tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143183812012-02-12T12:52:02.789-05:0034 (bleh) year old gay male living in New York. Corporate exterior with Random Not-So-Corporate Thoughts.TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.comBlogger3411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-85698068662565350642012-02-12T12:52:00.000-05:002012-02-12T12:52:02.796-05:00

Why does my blog show a random advertisement for the L'Ermitage Hotel in LA?  Well I am going to LA in a few days...

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-46916952969237744352011-09-10T15:12:00.000-04:002011-09-10T15:12:43.402-04:00

Apparently Blogrolling.com has gone out of business, which made my blog appear to be possessed by some sort of devilish internet worm.  At any rate, Blogger now seems to have its own "Blogroll" functionality, which I have been happily filling out today with some blogs of old friends, as well as a few new ones. Sadly, some of the blogs out there that I used to follow no longer exist and joined

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-31509444957354852592011-09-08T21:23:00.003-04:002011-09-08T21:26:10.390-04:00

So I've started a "lazy man's blog" over at some site that everyone's been talking about, Twitter. I have to admit that sometimes, making my thoughts less than 140 characters can be a bit of a challenge, which is probably a sign that I have a lot to say and maybe should come back to this blog as an outlet.At any rate, click here to check out my new Twitter feed. And who knows? Maybe I'll come

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-86638171914881678122010-10-20T18:26:00.001-04:002010-10-20T18:27:38.184-04:00

I just started my 4th job in my professional career. I really hope that this one won't consume every waking moment of my existance, and maybe I can finally resurrect this blog here (even though blogs are a bit passe now.)Feel free to say hi if you are still checking on this.

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-86531973981194697822010-02-02T00:39:00.001-05:002010-02-02T00:39:43.665-05:00

Up late now and was just thinking that I should rescue my blog and start writing again...

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-75069388124577399242009-10-25T16:38:00.001-04:002009-10-25T16:40:02.790-04:00

Have you ever spilled hoisin sauce all over your beige rug? Let's just say that it looks like I have a dog who isn't house-trained.

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-75971196429429648142009-10-04T22:22:00.003-04:002009-10-04T22:29:30.020-04:00

Flat-leaf parsley is my favorite herb. I add it to almost everything because I love the little flecks of green, and I also like the grassy and fresh herbal taste it gives.Speaking of herbs, I bought basil one time at Fairway with the roots still attached. I stuck it in a pot after taking off some leaves. A couple weeks later, I had a veritable basil TREE in my apartment. It stunk up my whole

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-77159610250677307132009-09-16T10:59:00.001-04:002009-09-16T20:18:15.043-04:00

I realized shortly after my 10AM meeting today that I forgot my hair product. Crap. I wish I was one of those guys who could go without it, but my hair, I have to say, looks like a hot mess right now.

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-4207995804306002612009-09-13T19:58:00.002-04:002009-09-13T23:51:25.796-04:00

Webster's needs to make a new entry for a "Serena". I wonder who the next person will be to go apeshit crazy on national TV and then feign innocence. I swear. Serena was so upbeat during her press conference, I half expected her to say "Oooooohhhhh. You all misunderstood me. 'Shoving a ball down someone's throat' is an expression. It was complimentary!"

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-30360817365741541112009-08-12T00:16:00.002-04:002009-09-20T20:27:10.041-04:00

Boy, Summer 2009 sure has dragged. The weather, getting a new apartment, some guy drama with a jerk-wad, the economy, work sucking....it's been a brutal summer, and I am ready for Fall.And maybe with a new season upon us, I'll keep my promise of getting back to this blog here.

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-40203650437353983802009-08-11T20:52:00.003-04:002009-09-05T22:35:58.341-04:00

Maybe the week long staycation at home that is ending tonight was just what I needed to get back into my blog.Or maybe it's the fact that yesterday I bought a 1/4 pound of Lobster Salad at $75/pound because surely that is the most interesting thing that has happened in my life in the past few days.

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-62255790698813425852009-06-12T01:31:00.004-04:002009-06-12T01:36:52.081-04:00

The French Open was so much fun. I can't wait to go again. And typical me, somehow my travel arrangements got complicated and I ended up with a $750 credit from Air France. But not sure I wanna fly Air France or at least Airbus planes these days.Here's a photo of me from Roland Garros!

