a Fuji in its full brilliance will go from yellowish green on the shady side to rather plain dull brownish red. This plain appearance carried through into the flesh where it is a nice golden color, nice but not noteworthy. This is false modest on behalf of this regal apple, because though it may look plain and though is neither very large or very small it is a delight to the rest of your senses.
To eat a Fuji is to indulge in fruity hedonism. It's flesh is satisfyingly crisp once you take your first bite you are all your stress is gone, crunching through a crispy apple can relieve stress. Chewing your way through a Fuji is cathartic like a two minute Club Med vacation. The aromas unleashed with that first bite waft into your senses with the perfume scent of spring. Eating one a Fuji apple in season at the end of winter ,from late January through early March awaken the olfactory center in your brain, a one whiff and you know that the long winter of deadened senses will soon be over. We will all be free of our seasonal prisons, and our seasonal depressions, the days will be longer and the world will be better. Now we com to the taste. Flavorful and sweet with hints of honeysuckle, and a souçons of tartness on top. It is sweet without overpowering you with sweetness, is tart but eating elicits nary a' pucker.
Perhaps it really is just the name. Fuji. It brings to mind mist shrouded snow covered peaks of the orient. Evoking images of Japan, zen gardens and spiritually elaborate tea services. It even invokes those macaque monkeys that take baths in the snow (those monkeys crack me up, but they are exotic, and always look blissfully relaxed)
Eating something exotic without it really being exotic is a treat, a calm in the storm of truly unique experiences. It lets you feel adventure without being adventurous. It is a trip into the heart of darkness, while at the same time just eating an apple.
Whatever it is, I love those apples, and when the season for them is over in a week or two, I will be sad for a moment, but then I my attention will wander to some other produce, but the attraction is never the same, year after year like it is to the Fuji apple.

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Disruptive

2007-02-19T16:39:00.001-05:00

Cell phone companies in this country charge between 20 and 40 dollars a month for data connections, and so far people seem mostly unwilling to pay that much for it. That makes me concerned. Why would this concern me you ask? Because in places that lack traditional forms of connectivity, they will jump on wireless and skip the intermediate form of wired internet connections. Take the telephone example. While we here in the west had easy access to landline phones for nearly a century, those in the third world never did. So as we westerners quibbled about cell phone etiquette, and whether we wanted such luxuries, the developing world jumped on the wireless train. It was the first form of telecommunications most of these people had. In the past there may have been only a couple of phones in even large cities in Africa, now cell phones are available to everyone. Those places effectively skipped landline service and went straight to wireless. Now the same thing is happening with the internet. Those places that the internet revolution passed over will leapfrog the west in terms of mobile internet. Cell handsets are very powerful small computers in fact the phone I am typing this on has more computing power than the computer I took to college in 1995.
So what? There are perhaps a billion people in the western world (the US, Europe, and Japan) while there are almost 5 and a half billion people in the developing world. Those people will quickly surpass the west in terms of not only mobile data usage, but the emphasis will shift to meeting their needs over ours. Everytime you take your phone out of your pocket or purse think about how this small piece of plastic and wires will make you obsolete. Think about the way that that phone will betray you because you failed to see its potential. I plan on being on the inside of the coming shift while most of my countrymen will get left behind, fail to evolve, and become extinct in that context.
The good news is there is still time, not much time, but we can begin to halt our slide into cultural obsolescence. We must act quickly. So don't let the 21st century be the century where the west loses out. The way to do that is to start checking your email on your phone, or get movie times, or settle a bar bet by using google from your handset. It really is tat easy. The choice is yours. On the one hand suffer the fate of technological dinosaurs in the other a future bright with possibilities wherever you are.

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I am Micah P Cooper

2007-02-19T03:08:00.000-05:00

I have a not overly common name, in fact there are 519 more common first names for males in the United States, and only 0.017% of the men in this country have it, and that makes it sound like a very rare name indeed, but numerically there are almost 21,00 American men, and another 2,500 females walking around being called Micah, that equals almost 24,00 of us out there. So chances are most people have met a Micah before they meet me. In addition over 111,000,000 people claimed to have read the Bible, where there at least three different characters named Micah mentioned, including an entire book in the back named Micah (who is my namesake I might add). Given all that information, why is it so hard to remember the preferred pronunciation is Mai-Kuh, not Mee-kuh, mucka, or meh-kuh or mech-a or worst of all Michael. I can forgive someone's mispronouncement on the first meeting, on those occasions I just gently correct the person, and even on the second offense, but there are people I know who I have dealt with for literally years that are unwilling to allow me the human dignity of learning my name. It is said that god gives parents a form of prophecy to make sure that the child has the name it should have. In that belief system a person's name can reflect certain attributes that a person has, and give insight into a person's inner workings. there are 276 million Americans who believe that names are a reflection of their owner. So what could be behind the injustice I confront daily and the name terrorism against me?
You might even argue that there really aren't that many people named Micah here, after all there are nearly 8 times as many Hmong tribesmen in the US than people named Micah, You have a better chance of being included in President Bush's troop surge than being named Micah. Well I tell you I really don't know what is behind this affront to my humanity. Even my shrink messes up, he calls me Mee-kuh, which is one of the more common, and more annoying variants, and now I think it is too late to correct him.
This disregard for my name, a name I truly love, and a name which I thank my parents for giving to me, is hurtful. I am proud to go through life with a strong name, a name that symbolizes strength of will, and a desire to do the right thing even when the world around me is crumbling into some kind of decay, be it moral or religious, or radioactive. To have someone throw my Name aside with callous disregard, as though any name more unique than Matt or Jon is not worth learning is one of the worst emotional attacks committed against me. I can say without any shred of false Modesty that I am Micah P Cooper, I am Micah P Cooper, I am Micah P Cooper, I am Micah P Cooper, I am Micah P Cooper. I am proud of my name, I am Micah P Cooper. My name is the Best name, I am Micah P Cooper. That name helped shape the person I am, I am Micah P Cooper. My family gave me that name, I am Micah P Cooper. In the end, all a man has is his name and his deeds, I am Micah P Cooper.
Get it right MotherFucker.

