For most of my life I have been a fan of graffiti artists. I slowly watched them infiltrate museums and have their work exhibited. Beginning the weekend of January 6th 2007, graffiti writers will tag the exteriors of two U-Haul vans wrapped in vinyl siding for the Graffiti Road Show, an exhibit from the Martinez Gallery.

My (ugly) Ceramic Tile Kitchen Floor. It came with the apartment.

Can you guess what this is a part of in my apartment? If you guess correct you can win a prize of your choice (read comments section for details). I'll announce winner of Friday evening...

I’ve been running into problems with people selling things on Ebay. Every time I bid on something and win, the seller always sends it a month later or not at all. I eventually get my money back but it is so infuriating.

In the original topic I think I confused people and didn't make my point clear. Here I will clear up everything by just asking a simple question.

Recently I have been discussing this, is having kids a selfish act?

In recent years religion has lost all its meaning for me. Through high-school I created my own type of religion. I believe in a being and not necessarily God, but a mix of a supreme being and science (I am NOT a scientologist). I practice it my own way that is not dictated by the Bible and in fact I do not believe in Old Testament or New Testament. Basically I don't believe in the Bible. Rather I think the Old and New Testaments are incredible stories that are fiction. They never happened and it is just used as a device to bring fear and conformity. I think of it as a story with a moral you would tell a child so he would do something nice instead of something bad.

I don't know if this will spook anyone else out as it did me - but sometime last week as I was searching through news websites - I stumbled upon a strange article on the internet. At first I thought this was a joke but as I continued to read I realized this was real!

Last night a bunch of us headed into a mysterious place in a foreign land and had an amazing adventure searching for exotic food...

Sometime I get tired of life.

I usually walk up to the counter and pick one of these gift cards up then slip it into either my back pocket or jacket pocket. I haven't been arrested yet.

Well, this past weekend and for the rest of the week I am peeling like there's no tomorrow (I have no idea what I mean by that statement it just seemed to make sense when I typed it).

Every year I go to the beach and every year I get badly sunburned. This year is no different, picture taken 6/12/05.

Last Saturday I spent most of the day in NYC just walking around. While I was walking around I started to notice people wearing similar clothing. At first I thought I was mistaken but as the day progressed I kept seeing people dressed in the same style. I quickly started to make mental notes and kicked myself for not bringing my camera. I'll try to break it down into categories.

This story was originally going to be called, The Greatest Oppressor in the United States? It was just going to be me bashing television and television watching in general. But, then I though about it some more and realized the greatest oppressor is not television but the greatest oppressor is us. In oppressing ourselves I mean we are holding ourselves back from achieving things. Why haven't we had another "Age of Enlightenment" since the eighteenth century? Maybe it's just me, but I haven't heard or seen any new ideas, new approaches or great revolutions. It's easy to blame an inanimate object for these problems and not blame ourselves. But we make these decisions, we all make choices. We have all these freedoms and seem just to waste them.

Last week was probably the worst week I've had at work. Friday came and all I was looking forward to was getting the hell out of there and getting home. I ride my bike to and from work everyday. I usually ride my bike on the sidewalk because in Newark, NJ there is no room to ride on the street. Cars are usually parked on the streets and sometimes double parked so it makes it hard for moving cars to get by when there is a bicyclist sharing an already narrow road. As I'm heading home and come upon another new block, I notice a guy on a ladder wearing a walkman washing his storefront sign with a hose. He's selling potted plants on one side and he's got the hose all over the sidewalk. So I slow down because I see potential for an accident.

My dreams in the past eight years have been easily forgettable. They are usually based on some sort of anxiety at work. But lately, I���ve been having some vividly strange dreams.

Well, this could be considered a pre-review since officially the CD called With Teeth, hasn’t come out yet. My brother, who knows that I’m a huge NIN fan, turned me onto a site where you can download the whole album. So I downloaded it and proceded to burn it to a CD. I know, I know, very taboo and I can get fined and such, but I just couldn’t resist the temptation. Needless to say, the site has been shut down. I think actually it was shut down the same day I downloaded the album. Let the review begin:

Sundays always fill me with anxieties, just knowing that the next day (Monday) I have to go back to work and start another week all over again. I just feel as though time moves way too fast and there is nothing I can do to slow it down. I feel like my weekends always go to waste. For example today 4/10/05: