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…

“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 binring 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.

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.

-food on fulton-

cajun maggies on john st.: brown rice, potatoes, corn and bourbon chicken. its a big meal buts fantastic!

carousos on broadway (not to be confused with carousos on fulton): chicken parm sandwhich
hing - wah on fulton: kung pow chicken or chick with eggplant, both fantastic.

-extened entrees-

some other noteworthy nyc meals

pescatore
outdoor balcony seating. i got the ‘pescatore for two’ it was a serious ocean dish; lobster, clams, mussles, calamari and just about everthing else u find at the bottom of the ocean. i was psyched to wear the bib..overall great dish. i may have to go back for this…

persepoles
persian food, never as good as good as home but very close. I ordered the fessenjoon, its a pomogranet walnut purree with chicken served over rice, it was delicious PS if u havent had persian food before u should, its fantastic.

mancaro
peruvian cuisine… it was very interesting…between me and my bro we split an avacado salad and the red snapper cerviche. aparently cerviche is a way to prepare raw fish with lemon cilantro and other spices. it was good, but it was raw fish overload. i cuoldnt handle all that raw fish.

jules
nice little french bistro. live music, i got the duck, it was delectable.

taco city
great taco place run by a bunch of young asians. interesting part was they were always cooking chinese food back there for themselves, but they never ate the mexican food. made me wonder why i was eating it, then after my first bite i remebered it was fantastic, the grilled chicken (or dog) was robust with flavor.

john & tonys
the ultimate pizza spot, open till 4am. even better after a night of partying in the city.