What does it feel like to be the best? I just watched "Searching for Bobby Fischer" and it got me thinking about what it means to be the best at something.

The heat in New York is unbearable. This is not normally something blog worthy but i have to say that i am afraid to even go outside. It's hot and muggy and just pure torture. Smoking in this humid weather is the worst because you don't even get any satisfaction out of it. I feel so sorry for those souls who have to struggle to work and interviews wearing heavy suits and stuff because the subways are killer right now. The temperature is in the 90s and with the humidity, who knows how hot it actually is. Sick.

Just got in from a relaxing weekend away from the city. Ten of us all went out to Angie's house in Holmdel and basically ate and slept and couch potatoed. That was pretty much the whole weekend. I personally ate like five pounds of fruit (which turned out to be my downfall in Mafia) and we had huge meals and snacks constantly. Angie's parents were amazingly hospitable and took us out to eat dim sum, chinese buffet, pizza and cooked for us. It was pretty sick. We sat around on their couch and watched tv and movies and then got up and ate again. We also played ALOT of Mafia. Winnie and Grace had never played before but i would say by the end of the weekend, everyone had Mafia in their heads. Gluttony and deception, gotta love it.

Interesting isn't exactly the word i would choose to use here. And what the heck does this mean?



"He makes nations great, and destroys them; he enlarges nations, and disperses them. He deprives the leaders of the earth of their reason." -Job 12:23-

It's kind of interesting though.

AmericanDestiny.com. If this does not scare you...nothing will. What is this whole site about? God as the reason for America's dominance? Christianity as the savior of a nation? I'm still not sure. This is the kind of thinking that totally scares me about religion and specifically Christianity.

Went out to this little secret spot called Angel's Share. It's a little bar tucked in a Japanese restaurant near the village. I'd been into it with Sher Wing before but this time i went with Karina and Amit. It's hilarious because the door to the place is inside the restaurant and it looks like a bathroom door. There are no signs and stuff except for a rules list (No parties bigger than four. No standing...). Inside it's really dark and swank. Big windows look out over St Mark's and there is a slightly disturbing picture of an angel with horns on his head over the bar. The angel looks Asian and is very very depressed or sad or something. Interesting mural anyway. I realize that i always have a hesistancy to go out into the city from Jersey because it's such a hassle to get back but once i'm out there it's always a good time. It's just a mental hurdle to get off the couch and go.