I love drugs

2007-02-12T18:13:00.003-05:00

I love drugs, I always have, since the first hit of a joint to the last drink. Sure there have been certain drugs that I did not tolerate well, and I don't really like to get "tore up", but I enjoy a nice mellow buzz. That's why I was so pleased when I recently received a prescription for a drug that had some nice side effects (or is affects, no it is effects). The best side effect was that this drug was a sedative. Sedatives are great, they make you sleepy, but if you don't go right to sleep they can make loopy. This new drug had another side effect, it made me groggy in the morning, and my body produces enough of that naturally so I don't need a boost of grogginess anytime of the day. That is why this drug is making me sad, I feel like I have been let down by something I love. Once drugs turn their back on you, you know you have really hit rock bottom. So if anybody has a great new drug you think I would like let me know.

A new commitment

2007-02-12T18:13:00.001-05:00

I know I haven't been ver good about writing the blog the last couple of weeks, but I am making a commitment to write a new blog post at least three times a week until April, and after that it should get back to almost everyday. Thanks for reading.

10 key typing

2007-02-05T21:30:00.001-05:00

Standard telephones and cell phones have a 10 key numeric keypad, while many modern smart phones and even some "dumb phones" have a QWERTY style keypad which makes text input (typing) much easier. For the next couple me months I will be using a cell phone with a traditional 10 key numeric keypad. This will make composing blog posts more difficult, but I love my readers so I will endure this hardship for you. Also the train can be boring and I like to write on the train
Sent from the 4 train at Brooklyn Bridge/ City Hall station

A tasty treat

2007-02-04T17:32:00.000-05:00

The tasty treat I am talking about is of course this blog. I know I have not been updating the blog as much as I should have, and for that I am truly sorry. I told you that my normal blogging machine was on the fritz, and the one I got to temporarily replace it is not quite up to the job.

Today I finally got my new desk assembled and put my laptop on it to test it out. so this will be one of the rare blog posts made in the comfort of my writing room, here in my glamorous penthouse deluxe apartment. The desk is beautiful by the way, it is a standard cherry wood affair, with the addition of a matching 3 compartment hutch that is really handsome.
Another tasty treat is Ramen noodles. I love ramen noodles, from the crappy American Top Ramen, to the Japanese Sapporo Ichban, to the exotic Korean Nong Shim. I love them, they are delicious and weird, and even the most expensive and crazy foreign ones are really cheap, (though the kosher ones are terrible, and are proof that kosher food companies hate their customers). I came across a website that explored the wonderful world of ramen, and the brick of noodles. look at it here I hope to be doing some more blogging this week, so keep an eye out.

Assy 2000

2007-02-01T21:21:00.001-05:00

It's too good to be true. I would have gone through my whole life and not have known something like this could exist, but it does. It really and truly exists. Yesterday I was in the pharmacy and there it was behind the counter, a beacon of the ridiculous. Like the Colossus in the mouth of the harbor of Rhodes, a monument to the absurd so immense it cannot be fathomed. One might conjecture that a company would read the name of their produce aloud before releasing it to the market. Alas my friends the makers of the product Assy 2000 paid no heed to the hilarity of the name of their personal care product, they are the kind of person that says definitions be damned. Good for them,if I one day decide to make a hand cream called Suckwad ultracare I will have the Assy company to thank as my inspiration. It's so sad that it has such an awesome name, but at the same time, I hope I never have an opportunity to buy it. Man I just can't catch a break.

Dedicated to the memory of my friend Jesse

A really interesting result.

2007-01-29T21:47:00.001-05:00

Last week I asked in a poll about the silliest name for an adult. An interesting thing happened. The result wasn't interesting because scooter beat tip, it was interesting because people don't really like Michelle that much. Not the name michelle, that is a perfectly reasonable name for an adult, I think people don't care for my sister Michelle. Well I, Micah P Cooper, won't stand for it. Though there is a myriad of reasons not to like her (according to Archimedes a myriad is a 1 followed by 4 zeros, so basically 10, 000 reasons) I think we should all look past her faults, and her apparently rediculous name, and think about all the reasons she has made our lives better. Michelle I love you and I am sorry that my little joke backfired on you, it is better that it backfired on you then on me, but I am still contrite. I think everyone who knows Michelle should take time over the next couple of days to give her a call, send her an email, or leave a comment to let her know how much she means to all of us.

Dashed off on a wireless device

The subtle racism of wrong expectations

2007-01-26T15:51:00.000-05:00

I am going to make a bold statement. Racism is alive and well in this country. Not the hanging from a tree kind of racism, but the racism of identity. It shows itself most clearly in the anti immigration debate.
It happens to me every few years, someone mistakes me for a latino man. It of course doesn't bother me that people don't know where I am from. What does bother me is how I am treated by the person making the mistake. It's not that I am treated rudely when it happens, but that there are assumptions that are made about on group or another that are just plain racist.
The thinking goes, that person is brown he must be a low wage worker. There is no reason to think that way. I don't care that someone thinks I am have a bad job, it bothers me because that assumption is made because they think I am a Mexican.
It's true tat Mr. Salvadore does a great job cleaning the house, but is because he is a great house cleaner,not becuase he is from south of the border.
I think it was Jesus (or George Bush, I get them confused) who coined the term "the subtle racism of low expectations. Well my expectation is that we treat all the people who come this country like the productive members of our society that they are (except Samoans, they really are lazy).

Dashed off on a wireless device

Vestigial post

2007-01-25T18:19:00.003-05:00

I once wrote a post that is so real I can only publish it posthumously. Just like all the great groundbreaking works of philosophy the world isn't ready to "deal" with it. Sometimes I reread it, do a little polishing, you know give it a tweak, and bumping up the realness of it.
Today I took a little look at it and smiled, because it was originally titled "Don't Worry" which should bring a smile to all the dorks out there, the dorks know why, and if you dont, you can feel relieved that your probably not too dorky. Be on the look out on this site for something that will truely blow your mind with its Realness, then call my mother to give your condolences since it will only be put out after my demise.

Dashed off on a wireless device

Bobby McGhee

2007-01-25T18:19:00.001-05:00

First i just want to say that I dont like hippies and their pachouli fueled ideas of freedom, and this isn't meant as a tribute to Janice Joplin. That being said I wrestle with trying to maintain a sense of freedom when I do have something left to lose.
Writing and publishing present very unique challanges to freedom of speach, not in the first ammendment sense, rather somebody might read this so I am accountable for my thoughts sense. I never thought about before i started writing. Now I have a real problem, I want to express myself but I can't without alienating some of the people I care about. It's not some kind of weird sex thing (get your mind out of the gutter mom). The solution I have worked out is to use a proxy. This is an elegant solution that allows for some literary criticism of my work, the high school english teacher variety not the Vanity Fair book critic kind. So as I use symbolism and metphors everbody benefits, I get to say the things I want, and you fair reader get an extra level of enjoyment by trying to discern my true meanings. Good luck figuring me out.

