dave radparvar

things i remember

i was on the subway the other day when i began to recall random events from my past. early childhood till present. i would think of one even then quickly try and think of the next signifigant event in no order at all. i figure one day i wont remember everything so i out to write them down. in truth each event would make a great blentry (blog entry) in itself, but for now i am focused on capturing the events to help spark other areas of memory.

first day of kindergarten. nervous and shy. slowly walking over to the legos and meeting my first friend, bonding over a common interest of legos::pushing the pedal for the sink in to clean my hands of finger painting, the sink had a wierd faucet, it came out like a sprinkler::lying awake during naptime, it was never dark enough for sleep::when we on a family road trip and we stopped at a gas station to get directions and i nabbed a pack of chiclets. as soon as i realized what i had done i just started crying::when mrs. thomas played michael jackson in gym class on a record player::watching the old version of the three little pigs, or playing with downstairs david aka david foley at mamanjoons an babajoons::when i used to wear jnco jeans::when i used to flip out when i got a ‘bad’ haircut::when they brought in the big storage box with snakes to science class in middle school and i ran out of the room crying, they hadnt even taken the snakes out yet, i was just crying at the thought::the low point of my highschool career, the heist. glad it happened though, i learned a valuable lesson. great piece of advice, before u do something as urself ‘is this something id be proud to tell my mother about’. seems simple enough but honestly its a great piece of advice::worrying about bee stings at highridge on the baseball field during a game of tennis baseball, right before a crab apple war:: when someone tried to ‘run’ mine and my brothers buss pass:: riding my skateboard in circles in the basement over and over making super tight turns::taking electic karate with larry idonesi, or before that talking tae kwan doe in that place upstairs near the chasidic bike sellers where our family got outfitted with 4 ralieghs:: when out bikes got stollen::ordering sclives of $1 chezz slices from antonios::about a million other things but these random events should get the juices flowing…

cannons

“whats in there, a cannonball?”
::primus::

i work out at the rec center on 54th. greatest deal on earth 75 bucks for a year. including pool access. the gym pulls a very interesting crowd, because of its great price despite its upper east side setting. everytime i go i have a uniquely interesting social experience or i witness something unusual which i have come to realize is to be expected in nyc. one character is primus, the biggest, blackest, jacked body-builder turned person trainer u have ever seen. he trains with little old men and smokin chicks all the same. entering the weight room with his customary “oooohhh yeaaaa”, a call, returned by other daily gym goers “ohhhh yeaa”. to help put things in a better perspective, u know the huge locks that people us to lock up there bikes or motorcylces. i think i saw him wearing one of those like a belt the other day over his sweat suit. i first met primus early on in my time at the gym. i was pumpin at the the bench press w/o a spot when i nearly dropped the bar on my chest after too many reps. a couple of people ran over and over dramaticized my slight struggle with the bechpress bar and helped lift the bar to its holding place. with my headphones on i saw primus yelling something at me, i unplugged my ears and heard primus saying something along the lines of. “u gotta call me ova, im here to help man, when ever u need a spot shout at me dawg!” his tone was not angery at all it was a friendly ‘im here to help’ since then i give primus the customary ‘daps’ and head nod at the gym. this reminds me of my old days back at classical high school. freshman yr i was a tiny little kid so it was natural for the biggest thuggest kid in school befreiened me. kenny studmier. he gave em the nick name of “playboy” and always invited me to sit as his table, just to be nice, or perhaps he did it to pick up chicks. he also always cut the lunch line and brought me with him which was always prerry cool. if i was ever in the lunch line he would pull me up to the front. normally the principal woud try and catch line cutter however if they ever approahce kenny abuot cutting or about bringing me to the front he would laugh it off. back to the topic, primus is just one of the many intersting characters i have come to recognize at the rec center.

the bovina gazette

spent the last weekend in bovina center. a tiny town in the middle of nowhere new york. the trip started off with with the an expected 3 hr drive from the safety of the city into the unknown of bovina. after about 2 hrs of driving the map we had mysteriously disappeared. we continued our journey using the force for a navigation as well as suggestions from the sleeper (aka the oracle). lost in bovina we asked the country folk at the only source of life in the town, the local hess station. we spoke with the few country folk inside and requested some insight on where we were. oh yea and also in the middle of the night ebfore retreating to the hess station we ran into the the night wanderer a random man walking the streets of bovina. anyway back at the hess to larduous femmes came in with a paris hilton strut and requested the bacon special at about 1 am. yum. the counter worker at hess finally agreed to allow us to make the long idstance phone call to our friends at the bach party. turns out we had been 30 mins away for 4 hours. after 7 hrs of driving we made it to the cabin and its all history from there.