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-23409552423530357892009-05-26T23:41:00.009-04:002009-05-27T02:07:00.688-04:00

Jo-Wilfried TsongaNovak DjokovicJelena JankovicKarolina SpremIvan LjubicicJuan Carlos FerreroAndy MurrayFernando GonzalezJelena DokicAlize CornetJulian BennetteauArnaud ClementMardy FishJuan Carlos FerreroFabrice SantoroChristophe RochusThose are all the names I saw today at the French Open!  I was starstruck.  I got to see some of them so close!  I was so close that I could see the players'

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-13885153217284550202009-05-23T02:15:00.001-04:002009-05-23T02:15:46.231-04:00

This song makes me smile (and a little sad)

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-22318386599103592902009-05-14T15:06:00.005-04:002009-05-14T16:12:06.602-04:00

Happy Birthday to me.Yes, I've been lame and haven't updated.  I've had some drama in my life with work being super-busy, buying some new suits, one of which I'm wearing today for my birthday (a couple were for a wedding, and another because I'm obsessed with everything that Daniel Craig wears) and some dating drama. But the biggest obstacle to blogging has been furniture drama!  Next week, it

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-20786657064812952062009-03-26T23:22:00.002-04:002009-03-27T00:49:31.745-04:00

Aww-right, I have figured out what I need to get back into the blogging game. My couch! So I've been in my new apartment on the Upper East Side (Lincoln Center, I miss you!) for about a month now. At first, I was going to keep all my old furniture. But then I decided that I needed to cheer myself up getting all new stuff. Leave it to me. I'll save the economy!In the meantime, work has been

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-19885077271971168812009-03-19T00:22:00.002-04:002009-03-19T00:22:52.693-04:00

Anyone still stopping by?

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-79301205401829027072009-01-14T21:38:00.002-05:002009-01-14T21:58:15.343-05:00

Just shelled out some major moolah for my new apartment.  It's ramen noodles for me tonight.

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-27023492188750420562008-12-28T13:13:00.000-05:002008-12-28T22:28:15.678-05:00

5 Vodka Martinis+2 shots of tequilla+1 weird-tasting lime flavored beer+1 joint=One TIRED-ASS TCho with a pounding headache!

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-15750984629137431992008-12-26T21:28:00.003-05:002008-12-27T01:19:44.195-05:00

While surfing the internet (don't ask me what I was searching for), I came across this two year old story about a Dr. Breedlove who claims to be able to create gay rats or rats "showing much more feminine behavior." By the way, "Breedlove" has to be made up. It's almost too cute of a name. Like Bernard Made-off.I can only imagine what the conversation between two of Dr. Breedlove's rats might

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-5075958477913242552008-12-25T18:08:00.010-05:002009-06-12T01:53:37.395-04:00

You ever have one of those weeks (or days) where all of a sudden you wake up and it's the end of the week and you're like, "Huh? That went by fast." Actually, I don't really mean that you woke up and you can't belive it all happened so quickly. Instead I mean like you can't actually remember the past few days?That's how I feel this month. I can't believe today is Christmas and almost the end of

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-44061352690669655762008-12-16T20:12:00.000-05:002008-12-17T20:12:48.477-05:00

I am beginning to wonder if this cold that I have is the longest motherfucking cold in the history of all colds.I know I haven't blogged in a while.  Will be back soon.

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-46440369111967156942008-11-17T09:14:00.003-05:002008-11-17T17:15:11.060-05:00

Swoooooooooooonnnn.And as a result of my lame attempt yesterday at the gym to develop an upper body like Daniel Craig's, my arms feel like they're going to fall off today.

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-25139340403578937012008-11-16T22:40:00.004-05:002008-12-29T19:55:47.670-05:00

Last night, I saw Quantum of Solace, with my dream boyfriend, Daniel Craig. As bad as the reviews were, this movie did not disappoint me at all. Then again, I think Daniel Craig could be catching flies, and I'd be first in line to watch him. Anyhow, before the movie, I had spent the day being fairly active. I ran about 6 miles in the early afternoon, and then played about 90 min of tennis in

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-91541540941521139252008-11-12T19:50:00.006-05:002008-11-17T01:17:03.452-05:00

This past Monday, we had a company Potluck at work. Since starting my new jobs, I haven't been able to partake in one of my favorite hobbies. But I thought I would whip out the pots and pans for this event. I had decided to grill a few big steaks. Actually, when I was buying the steaks at my neighborhood Fairway, there was an announcement that all rotisserie chickens were "buy 1, get 1 free."I

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-45297988053409536312008-11-05T22:20:00.002-05:002008-11-05T23:13:19.529-05:00

I am like obsessed with this song:Makes me think of all the cool things I could be doing.