Dashed off on a wireless device

Dumb Names

2007-01-24T23:02:00.000-05:00

I was having a conversation with a someone, and she said Scooter was the dumbest name an adult could have. This was clearly a partisan jab at me because of my late childhood republican leanings. Naturally I had to find a Dem with a stupid name, and I immediately thought of former speaker of the house Tip O'neal (an added bonus that guy was from her adopted hometown, and the Pats can suck it). So I ask you loyal readers please vote so this can be settled. Please keep in mind I think Tip is a pretty horribly stupid name.
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The mobile life is awesome

2007-01-24T22:57:00.000-05:00

I told you that having a mobile device capable of email is wonderful thing. It lets you keep in touch in every situation. Please watch this interesting clip.

Yup Dick Cheney digs into his pocket looks down and starts using the ole' Blackberry. Those things can be an awesome distraction when your in big meeting and your boss won't shut up and you can't get out. So everyone should get a Blackberry or a windows mobile phone. it will save you in tons of boring meetings.

Of ladders and cats

2007-01-23T21:29:00.001-05:00

Superstitions are stupid, and generally only for the weak minded simpletons amongst us. Recently however I feel like i have been going through a patch of bad luck. Of course luck is one of those superstitions I alluded to, it just doesn't exist, an imaginary friend (or enemy). It is easy to see why someone could be attracted to that idea of luck as a factual basis to hang on to when the world seems so random.
Guess what, things just happen. There is no invisible hand of fortune turning events for good or for bad. Basing your life around silly superstitions is laughable. Today for example a black cat walked across my path and nothing bad happened, yet I was raised in a culture that teaches you to fear completly innocuos non-events. This is the twenty first century and that kind of thinking is out of date by at least 1000 years.

I'm back

2007-01-22T18:01:00.000-05:00

After suffering through a series of personal setbacks I am now able resume my blogging duties. Please don't judge me or my priorities.
The first tragedy was a breakdown of my mobile device. I catch a lot of flack about how much I enjoy using it, but I don't care, having a powerful machine like that makes my life better. It allows me to stay connected, but more than that it gives me an outlet where I can express myself in a way I never knew I could. Through a remarkable series of events I was able to procure a pocket computer I had been lusting after. Then less than 2 weeks after I got it, it broke. I was at a loss. I felt as if my voice had been taken. No more email, no more blog, no more mp3. It was very sad. I will be able to get it replaced, but not for another couple of weeks.
That was pretty hard for me to handle, but then I got a pach from hashem somethimg really tragic happened. Something I will have trouble dealing with for the rest of my life. A loss that was staggering in its emotional devastation. A close friend and family member was taken to the upper room. My dog died. Words cannot express neither my grief nor affection for the dog that was barely a dog. He was closer to a bunny cat dog hybrid than an actual canine. What kind of dog dances for lettuce? That is one of the reasons I loved him so much. He refused to adhere to traditional dog roles. Sabastian did what made him feel good, he didnt like chew toys or rawhide, he just liked the people he liked and that was that.
Sabastian and I had a rocky start. For the first couple of years our relationship was frosty at best. The little guy had picked up a distrust of men, and he thoughtfully considered me manly, though some people are less sure about that (i'm looking in michelle's direction). After about 3 years he came around and we bonded. The kind of bond that can only exist between a boy and his dog. I will miss him forever. Though he deserves better testament to his life I feel myself incapable of giving him the tribute fitting for a beast who had such positive impact on all those who loved.

A misconception

2007-01-18T01:34:00.001-05:00

People think communists are all cute and cuddly, but they'rere not. Communists are dick. Did you know that this blog is banned in china? I am so powerful that if people were able to read this they would riot to overthrow the Chinese communist government. My blog is so subversive that every website on the server where my blog is hosted, is banned in china. Are you familiar with the Orange Revolution in Ukraine? The Cedar Revolution in Lebanon? Well if Chinese people could read Captainmicahp: Southerner in Exile, the next revolution on that list would be the MicahP Revolution. Listen up commies I am like the pope of freedom, and liberty is on the march. SUCK IT COMMIES

Just the facts

2007-01-17T18:00:00.001-05:00

We should be very proud of ourselves in the United State of America. We have come a long way in terms of civil rights. Just a few decades ago a policy of state sanctioned racism was the law in many parts of this country, and in other parts there was a more subtle yet equally diabolical prejudice that was the societal norm. Thank god those days are over, but did you know that there is still one group of people that it is okay to discriminate against. A lot of racist white guys think it is white men, that is one of the more ridiculous things that a human brain can conceive. Many homosexuals think it is them, and while there is a way to go before gay and lesbians will be fully accepted, and many religious communities have yet to rid themselves of a cancerous and laughable belief that belongs on the ash heap of history, it actually isn't okay to persecute gays. No I am talking about society's dirty secret the subtle persecution of the fidgeter.
Today I am taking the brave step of admitting to the world that I Micah P Cooper am a chronic fidgeter. I did not choose this lifestyle. I was born this way. Many people in the church feel like it is something I do because I am morally bankrupt, or I was lured into this life by the popular celebrities you see fidgeting on TV (like Paula Abdul). Those people are wrong, why would anyone choose to live this way, that is like saying someone would choose to have chronic bad breath, or someone would choose to be a woman.
Things have gotten so bad in this country that I can no longer use my beloved clicky pens in public. I have tried to reform myself, but after spending a lifetime thinking my full name was "Damn it Micah would just sit still for five minutes and quite clicking that fucking pen" P Cooper I have just had enough. In order to fit into the still man's world I am giving up my clicky pens, and with sorrow and deep regret I will now be looking for a replacement to the Bic Softfeel Med. Point Rollerball clicky pen. I think its replacement woo have to come from the deplorable world of the capped pen. Please pray for me, pray for all the fidgeters out there, and pray for an end to this dastardly blight of fidget discrimination

Sent via wireless device from the dark underbelly of society.