this is business

MY HEART IS FOR FAMILY, MY BRAIN AND MY BALLS ARE FOR BUSINESS. THIS IS BUSINESS

::cinderella man::

i thought of the basis for a new idea today, ‘the incubaker’. its incredible how invigorating a single idea can be. you can be slaving away at a keyboard doing work, but just knowing you have that idea in the back of your head makes you feel like a million bucks. I have more or less decided the buzz idea, later known as eyalo, is a lost cause. i dont think the market will embrace it, unless by sheer marketing force. a force which requires serious managment and a bottomless pocket. the concept while decent and well developed didnt tap into what people really wanted, it relies on what people needed. eyalo relied on peoples need for a job. many, including me about 1 day ago when i convinced myself otherwise, would argue that an individuals needs are far more reliable as source to tap into as opposed to wants. but i have come to realize that wants have a more controlling impact in todays narcissitic society. whether right or wrong, many people have diverged from our caveman instincts of meetings our basic needs and we feel the right to over indulge well beyond our needs. this is best seen through the overwhelming amount of debt in todays socitety. people want more than what they can afford. they want beyond there needs and they are willing to disregard the negative impacts of the future to take advantage of the present. the bonus of incubaker is it allows for a positive embrace of peoples wants. it encourages growth within peoples passion and creative ideas. it gives people a reason not to waste away in the hours after work. it provides an escape from what seems like the limits of reality and acts as a gateway to area where peoples creativity and open-mindedness are the respected and there title and salary are disregarded. of course the social benefit of helping the lone soldier escape from his cubicle is distant if to exist at all, however the benefit to the select few who become memebers of the core and extended team will be soon realized. this is the dream of incubaker. this is business.

everything off

this past sunday i was curising around on my new 65s. thats 65mm wheels i got for my skateboard. i was pretty psyched with the improvement from my previous rock-hard wheels. I also had them replace my bearings with a set of brand new abec 5s that i had bought for my stowboard. while cruisin in the sunday sun, i rode by a massage place. lately i had been thinking of getting some type of a massage while still in the city so i was poking around outside reading the sign. a woman came outside and told my to come in, thats pretty much all the convincing i needed. i thought i would have sat in the window of the front of the shop and get some type of foot reflexology type massage, but the woman led me down a dark and narrow hallway and opened a curtain to her right. i went inside and saw the massage bed and realized i was in for a full body massage. i had never had one before so i figured now was as good a time as any. the woman closed the curtain and left. i wasnt sure what was going on, but in my akwardness i sat on the massage tabled and waited. 5 mins later i hear, “ready?” one of the few english words this woman seemed to know. i replied excitedly “yes!” she entered the room and through her glued on smile i could tell something was amiss, she seemed let down. and she said “u want back?!?” as she pointed and made a mimed massage motion, i replied “umm, yes!” and she quickly responded, “well, shirt off!” [with a smile] then she pointed to my legs and made the same hand motion, “legs?!?”, again i replied with an agreeable “yes!”, “wellll”, she reponded, “pants off!”, in an effort to get the most comprehensive massage session, and avoid her going through every district of the body, i said “i guess i want everything!”… and the clever masseuse reponded with the same smile “wellllll, everything off!”

after my 40 minute massage, i walked my gumbo feeling body outside and i continued my sunday cruise. where i ended my adventure in brooklyn for bbq.

half-awake

“because we are only human, any unjustified choice not to embrace another or their ideals is rooted at a discomfort and distrust in ourselves”

i had been reading a book and began to doze off. while asleep my brain began to formulate the above quote, testing then rewording it. in this deam of sorts, once my brain agreed with the quote i kept repeating it to myself in my head, not sure why. before i knew it i was awake repeating. i even think i began to say it aloud. i dont know the signifigance of the time or why my brain kept thinking about it, but i quickly grabbed the closest scrap of paper to reanalyze in the morning. looking back on the quote now, i still agree with it. it makes sense, but it is nothing new, it seems pretty logical. i began to think of how this quote related to me specifically. i quickly thought of one thing that in the past i have made an “unjustified choice not to embrace” and that is snakes. perhaps i am not comfortable with snakes becuase i dont trust myself around them. not positive as to what that means but its at start.

facelift

getting pretty psyched about all this blogging, and im only two blogs deep. i gave the blog a huge facelift, ditching the standard google template and upgrading to a custom design, i like the graphics it gives the site a personal feel, and if i am gonna be spending time posting on the site i should at least contribute to the aesthetics. the person in the picture in the header is me at a beach in CA. highlight of that day was touching a snake. some random guy picked up a snake he saw slithering around the walkway down to beach and he was just holding it. i gave it a little poke. im almost completely over my unjustified fear of snakes.

first timer

first time posting on a blog. a little intimidating. not sure how exactly i wanna start this thing or what direction i wanna take it. i will most likely use this site to describe some notworthy events that happen in my life. and if i ever have the time i may back track through my childhood capturing moments in my life that i feel had a great impact in the shaping of my character. i am anxious to see how this blog pans out and see if i can keep with it for at least a little while. ultimately i think the greatest satisfaction will come 10/20/or even 30 years out when i come back and reflect on the good old times, or analyze and criticize the way i percieved things at a younger age.