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I'm back from NYC - it was a very nice break. Despite the bus getting delayed due to Pope-related traffic.
I had less of an agenda for the final day I was there - which led to a quick stop at the New York Transit Museum, listening to Beatles songs on my iPod at Strawberry Fields, people watching in Union Square, and drinks with a bunch of my friends from the Israel excursion (I've missed you guys so much!)
A friend of mine pointed me to a site called Muxtape - where you can upload MP3s to make an online mix tape of sorts. Ah, the lost art of the Mix Tape. So I went ahead and posted a Muxtape at msager.muxtape.com.
Finally, many of you still talk about Mike's Rules for Dating Nice Dudes (yet nobody comments here - only in Facebook...). My friend Lola pointed me to another blog post that goes along well with the dating guidelines - The Nerd Handbook from Rands in Reprose.
I checked out Shea Stadium last night, for me the first & only time (unless I come back in the summer which I would say is fairly unlikely due to work load). I can see why the Mets want a new park, though I will observe that there were next to no concession lines, and the team store was stocked full of goodies. Lerners, please take note.
Tonight was Yankees versus Red Sox at Yankee Stadium. I knew I was entering hostile territory, but I did not recognize just how much every stereotype Yankees fans have are true. They are obnoxious, rude, self-important, and needlessly petty. The Mets fans I met at Shea were polite, funny, knowledgeable about baseball, and very good spirited. Sure they made comments about my Nats jersey, but they were kind-hearted. The Yankees fans, on the other hand, were just rude and crass. While it may be true there is not the same level of rivalry between the two teams, I legitimately felt threatened by the Yankees fans for where my Sox jersey while I felt welcome at Shea Stadium. Add in the fact that Yankee Stadium itself is old, and the lines were atrocious - and while it was still an enjoyable evening, it was far less relaxing. Without a doubt, should I ever move to New York - the Mets will be my team. In fact, I will cheer for them gladly should they be playing teams that aren't the Red Sox or the Nationals. I would have pictures, but Flickr is being temperamental.
On the non baseball front, I had lunch today with an old friend from the Kerry campaign - which was absolutely delightful. We then went up to the MoMA, which was quite fun. My favorite modern art museum remains the Tate Modern in London, but the MoMA has a great selection of Rothkos, Duschamps, Picassos, and Pollocks - how can one argue with that?
I also finally went to the Empire State Building - what I thought would be a quick trip up to the top. Sadly, they have you wind through line after line. The observation deck itself was lovely, with great views of NYC. But it was hardly work the headache involved with getting there. Do I REALLY have to go through the damn gift shop just to get to the exit elevators?
I do love the fact that I have been asked for directions while I'm here - I blend in fairly well with the locals, it would seem. And I feel that I have mastered the New York City Subway - a much more difficult task than mastering the Washington Metro. But the Metro is definitely grander, and cleaner. But would I trade that for some Express tracks? Without a doubt.
There's a HBO store on 6th Avenue in Midtown. I dropped in, and sure enough - they had John Adams merch. After my triumphant 5 second performance in the film, I felt I had to pick up a mug. I almost bought a Frak/Battlestar Galactica mug at the NBC store - but I thought that was sillier.
I know, I know - I haven't been updating much. Leaving all ten of you readers vaguely missing something...
I'm heading up to New York for a short vacation - needed to get away to do something relaxing. So I figure that I'd go to Yankee Stadium and Shea Stadium while I still had a chance, and both the Nationals and the Red Sox are in the city. Tonight is Mets versus Nationals - should be a fun game. I'm sure I'll be one of the few wearing a Nationals jersey while I'm there. Tomorrow is the Sox game - hopefully I won't get beat up for wearing my Red Sox jersey.
This is my first try at the inter-city buses - thus far I'm fairly impressed - it's comfortable, and we seem to be making decent time. And there's electrical outlets and wifi (obviously). Now if Amtrak could just begin offering interwub on their trains...
I'll try to remember to post some more from the city.
The other week I was hanging out with a friend I’ve known for a few years, and who is one of my two go-to girls for opposite sex relationship advice. Also known as “opposition research” (See – that was a political joke). She was lamenting how this dude she was interested in seemed to go home with another girl a previous evening, and yet she thought they’d hit it off. Apparently this gentleman is a “nice guy”, and while I usually win the August Strindberg Award, if there’s one place I can help the ladies – it’s how to bag a nice guy. And I can also help making Strindberg jokes. Why exactly is August Strindberg so damn funny?