Think different. Yeah Right

2007-01-15T16:47:00.003-05:00

I have had a few days since Apple changed the world with the announcement of the Iphone. I still stand by my remarks last week, but I would like to add some thoughts now that I have had a chance to rationally analyze the device. The first thing is this phone is not revolutionary at all, it is at best evolutionary, but I think that is giving it too much credit. The Iphone does have a couple of novel features like visual voicemail, and the multi touch interface. In fact with the exception of those two features my phone has every single feature of the Iphone and then some. My phone can switch from landscape to portrait view, it has a touch screen interface (which people don't really like by the way), it can play MP3 and videos, it surfs the web via wifi and on top of that it has superfast 3G connection which the Iphone doesn't have.
Another way that apple could have actually thought different was the model for selling it. The current state of affairs in the U.S. (Europe is slightly better) is that the carrier has a stranglehold over the handset market and often requires manufacturers to cripple interesting features in order to sell them. Verizon is very famous for hobbling bluetooth in many of its models. These phones are available, but people want the discounts on those free pieces of garbage that the companies give away for free. Apple had the marketing clout and cache to sell the Iphone themselves, but they wussed out. Partnering with Cingular (AT&T after today) for a multi year agreement. It is just offensive. Steve Jobs is evil, he screwed every single man woman and child who uses cell phones in the U.S.
I really do hope the Iphone succeeds in shaking up the cell phone market. I just wish apple would have been willing to go all the way and take that one final step toward thinking different. I would have been a switcher for life. Another missed opportunity for Apple and for America.

Sent wirelessly

If it's so gross why do I love it?

2007-01-15T16:47:00.001-05:00

I have said it before, but it bears repeating. I love the subway. There is something fundamental to the subway that I cannot reconcile with my adoration of the underground railway, and that is, the subway is disgusting. I mean mind numbingly soul-crushingly nasty. I t has given me a compulsion that the first thing I have to do is wash my hands, with soap. So why? Why do I love it when it grosses me out to such an extent? I see little kids on the train being given snacks. Snacks to eat with their fingers, and these children are not removed from the care of their parents. Eating on the train is just as disgusting as eating on the toilet.
On the other hand there is no more convenient way to get around a large city. Subways are not encumbered by street level traffic like cars and busses. There is another more cerebral attraction I have with the subway. The subway is a crazy social ecosystem all its own. There is a hierarchy that is so much more noble than the world above ground. Seats are first come first serve, but people are eager to give up a seat for a pregnant lady, or an elderly of infirm person. New Yorkers, the people trained from birth to ignore everything going on around them, turn into the most gallant of group of people when presented with the appropriate stimuli as long as it is underground.
But at the same time there are rats (subway chipmunks) everywhere, the stations and tracks are covered with 140 years of the most disgusting grime imaginable. Oh if only loving transpiration infrastructure were easy, I guess we'd all be doing it.

Sent wirelessly

What's the point

2007-01-14T14:59:00.000-05:00

I really enjoy writing this blog. It gives me power over the people I know, even people who don't read it. How's that you ask? Because anytime someone tells me something funny or embarrassing I just say "that's going on the blog" and I get people begging me not to post it. It's a really fun thing for me to have people begging not to write something. For one thing I spent my entire school years having people beg me to write, and now the tables are turned. It is delicious irony, and for another thing it is just fun to wield that threat over someone. But that ain't why I do it.
I write this blog for a plethora of reasons. One is that I think I have a rare perspective on life (I was going to say unique but I am sure there are others with a similar life view, even if I have never met them), for another thing having people to respond to my writing is an ego boost (and who couldn't use that), another reason is that I have time to do it (I realize I always had time but never realized it), I got a device that made me want to find new and innovative ways to use it. Those are all fine reasons, but the real reason. Is that I have always had a bit of a creative side but there was never a way I felt I could really express myself the way I wanted to. I couldn't draw or paint sculpt or act. I never really thought I could write either, but low and behold I started typing on my phone one day and haven't wanted to stop. Using novel spellings, punctuations and grammar I can open myself up the way I always wanted to but never could. Thank you to everyone who reads this, it is cathartic for me, and I hope you enjoy it.
Sent via wireless device from a lazy sunday afternoon

The internet is for porn

2007-01-10T13:00:00.000-05:00

This weeks theme on the Captainmicahp blog is CES. One of the hot ideas this year is IPTV, that is television over the internet instead of over the air or cable. This is a pretty good idea and I expect it will one day be the delivery method of choice for video into our homes. This could have wonderful implications for culture. At this point you are probably thinking "micah you have clearly lost your mind". Not true I am thinking clearly, in the US much of our pop culture comes from the big 4 TV networks and they are censored by the government in the form of FCC indecency fines. If the gateway for this content is no longer regulated by the goose-stepping thugs of the family values Gestapo which runs the FCC we could start seeing some real innovation in the kinds of TV shows that get produced. HBO and ShowTime are already at the vanguard of this. Once broadcast TV is totally removed from the equation and the marketplace of ideas takes over most productions will become similar to everything else that is delivered via the internet. So in the very near future TV too will just become on click away from porn. I welcome are new naked lady overlords of culture. The future is calling, will you answer?

Paradigm Shift

2007-01-09T19:13:00.000-05:00

I told you about CES the other day, and it not disappointing so far, but there is another technology fair going on this week. Mac World started today. Mac World is like the CES of Apple Computers. I normally don't give a rat's ass about the snootiest jerks in the industry (Apple) but they announced something today that actually might be great. The IPHONE is coming. The IPHONE is the long speculated Ipod cellphone. Why is this great news? Because it may help people change the way they view mobile computing. I have been an outspoken proponent of the converged device i.e. A cellphone that can do many things besides make phone calls and send text messages. I no longer own an MP3 player, or a camera, because I have a phone that can do it all fairly well. It is really nice to have everything in one small package. I don't even travel with a laptop. In my mind this is clearly the way of the future, but the general public has been very slow to accept this idea despite the availability of great devices from companies like Nokia, Palm, Cingular, Sony Ericsson, Samsung, LG., and many many others. The reasons why are numerous but I won't get into that here. The Ipod is so ubiquitous that this new IPHONE is sure to be a monstrous hit and just like Apple paved the path for digital music players it can do it for converged devices. Let' hope the cellphone carriers don't screw it up like they have for so many other technologies. We are standing on the precipice of a new day. Apple can give everybody the shove we need to start our journey to a better, cooler, more connected future. I hope everyone is ready, and though I can't believe I am going to say this but, I wish Apple success in forging the future.

I am a superstar genius

2007-01-08T16:22:00.000-05:00

I am a superstar genius. That wouldn't seem so humble coming from somebody else. I am brilliant, but all of my good Ideas are needlessly shot down by supposed experts only to have someone execute my ideas and make millions. My first example is a development on Central and Hawthorne in Charlotte. I proposed this exact project to my boss and his architect. My boss was mildly supportive but once the architect said it was a bad idea I was forced to drop it. Six months later I read about my project in The Business Journal, only with somebody else making the millions off it instead of me. That experience led me to make a terrible investment in a rental property. Example two. And this is the main point of this post, is a product called OQO. See it at oqo.com. This is a really remarkable piece of technology. It is a full Windows computer that is the size of a paperback book. It is incredible and has everything you might expect in a laptop except for an optical drive (CD or dvd drive). It even has a full keyboard. It also has a docking station so when you are at your desk you can plug it into a full sized monitor, keyboard and mouse and use it like a regular desktop. I had this exact idea more than a year ago, but my future brother in law Mike Foreman refused to help me patent the Idea. (he is a patent lawyer by the way). He said that it was too far fetched an idea. Well I learned my lesson, I cannot rely on people to help me come up with ideas. I guess it is because I am just so for advanced in my thinking that regular people can't appreciate my good ideas. That is a real disservice to the world. So I challenge everyone, I throw down the gauntlet. If I come to you with a bright idea, run with it and help me make it happen. You owe it to the world and the world of your children. I am going to make a huge impact for the better. Plus you stand a good chance of making 73 million dollars. And who couldn't use an extra 73 million?

Sent via wireless device

Mean mothers

2007-01-07T17:14:00.000-05:00

Do you ever meet somebody with an unusual name and think this person's mother hated them from the moment they emerged into the world. The kind of name you can just tell was meant to prevent the kid from ever exceeding in life. Well tonight at Target I met just such an individual, this was by far the positively worst name I have ever heard. It was not a subjective opinion on my part, but looking at objectively with an analytical approach you could not even comprehend the malice this mother had for her child straight from the womb. I am a little reluctant to even tel you her name because 93.26% of you reading this will not believe me. The cashier at Targets name. The name on her official Target name tag was FluQueen. I even asked her of that was the name her mother gave her. Truly astonishing. It makes you wish there was a law against name abuse in this country. I mean seriously FluQueen. With a a capital F and a capital Q, and no space in between. If you have ever actually heard a worse name I will adnit defeat, but I am sure noone has heard a more callous baby name. And Ophelia Titty is not a real name so don't try getting me to believe you actually met a person by that name.

Sent via wireless device from Target at Atlantic Terminal.

Greatest week of the year

2007-01-07T15:59:00.000-05:00

This is by far the greatest week of the year. Why? Because Monday is the start of CES. The consumer electronics show. CES is an industry trade show held the second week of January every year in Las Vegas. It is where gadget makers an consumer electronics companies show off their new products for the upcoming year. It is an industry only event, but journalists are allowed to attend. Thanks to websites like Engadget and Gizmodo, who offer incredible wall to wall coverage, you can vicariously be there too. There are literally miles of booths that showcase the future of what we will put in our homes and pockets that make our lives better, and if not better than at least cooler. This thing is like Christmas, if Christmas were cool, and Jews could celebrate too. It is a dream of mine to attend, but I probably won' be able to due to the industry onlyness of it. Man I am excited about hearing all the neat new things that will be coming out, and frustrated by the amount of cool stuff that will never make it to America. So if you are even the slightest bit geeky (I am not of course, but I get excited about it nonetheless) this is your week to stay glued to the internet. So have a merry CES.

Sent via wireless device from the beginning of the greatest week in the world.

Good day, or why they stopped making the shampoo I like

2007-01-04T17:22:00.000-05:00

Today was a great day, even though the greatness of the day is based on only one thing. It was a big life changing thing. I officially got into college (again), and not just any crappy old college, but a respected and thoroughly
Hip college. That's right , I am now a student at The New York University. I thank you in advance for congratulations. It really makes me feel for the first time in a long time like I am on track for something greater than a dullard's life of mediocrity.
I was originally going to blog about one of life's most intolerably atrocious inconveniences, and now that I have told you the good news. I will in fact complete my statement on the injustice of the week.
Why do companies continue to get me hooked on some incredible products to the point where no substitute will do, only to discontinue it the second I can no longer be comfortable using anything else. My first example is the Bic softfeel black ink medium tip rollerball clicky pen. It was the finest example of the disposable pen genré ever produced. I know I will hear from some of you fact fascists out there that they weren't discontinued, but merely redesigned. Yes that is true, but that redesign was so complete that it barely resembles the clicky pen of my youth. R.I.P. Bic softfeel medium point rollerball clicky pen, you truly were the king of all disposable pens. And do you think that is the only example? Well hell no the list is myriad. The next example is fresca in the 2 liter bottle. If ever there was a beverage worthy of the appellation invigorating, fresca was it. Poured over some ice, cold from the fridge, or mixed with tequila, it was perfect. Listen I know fresca is still available in cans, and in some markets in a 1.5 liter bottle, but ambrosia that sweet and inspirationally delicious is just too majestic to be cooped up in these tiny abominations. Why would the Coca-Cola company be so brazen in their disregard to my beverage preferences? Finally we come to the causus belli of my dismay. Yesterday I went to my local Bath&Bodyworks (you can be manly and patronize that store, so shut up Michelle) to procure my favorite bodywash which I had run out of. Well when I got there they were having a big sale. I was stoked, I confidently strode in and looked around but there was far too much froofy stuff in the shop and I was beginning to feel a little overwhelmed. I found the straightest gay man working there and asked him "I am looking for Juniper Breeze body wash, where is it?" his response nearly knocked me over. He said they only had that in bodysplash BODYSPLASH! What the fuck is bodysplash. There is no fucking way I am going that far down the girly man trail. Then he recommended Aloe Mint bodywash, and offered to let me smell it. At this point my mind had turned into an enraged, and yet emasculated ball of mush so I put the bottle up to my nose and gave a gentle squeeze so I could try a whiff of this possible new bodywash. Can you guess what happened next? This charming little hygiene product turned into Mt. Shampoovius. All over my nose and hands. Thank God (mom that one's for you) they had a sink in the middle of the store, though I never washed my face in front of an audience before I was covered with this goo, and it had to be done. Well after that I couldn't shop at that store. So I went to target and got some crappy melon cucumber trite, that will temporarily keep me clean until I can find a more permanent solution. Can you believe the injustice in this world, and the worst part is no matter how powerful you get in this life there is just no preventing that sort of thing.

