Unbeatable Banzuke

I have a strange, mid-finals calm about me today. It's like the eye of the hurricane. I have my hardest test tomorrow and yet here I am...playing scrabulous and browsing yelp. Whatever though, I feel pretty confident. I almost feel like it would be impossible for me to fail as concieted as that may sound.

I'm also too busy making mix cd's for a couple friends for when I go home on the 28th. In this modern age of 5 million GB portable players it seems almost silly making a tiny little 16 track CD so i'm upgrading to MP3 CD's that can hold 5 or 6 albums. That's the only way to fly.

For Billy i'm including all my latest indie rock favorites like Why? and Thao Nguyen. I'm so bored with hip-hop it's not funny. If anyone can turn me onto some real underground dopeness please let me know!
And for Mariza i'm putting in alot of booty bass mash-ups from the hood internet and perhaps a little hipster hop too.



Yesterday I borrowed Brent's bike and rode with Bay about 2 miles from Prospect park to the new Ikea in Red Hook. It was alot of fun! I hadn't biked like that in years. And weaving through NY traffic was pretty exhilirating. When we got there we stuffed ourselves with 2 hotdogs each, an ice cream cone, soda and cinnamon roll all for $4.00 each!! Amazing. I'm going to bring my next date there :)

On the way back we were caught in the beginning of a monsoon and were soaked as fuck! But even that was epic...soaring through the park with the wind and rain blasting us. The elements against us and our legs pumping towards the next beautiful stretch of greenery ahead of us. It was dope.

And now...after tomorrow's test I will return to Boston for my last weekend before summer break. Leile, I mean Mr. Salty, is playing a show on sunday and he's also promised me some sort of BBQ cook off festival on saturday. I'm juiced!

P.S. - New Yorkers don't seem to know what the term "juiced" means other than a steroid reference. And they certainly don't know "gaffled". It's so weird here...