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-43361481583526777842008-10-28T22:47:00.006-04:002008-10-30T03:48:39.240-04:00

This week I am in Bushkill, PA in the heart of the Poconos for a conference. I must say that this place has to be one of the most boring places on Earth. I thought there would be lots of rallies against our leader, or some folks from Dunder Mifflin, but there's pretty much nothing here. This place is probably one of those places that lists "foilage" as a tourist attraction. I'm sorry, but

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-84682502904049746532008-10-24T23:01:00.003-04:002008-10-25T02:04:42.433-04:00

I went to Magnolia tonight to satisfy my sweet tooth. I kind of hate the fact that I'm addicted to the Magnolia that opened in my neighborhood for a variety of reasons. I hate the calories. And I hate joining the masses in the dessert that really stopped being cool when Carrie Bradshaw started eating them.Tonight, I just had a craving and picked up a couple. But I swear, the cupcakes are

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-23666553481349458762008-10-21T18:56:00.005-04:002008-12-29T10:07:16.454-05:00

I've been taking some trips down to Philadelphia, or land of the Tastycake, as I like to call it, for work lately. I went to college there, so I know the city well. The day before my last trip down there, I decided that I needed a new suitcase -- one of those small carry-on, rolling things that most people obnxiously bring on to planes, even though I have never seen one of these bags measure

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-43952272533098520112008-10-19T23:38:00.007-04:002008-10-22T15:11:40.093-04:00

Over the past few months, I've been fighting a losing battle to keep this blog alive. Sure I post here and there once in a while, but I really want to get back to writing the poorly constructed prose for which I am now oh-so-famous. Actually, when I announced my hiatus back in June, I got a few emails from some of the friends I've made over the couple of years that I've been a member of the

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-53288756755708065962008-10-18T23:51:00.004-04:002008-10-21T17:44:18.141-04:00

I'm not going to go into specifics, but let's just say that I had planned to have a relaxing flight back home, having been stuck in a crowded plane on the way to Dallas and in a middle seat, no less. I never really minded the discomforts these days of flying our skies, despite the endless cutbacks, crowding and overall rudeness of passengers. I boarded my plane tonight at ginormous Dallas/Fort

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-16578602831887477852008-09-28T16:47:00.002-04:002008-09-28T16:52:40.874-04:00

It's Sunday and almost 5PM.  I can feel the weekend slipping away, way too fast.I hate this feeling.

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-36688122939272488182008-09-10T22:06:00.006-04:002008-09-28T16:53:47.934-04:00

I'm fairly proud of my concierge skills, but even I don't think I could have pulled this off.  Somehow, Oprah got practically the entire US Olympic Team to come to Chicago.  When I saw the preview on my DVR, I thought it would just be the superstars like Michael Phelps, Nastia Liukin, or  Kobe Bryant.  But Oprah, of course, would never settle just for the big names.  She freaking brought EVERYONE

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-66189599470907049362008-09-04T21:50:00.005-04:002011-08-11T01:53:55.329-04:00

I was sitting on the S Shuttle today on my way home from a long day of work, when I noticed this guy sitting across from me, furiously and intently working on a Rubik's Cube. Whoa, Rubik's Cube? It's back??? I swear, I never could get the hang of solving that thing and never really tried after a few turns. I was more the type who would do a few turns and then throw it against the wall and go

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-7000827672993734672008-08-12T10:54:00.003-04:002008-08-12T13:24:06.848-04:00

Yesterday, our Marketing Director told me that my new company wanted to announce my hiring in "LTN", and asked for my job and education history. Two thoughts came to my head: 1) "Wow, I've never had my job 'announced' anywhere"; and 2) "What the hell is LTN?"So I replied back with all of the info that she requested and the following email exchange ensued after I asked,"What's LTN?""Law Technology

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-63623270257665246322008-07-30T21:54:00.003-04:002008-07-31T10:00:35.727-04:00