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Something terrible

2007-01-02T21:59:00.000-05:00

For today's rare double post I will share with you a little about my day. I woke up this morning feeling very dizzy and not able to keep my balance. I was fairly unnerved, but other than that I felt fine. So I tried not to worry about it, but I could barely make it out of my room without falling over. I laid back in bed and stayed there until about 1 o'clock when I was just barely able to make it to gthe sofa. By about 2:30 I was still stumblin' and bumblin' arounf the house though iwas much more mobile than I had been all day, and by 4 I felt well enough to take a shower and try and accomplish my goals for the day (though they had to be truncated). When I took a shower without falling down I knew I would be alright out in the streets. I got about 50% of my abbreviated tasks accomplished though I still feel alarmingly woozy. If I don't feel 100% by tomorrow drastic measures may be in order. I'll keep you posted.

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I think it would go like this

2007-01-02T17:29:00.000-05:00

One of the many hypothetical conversations I regularly have goes:
Imaginary friend: I love reading your blog daily!
Micah P Cooper: oh, which blog is that?
Imaginary friend: you know, Captainmicahp In The City.
Micah P Cooper: Thank I enjoy writing it.
IF: You can really tell from the highly intelligent and difficult vocabulary, and playfully witty style.
MPC: well, I try to put out something the most erudite amongst us will enjoy.
IF: I have always wondered something and have wanted to ask you about it since I began reading your blog in May.
MPC: I would love to answer any questions, but I am afraid I cannot give away any trade secrets.
IF: Oh my! I better not ask then.
MPC: No. Please ask, if you touch on a sensitive subject I will just subtly redirect you onto a more appropriate topic. In fact due to my skill with small talk you probably won't even notice I have dodged you query.
IF: My, how droll!
MPC: quite.
IF: How in heavens name do you come up with so many amazing ideas for your blog posts. You really are remarkably clever and creative.
MPC: Thank you for asking such an intriguing and fundamentally important question, and doing in such flattering yet completely unexaggerated manner. You see kind gentlewoman, though I may seem above it, I have to think very hard to come up with my topics. It just speaks to my skill that they always feel like they are effortless to craft. It is comparable to michaelangelo's David, it may look effortless and fluid to the untrained eye but it took the sculptor a long time to achieve such perfection in marble. So it is with me and the blog.
IF: just as I had suspected humilty wrapped in genius. It is no wonder many people consider you the greatest writer since shakespeare. I have one other question if I may be bold enough to squander even more of you priceless time.
Mpc: dear woman, it would delight me to no end.
IF: would sign my boobs?
MPC: I try to oblige my fans.
So if anyone was wondering what goes through my mind just before I start writing, wonder no more.

Sent via wireless device from the more ridiculous, yet slightly seedier side of my imagination.

The Aftermath

2007-01-01T14:23:00.000-05:00

The weather outside is a perfect compiment to how I feel this morning. It is grey and misting outside, but suprisingly warm and pleasant. I feel awful, and great at the same time. A little headache and sensitivity to noise, but I am happy and to make it even better I have a couple of bruises and injuries that I don't know where they came from. I'm having a little trouble getting out of bed. What do you expect the morning after someone had to make up for four years of repression in on night of partying.

Sent via wireless device from the bed.

BLOGGMAGEDDON is here: Drunkbolg '07

2007-01-01T02:42:00.000-05:00

Well I just entered the Bergen St. Station heading back to Crown Heights. It had just started to rain as I walked out side from the party, by the time I got into the station it had already started coming down. But it couldn't dampen my spirits. The party was awesome. It hit 96.472% of it my goals for the night. I got drunk (hence the drunk blogging), I saw some friends, I had a great time, and I flirted with some girls, I saw some fireworks. It was nearly perfect. Can you guess in what area the party came up short? Well a gentleman never tells. I had a great time, and I felt like I was. The life of the party.
DrunKblogging is a lot more challenging than I had initially anticipated. It is not so hard to write something now, but I was hoping my thinking would be a lot cloudier, and come up with some truly zany stuff. No such luck. All that is happening is that I have to sit down on the subway so I won't fall over, things are marginally funnier. On the other hand, I am wasted. Now that ain't bad. I just got back to Crown Heights; hold on. I am back in my apartment now. I got a snack of some Captain's Wafers (Grilled Cheese flavored) and a drink of soda, no more booze for tonight. Man is is delish, I could have gone for something hot but there is some dude asleep on my couch. So I can't cook anything up. Oh well.
It was kind of strange to go to a party like the one I went to. It was just your run of the mill house party, but I felt total release. It was like a drain plug had been pulled and so much of my tensions have disappeared in a whirlpool (man that was a challenging word to remember) of easygoing good time. I am having an easier time with some of the decisions I will be facing in the coming months. One night of pretty decent partying has been very cathartic. Well I guess I have become a little too introspective, but I will leave you with this though: more than one person puked at thing I was at tonight. Shit yeah!

Sent via wireless device the Newly reemerging portions of my psyche, and also the no.4 train.

Portions redacted to keep it readable.

Your final warning

2006-12-31T22:13:00.000-05:00

Since the sirst sumerian thought to record Ideas with symbols and invented, there has never been an event as stupendous. As immensly, and pondoroulsy monumental as what is about to occur. I have painstakingly assembled all the ingredients. My credit card bottle opener, my sense of adventure, a bunch of people wanting to have fun, and the piece d'resistance, booze. Get ready, because I am on my way to get drunk at a party. Which is going to lead to Blogmageddon: DRUNKBLOG '07. If you have not mde peace with your maker, it is now or never. You have been warned!

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Are you getting ready?

2006-12-31T20:40:00.000-05:00

I warned you, we are now in the countdown to blogmageddon. I hope your affairs are in order 'cause its gonna be epic.

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Begin the preparation

2006-12-31T19:13:00.000-05:00

In less than four short hours I will be drunk. At that time I, Micah P Cooper will attempt something fundamentally impossible for a sober person to accomplish. You just have to ask yourself one question: Am I prepared for the seminal event the history of blogging?