You see, nice guys operate under a different set of rules than the rest of the male population. Most of the time, there aren’t even nice dudes available on the market as they probably met their soul mate while in college and are off being hyper-successful and living somewhere interesting. You’ve met these people before – you probably got drunk at their wedding.
Mike’s Rules for Finding & Dating Nice Dudes (by Mike, a Nice Dude)
1. When you say “no”, we take you at your word. You see, when you say “no” to a super douche bag, he interprets that as “it’s not no until she’s calling the police.” This is a big part of WHY they’re douche bags. Douche bags hear “no” as “please continue to try to fuck me. Even if I’m very explicit in what I want and do not want.” Nice dudes hear “no” as “Please discontinue your advances.” And what do we do? We respect your wishes, and move on!
2. We might initiate some physical contact, but if you do not reciprocate then we will interpret that as “no”. In the sex ed scene of Monty Python’s Meaning of Life, John Cleese asks his classroom how to start “the vaginal juices”? One child responds, “stimulate the clitoris?” John Cleese indignantly responds, “What about a kiss boy? A simple kiss?” To us, we’re not sure when to lean in for the kiss – we haven’t had a lot of practice with meeting new girls because once we click with someone, we’re not just trying to fuck them for that particular evening. So early in the process, it’s a little awkward. But we’ll put our arm around you. We’ll sit close. We will initiate some small level of physical contact, and wait for you to respond. If you do not respond, that’s not a “keep going”. That’s a “uh oh, perhaps I am making her uncomfortable.” Goto 1.
3. We are not trying to fuck with your head. We are well aware that you are trying to fuck with ours. We understand this is a game, there are rules and protocols and other inane bullshit. But then there will be that totally awesome chick that comes along and ignores those rules and is all like, “Hey! Sup? So you’re cute and like Linux, I’m cute and like Linux – let’s go out for a drink.” And you know what’s going to happen? I’m going to go out for a drink with her!
4. We don’t like to use women, but that doesn’t mean we don’t like to shtup either. No nice guy is above having a one night stand – provided it is understood what it is going into it. As nice guys, when we’re single sex can be a bit of a rarity. As a result, when the opportunity presents itself – we’re probably going to go for it, even if we’re actually interested in dating someone else. Call this a lack of confidence, call this hedging one’s bet, call this pure unadulterated no-strings attached coitus – call it whatever you want, it happens. So if you’re interested in a nice dude, and you play it all traditional and “hard to get”, and are then confused when he goes home with some other chick who clearly he only wants to bed – it’s because you weren’t forthright and he probably hasn’t gotten laid in a while.
5. If you’re not interested – say so. We’re trying to learn these ridiculous rituals that you ladies have put in place that only serve to frustrate and enrage, but we’re not doing a good job of it. From time to time we’ll have the courage to say something to someone ourselves, but we still have that scar from Middle School where we asked out the cute girl & got laughed at. There’s a reason these things are called scars.
In time, I’m sure I’ll have more thoughts to add to this discussion. But here’s a good place to start. And so you know, my friend who wasn’t sure about this before she proceeded to follow the advice above – yeah, she’s TOTALLY smitten with her new boy (as he is with her).
Fine dining is a lot of money for delicious by tiny portions. Restaurant week is a bargain??!!??
As someone who has spent years playing guitar, and harnessing their craft - I find Rock Band to be an abomination. A fantastically fun abomination.
Norman Mineta would've approved Metro to Dulles. But instead we're stuck with these anti-transportation assclowns. And to your people bitching about the tunnel, Bechtel built the rest of the system with a design/build no-bid contract, and they did a fuckin' good job. Plus tunnels = cost overruns. And honestly, those of you trying to scuttle the elevated track, you weren't for the tunnel either - you wanted to kill the damn project either because of some misguided notion of "slow growth" or because you didn't want to hand a political victory to a primary rival. But I digress. Assholes. We need that train.
I downloaded all of Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass's Going Places album because I wanted to expand my collection of cheesey music. But I'll be damned if Tijuana Taxi isn't a catchy song. Is it possible I'm starting to ACTUALLY enjoy Herb Alpert instead of just IRONICALLY enjoy him?
This is a lesson that I need to heed when I'm out at bars.