So I started my new job a couple weeks ago, and I have barely had time to eat, sleep and perform other basic bodily functions! I'm actually worried I might have to give up blogging!Seriously, I am so NOT used to coming into the office everyday, considering that I worked from home 2-3 days a week at my old job. I'm so freaking tired all the time. I told my friends, "I don't know how you guys come

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-59539006396363545682008-07-13T22:00:00.002-04:002008-10-21T22:55:54.128-04:00

I'm back. Thanks to all who sent me encouraging emails. For my blog readers who don't know, I got laid off from my job about a month ago. At the time, I felt betrayed and at a loss for words. But now I have long since moved on, and I even found a new job already! In total, my actual time spent laid off was about really only about a week and a half. Nevertheless I now can say that I've been laid

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-90275869567036872182008-06-04T07:41:00.001-04:002008-06-04T20:31:01.390-04:00

This will be the last post for a while. There's been a big change in my life recently, and it's not really something that makes for good writing, especially when your writing is frivilous attempts at wit and humor relying on bad jokes and lame puns.I'll be back eventually.

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-84692151970451458172008-06-01T23:17:00.004-04:002008-06-03T14:06:39.609-04:00

I am so excited. I got a reservation for Momofuku Ko! I have been trying for the past month to get a table here, and was getting so frustrated that I was ready to spit on anything that David Chang has ever touched.But then I perfected my system and got through! When I got the confirmation of my table, I thought it was a joke. Also, I've read about all these people who are like, "Oh I've been

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-62062958724436899782008-05-27T23:15:00.022-04:002008-05-29T01:04:29.036-04:00

I was all set to have an exciting holiday weekend and come back here weaving golden tales of adventure, championship moments and debauchery. But all I have to show for my weekend is some exhausted legs that I'm icing right now because they're that sore. I guess I had high expectations, since it was Memorial Day Weekend which on the scale of "Awesome Sexy Holidays"ranks above Secretary's Day, but

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-82053529347131804872008-05-21T23:54:00.035-04:002009-06-12T01:59:48.420-04:00

I meant to write this on Tuesday, May 13, but I was so tired when I got home that I passed out on my bed. But my birthday is like a wedding: you have a year to recognize my day. And you never need an excuse to give me a present! (Also see last year's list, of which I have yet to receive. A-hem.) Contact me here for details on where presents can be sent.THINGS I DO NOT WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAYAn

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-23349303947645679692008-05-20T22:58:00.013-04:002008-05-22T12:21:45.943-04:00

Tonight I ran the American Heart Association Start! Wall Street Run. (What's with the multitudinous use of exclamations?) It was only 5K, but with the gloomy, cold, rainy weather today, I wasn't really in the mood to run. This was my first ever race. The crowds daunted me at first, and when the gun went off, I BOLTED because I had to get away from those crowds (I can't STAND crowds.) As I ran the

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-25357261594677053182008-05-18T23:16:00.008-04:002008-05-23T10:15:15.966-04:00

Tonight, I went for a run. This season, I've been running up the West Side Highway along Riverside Drive, as opposed to down the West Side Highway. Going up, you feel much closer to nature since you're running through Riverside Park. As a result, you pass by more park-like activities like soccer, playground play, and even a kind of hip watering hole at the 79th Street Boat Basin. I started late

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-6219813195862204352008-05-14T12:36:00.019-04:002009-06-12T02:03:06.296-04:00

Yesterday, I woke up at the crack of dawn to go play tennis at 7AM. Normally, I am still in Neverland at that hour, but I'm borderline hard-core when it comes to tennis. As a result, last night, I passed out at about 10PM and slept till 10AM this morning (sssshhhh! Don't tell work!). Right now I feel confident, happy and not at all uncomfortable with my sexuality (the last one would probably be

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-1188272309339984372008-05-12T00:35:00.001-04:002008-05-13T00:53:14.899-04:00

This past weekend, I had to work on a big project, and unfortunately I had to ask some data analysts from our San Francisco office to also work. I was very grateful, because our client was happy, which meant my boss was happy, which meant I was happy.But I felt bad for asking for weekend work. These analyst had worked all week on other projects of mine and were just overworked and exhausted.

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-23082252767440900832008-05-11T23:31:00.005-04:002008-05-12T18:12:07.079-04:00

Last night, I went to get some Korean Fried Chicken with some of my fellow gay asian bloggers at everyone's favorite Korean German Beerhof (like there are so many to choose from), Baden Baden. I hadn't been there in a while, and the first thing I noticed was that gone were the vaguely Hitler-youth type uniforms and replaced with just regular dark shirts and pants.We all enjoyed our chicken. Oh

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-74287803963529789612008-05-10T23:38:00.005-04:002008-05-12T15:53:21.979-04:00

Now that Mother's Day is over, we can all celebrate (wait for it, while I turn on my echo sound effect) Four Days Until My Birthday-day, day, day....In the past year since my last birthday post, when I entered my THIRTIES, I've felt a bit older and a bit wiser. Indeed, the year 2007 will go down as the year TCho chilled out. These days, as an old man, I don't think I'm quite as high strung or

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-81853361100566499392008-05-09T15:15:00.005-04:002008-05-12T18:14:26.260-04:00

So you know how people announce their special bond with celebrities by saying something like, "Oh I shop where Sarah Jessica Parker shops"? Or "I see the same optomitrist as Julia Roberts" (which is true.) Or "Alec Baldwin goes to my dry cleaner" (which is also true.)Well, I found out the other day that my cleaning lady cleans supermodel Ling's apartment! I'm not sure why this is so exciting to

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-17862847414156387432008-05-08T23:05:00.001-04:002008-05-12T16:07:32.265-04:00

A weird thing has been happening in my latest cooking exploits. I've really gotten into making loaf cakes. For some reason, making loaf cakes is so much more satisfying to me. I think it's the nature of the pan. I like putting all the ingredients for the batter together, especially now that I understand the chemistry behind the mixture of the wet and dry ingredients. And then when I get the

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One of my favorite past judges from Top Chef is Suzanne Goin. I loved her lesson on "tough love" when she was all "Are you saying that people cheated?"So of course I had to visit her restaurant, and I also got to meet jozjozjoz! I had a great meal, starting with a white bean and stinging nettle brodo, followed by a nice portion of suckling swine with some black truffle butter. It's funny. I

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One of my side trips while I was in LA was a drive up to the Getty Villa in Malibu, CA. For those of you who don't know, the Getty Villa is one of those places only some wealthier-than-thou, eccentric guy, who clearly has too much time on his hands, could think of. J. Paul Getty replicated an actual real villa from the ruins of Herculaneum, which is the next town over from Pompeii. the craziest

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On my second day in the OC, I drove to Little Saigon, which is about 15 minutes away from Disneyland. I was craving good Vietnamese food and wanted to explore."Little" is a misnomer for this place.  This place is freaking huge!  I felt like I had actually traveled TO Vietnam.  Every sign all over the place is in Vietnamese there's nary a white person in sight.  I expected the normal "Saigon

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Scene: I was sitting on my couch, and had just finished watching the American Idol performances and then the Results show when the following IM conversation ensued:Friend: "How are you?"Me: "Sad. :-("Friend: "What's wrong?"Me: "American Idol is tearing me up. Haha."Ok, so this week American Idol, the emotions on Idol bordered on maudlin, but I'm a softie and am not ashamed to say that American

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I've had a Bravo day before, and tonight I had a Top Chef night. And I even met a fellow blogger tonight! So here's my grainy picture of the Top Chef posse from the signing and Q&A session I attended tonight at everyone's favorite neighborhood megabookstore. I also had my second sighting of cutie Raggedy Ann-dy Cohen, who was standing in the back, looking all dapper. Apparently Sam, from

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I left Hawaii to head over to John Wayne Airport (I just love saying the name of that airport). On the way there, the flight attendants needed a doctor to help a woman who was apparently hyperventilating. I'm not sure what exactly happened, but in the middle of the in-flight movie, which was Enchanted by the way, one of the flight attendants asked the entire cabin over the plane PA system, "If

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I am incredibly lazy when it comes to taking pictures off my camera. It's probably because I am incapable of taking a good picture. My face contorts into these weird expressions that scream, "I'm pissed"; or "I'm taking a shit"; or "I've got a thing in my eye; can you see it?" Anyway, tonight at the ungodley hour of 2AM on Wednesday night, I decided to upload all the pictures saved on my camera.