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I have a serious problem

2006-12-29T03:01:00.000-05:00

It seems like everyday I am faced with difficult decisions. Today I didn't really have any worries, anything to decide. I almost made it to the end of the day. I was just watching TV for a couple of minutes before going to bed when I was faced with the physical manifestation of a nightmare.
I have a straight guy crush on Hugh Grant. He is so charming and foppish, he is disarming and his sheepish English suaveness is completely disarming. Without sounding too crazy, he is everything I would look for in a wife. You know, if he were a women, and maybe South African (but that is a whole other topic). Well the last thing I saw was a commercial for his new movie. You might think that I would be happy and buying my tickets to see it as we speak, but there is a problem, a big problem.
My least favorite person in the movie business since movies were first contemplated by Thomas Edison nearly 150 years ago is an actress I affectionately call Rotten Meat Face. That's right the dreaded Josie Grossy, I can barely bring myself to write her name. Okay here we go... Drew Barrymore. She is awful, she is all sweetness and light wrapped around the body of a 35 year old woman pretending to be 19. She is awful, and not as in full of awe, but as in making me want to barf.
This is some conundrum I have gotten myself into; how can I reconcile the amazingly wonderful actor who starred such cinematic materpieces as "The Englishman Who Went Up A hill and Came Down A Mountain", "About A Boy", and "two Weeks Notice"(Every one an Oscar worthy performance) with a hussy, a trashy, garbage lady famous for dreck like "poison ivy" and "charlie's angels 2: full throttle" and the original piece of silver screen feces that earned her my disdain "never been kissed". I hope you can appreciate what a difficult position I am in. I don't think I will rest very well until I make peace with this cinematic travesty. It is a celluloid Titanic. I had built a mental Maginot line against Drew Barrymore, and that harlot just strolled across The Ardennes. I pray that god gives me the strength to make the right decision. Please pray for me, and may god have mercy on my soul.

Sent via wireless device from my own private hell

The worst is behind me

2006-12-27T02:46:00.000-05:00

This was one hell of a day. It started out fine, there was a little fog this morning that proved to be an excellent metaphor for how my day would go. As many of you know, I am involved in a love affair with my phone. It may sound strange or geeky to a lot of people but I just love this little device so much. There are guys who own old muscle cars, and nobody thinks that is too strange, well that is how I am with my cell phones. Just like men who are always tinkering under the hood of their old mustang. This afternoon I was monkeying around under the hood of my device. I installed an experimental operating system file on the phone, and the thing turned into a fancy paperweight. It was totally bricked. Well you can imagine how I felt, it was like a good friend had betrayed me. Well what was I going to do? I tried for hours to bring her back to life, but nothing was working I was distraught. Hour after hour was flying by, I was becoming anxious, I wanted to cry, but in the end I held it together.
The fog was burning off the day, I got a call my great friend, he called to tell me he was engaged to a really cool girl. Mazel Tov, it was party time. I put my busted (yet still amazing and awesome) phone aside slipped my sim card in a spare phone and off I went to the party. It was so much fun, there were snacks and booze, I particularly enjoyed the tequila and tiny wieners. After a while the party died down, and I was forced to face my sadness. The phone was still broken.
Woe is me, what shall I do? While I was at Yaakov's party, a wonderful man from the internet gave me an idea of how to fix my problem. It worked, after about another hour of working to set things up again she is purring like a kitten. Even better than before, what a relief.
I would Like to thank Mike, and Mrs. Abel for being good hosts (and giving me the leftover wieners) and Mazel Tov to Yaakov and his Kallah, Rivka. Don't you just love a happy ending.

Man I love the Subway

2006-12-25T13:06:00.000-05:00

Man I love the subway. It is like a magic tube, you go down some stairs, get on the train and boom, ten or fifteen minutes later yu are at your destination. You always see interesting things, the trains are frequent and clean. The fare is only $2, and there are stops everywhere. I do most of my blogging from down in the guts of the city. I dont usually plan what I am going to write about (can you tell? No? Good.) but the subway inspires me and gets my creative juices flowing.There is a very big lie about New Yorkers. They have a reputation for being unfriendly, this is ugly disinformation, that New Yorkers cultivate. Many of you know that I am a gadget freak. The subway is the greatest place to see every kind of consumer electronic being used in the real world. Even better than that, people are always happy to talk about the device they are using. All you have to do is ask them with a smile, and they will gladly answer any questions you ask. People are great, and the get even better underground.

Sent via wireless device from the Wall Street subway station onthe 4 line.

Still working it out

2006-12-24T17:33:00.000-05:00

Being a writer is still a little new to me. I spent nearly 30 years being convinced that I was a bad writer, incapable of expressing a coherent thought through the written word. I am trying very hard to rectify that deeply ingrained self-doubt. One of the ways I am trying to shed a legacy of mistaken belief in my false limitations, is to write something everyday.
Today I was going to write something on an individual's responsibility to corporations. I wrote something, but I just couldn't get through it. It took on the feel of a sort of rambling manifesto of selfishness. I know that nobody likes to read any kind of manifesto, especially a manifesto of selfishness. So I aborted that idea, and now I am stuck for something to write. I may go back to the original draft at some point, because once I scrub out the overbearing self centered aggrandizing, it will blow your mind hole.
This whole project of writing is sort of a strange attempt at self improvement. I can get behind the idea of bettering yourself, and whenever I hear about an 80 year old man finally going back and getting his High School diploma, or somebody's grandma taking art classes, my thought is always "good for them", but isn't the reward for a lifetime of hard work not having to do shit like that anymore? Now I am beginning to take another look at my life and I want to start filling in the holes my misspent youth has left in my psyche and resume. It is probably better to do it when the response to these accomplishments is "its about fucking time" instead of "bless his heart good for him". I could have always written a daily blog, in fact I had the mental infrastructure to do most anything I wanted to do. I just never did. Now I am going to start, and all I Can say is...

It's about fucking time.

Sent via wireless device from the bowels of New York City.

A dash of style

2006-12-24T00:12:00.000-05:00

I was cruising the internet the other day, and I came a cross a list of "50 ways to be a better writer". Now since I do a little writing I am of course interested in being a better writer.
There are two points on that list that I would like to discuss. The first point is something that I have always struggled with, and that it, using to many commas, and using them in inappropriate places. I have no idea what the rules for using comas are, so I have made up my own, which I think are much better than the real rules for coma use (I just assume since like I already said, I don't know what those rules are).
The second style point on the list I would like to talk about is the use of hyperbole. The person who put together that list said you should avoid the use of hyperbole. This is probably the worst thing that has ever been recorded since the first use of writing 5,000 years ago. This bothered me on several levels. On one level I was bugged by the demarcation between hyperbole, and run of the mill exaggeration. But on a much deeper level I was concerned that the list maker, whom I call captain jerkface, doesn't allow for a bombastic writing style that matches my ego and psyche. If I try to convey not just my ideas through writing, but also a sense of who I am, then how is someone with a large than life personality (like me) supposed to accomplish that with out hyperbole? For the love of god I ask you, how? Sure if you have the personality of a piece of toast that isn't a problem, but when you are Micah P Cooper, it is just impossible.

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Subway Chipmunks

2006-12-21T23:54:00.000-05:00

My sister and I have a code word for the rats you occasionally see in New York, subway chipmunks. Rats aren't really the horrible vermin they are usually assumed to be. Now don't get me wrong I am not eager to befriend a subway chipmunk, but when I worked in a pet store there were people that would extol the virtues of being a rat fancier. So I know they have their virtues, they are the geniuses of the rodent world and are one of the smartest animals in the world per ounce. But tonight as I was entering the subway, a big giant Norway rat stood on the top step and wouldn't move. As I stood there playing a game of mental chess with a 2 pound giant plague bearing, flea ridden, vicious, violent rabies carrying nuclear mutant scaly tailed nightmare I realized just how wrong I had been in trying to improve the subway chipmunks image. From now I Will have to give them a meaner name. Maybe subway horse, or subway Satan. If you have any suggestions let me know.

Sent via wireless device from Wall St.

Pay Attention

2006-12-21T16:06:00.000-05:00

I am writing this on the subway. I have a little problem when I ride the rails in the bowels of NYC, I lose track of where I am. I am so in my pocket computer that I often forget to get off at the proper station. For example I just entered the subway near my apartment to head to the Upper East Side. This requires me to transfer to another train after two stops, but I got busy trying to decide what to listen to, and thinking about what I was going to write about that I missed my transfer. This is especially true if I am playing a game (usually Tetris). Now I know this isn't a big deal, but it does occasionally cause some inconvenience. I chalk it up to the awesomeness of the future.

Sent via wireless device from MTA New York City Transit's No.4 train between Brooklyn and Manhattan

Technology

2006-12-20T20:24:00.000-05:00

Paul Levy, who is a bigwig at a fancy hospital in Boston wrote on his blog about ending his relationship with mobile email. This guy became a heavy blackberry user and decided to cancel his blackberry in November when Cingular announced that the technology that powered the earliest Blackberries would be shut off.
He talks about seeing ho beautiful the world is without having his stupid face in the blackberry all the time. Well all I have to say is, this guy is a jerk. A major jerk. Mobile email and data don't have to ruin your life, in fact they are far more likely to improve your quality of life greatly. I think alot of Mr. Levy's attitude is generational. And that in the next couple of years we will all have the capability and desire use the power of the computer in our pocket to access the "information superhighway" . Think of SMS, just a couple of years ago nobody in this country would use them. Now even my mother will reply to a text message if I send her one (thought she won't initiate an SMS). I would just like people, especially older people in decision making positions to not be afraid of technology. I know the person who inspired this post used the technology heavily before quiting, but his reaction was because he was never comfortable with the tech from the get go. Like a french kid doesn't grow up to be a drunkard, some who grows up with multiple methods of communication doesn't go nuts the first second they get a blackberry.

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Something new might have failed

2006-12-20T19:57:00.000-05:00

I tried something new, and I don't think I quite got it it right. Picoblogger was kind of a buggy experience. Maybe if I wanted to post a lot of photographs a service like that or splashblog would be useful but the only camera I own is the one on me phone, so I don't take many and don't need to publish many of them.
Now I am trying to post via email. Blogger is pretty good about trying to allow you to get your content on your blog with many different options. All that was a prelude to this next sentence. Lets see if this thing works

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Trying something new

2006-12-20T19:47:00.000-05:00

Last Thursday I was flying from my home in New York to Charlotte. My plane was delayed nearly five hours, so I had more time to kill than even I knew what to do with (and killing time is a task that I particularly excel at). I didn't bring my laptop so I couldn't take advantage of the excellent free wifi that Jetblue provides. I did however bring my cell phone with me. I love my phone, and all of the capabilities it has, including internet access and a nice qwerty keyboard.
I have been interested in blogging for some time now, and even had a couple of abortive attempts at doing it. The most intriguing part aspect of blogging is moblogging, or capturing your thoughts as you have them. You no longer have to be tied to a computer to get your blog on.
Over the weekend that I took some time to search for an application that would let me do some mobloggin'. That's how I found Picoblogger. All that is just prelude to this sentence. I am trying this out, we'll see how it goes.

Taking stock in the middle of the week

2006-05-25T00:02:00.000-04:00

I've had a busy week, and I think it is only going to get worse. The week started promising, I had a birthday a couple of weeks ago and still had not given myself my birthday treat. Well monday I decided it was time to get myself a new handhel multimedia productivity computer (a new cell phone). When you are in New York, there is only one place to go if you want something cool that you really cant get in the USA. That place is Chinatown. After looking around four an hour or so, I was on my way home with a shiny new Nokia N70 (I will talk about that monster later). Before I went home I had to make an obligatory stop at Buddha Bodai. This is best chinese restaurant in the world. This pretty much meant that day was nearly perfect.
Tuesday was great it was my birthday. A couple of my friends took me out to Wolf and Lamb ( this place has the most masculine name of any kosher restaurant in New York. Then we went to Nat Sherman and enjoyed a cigar. It was a great day, tons of testostorone, the kind of thing a man gets to enjoy less and less as he gets older.
But today, Today has not been very good. Despite the fact that one very good thing happened, overall I would have to say today wasnt as good as the rest of the week. I have a deal that I think is falling apart, this has totally overshadowed the whole day. Despite the fact that it was a beautiful day, and despite the fact that I enjoyed the things that I did today, and despite the fact that I had another positive thing happen (can't tell you about it, 'cause it's a secret) at the end of the day I dont feel good about it as a whole.
Maybe Thursday will be different, but I doubt it.

I am going to be trying something new.

2006-05-21T22:56:00.000-04:00

I have wanted to start a Blog for a little while, and a few weeks ago with the help of a cool mobile computing device and a peice of software for it called Splashblog, I started doing something called mobloging (check it out out at www.splashblog.com/captainmicahp). A moblog is a weblog comprised of entries made from a mobile device, typically a mobile phone. I have really been enjoying this, and for the first time I have become a bit of a shutterbug, and looking for subjects to snap. In addition to this first moblog (available at www.splashblog.com/captainmicahp) I have made a couple of blog posts on myspace, but I found that experience to be lacking, mainly due to the fact that myspace is dumb. So in this space, I will hope to be doing alot of illustrated blogging. It is my sincere hop that I am not the only person who ever reads this.