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Before I invaded LA and showed LA what I was all about, I made a quick side trip to the island of Kauai. It was pretty relaxing, and I don't plan on boring you with things like, "and then we went to the beach, and boy was it hot!" But I would be remiss to not at least tell you about my ho-hum trip to Waimea Canyon, the weird date rapist guy who tried to pawn his girlfriend to me, and the couple

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Last night, I sat down on my couch with a big bowl of reheated Indian chicken curry that I had made the night before, ready to enjoy my dinner and catch up on blogs (those of others, as well as my own).Then at about 9PM, I CONKED out and had just about the best nap of my life. When listing hobbies, why is saying that you nap a bad thing? It's a well-honed skill, I say. If only I could blog while

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I'm back from the City of Angels! I had lots of adventures from my plane ride out there to my plane ride back. I even got to meet a fellow blogger!Trip vignettes (I love that word) to come soon!

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I'm leaving tonight to go out to LA. I've actually never been to LA before, so I'm pretty excited. Maybe I'll be plucked out of the crowd to be America's next star.More to come from Hollywood!

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I've been to Atlantic City and have to agree with Sean Kalish who is quoted in the NY Times in a story about two guys who are renovating two seedy, crummy boardwalk hotels into snooty "boutique-y" hip hotels. This is one of the funniest things I've read all day:'Atlantic City is one of the most disgusting places in the world,' said Sean Kalish, a 26-year-old lawyer who visits the casinos to play

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I feel like I've been sick so much more this year than in years past, and so much more intense, like feeling on the brink of death, that I've felt the need to chronicle my dates with Flu & Stu like a writer for the Journal of American Medicine.I was talking with a friend about my latest bout with Flu & Stu's cohort, who I'll name Tru. I was telling him how all the medicine I had taken so far

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A few weeks ago, I had dinner at Smith & Wollensky. For those of you who have never read The Devil Wears Prada, Smith & Wollensky is one of the old-school steakhouses in New York city, meaning surly waiters and huge portions.While we were ordering, the following conversation ensued:Female Co-Worker: "Can I have the grilled chicken?"Waiter: "Sure. A whole chicken, right?"Female Co-Worker: "Um.

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Thanks to the American Idol Top 8 Guys last night, I now have the urge to "wake someone up before I go go." I just need an earring and I'll be all set.Why, of all the 80s songs the guys sang last night, does Wham have to be the one stuck in my head?

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I love long weekends. Who doesn't? But it really sucks to be sick on a long weekend. I could feel it coming on Saturday and prayed that the "tickle" in my throat would go away. But it never does for me because my immune system grabs at any chance to take a vacation.I spent the morning today buying sacks of kiwis, oranges, lemons, grapefruits and limes. If the Florida citrus industry ever

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Record cold for northern Minn.: 40 belowMINNEAPOLIS - It lived up to its name: The temperature in International Falls fell to 40 below zero Monday, just a few days after the northern Minnesota town won a federal trademark making it officially the "Icebox of the Nation.It was so cold that resident Nick McDougall couldn't get his car trunk to close after he got out his charger to kick-start his

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I'm so lame. I spent hours tonight on Youtube (three words for Youtube: Ad-Dict-Ive) looking up covers of classic songs from the 60s, 70s and 80s. This one is a very corny, but strangely captivating, cover of my favorite Supremes song. And I'm also inexplicably curious if either of the dancers ever made a name for herself.Speaking of the Supremes, Diana Ross got booed down in Jamaica a couple

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In addition to losing my iPod Nano and shuffle, I lost my fancy noise-cancelling headphones. Mine were in-ear headphones, and so not those conspicuous giant-ass Bose ear-muffs that would be somewhat noticeable if I had left them on a gym locker room bench. Although, knowing me, it's not impossible to think that I would be that stupid.So I bought myself some fancy new headphones and got them in

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I've cooked long enough now to not really need measurements anymore. I used to not be like that. I would sometimes try to follow along cooking shows, valiantly trying to understand vague instructions like, "It's done when it looks done," or "throw in some garlic," with me in my kitchen holding a whole chicken in one hand, a perfectly mixed vodka tonic in the other and having a nervous breakdown

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This past weekend, I was in Bonita Springs, FL. Everyone kept asking me "Where the fuck is that?" when I told people that's where I was going. Well, as I've mentioned before, I love my Hyatts (there's a great one there), and I needed a break from work and annoying people to recharge my batteries (and maybe get myself back into regular blogging).The hotel was pretty nice and afforded me the break

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On Monday, I lost my iPod Nano.Tonight, I lost my shuffle.

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So I saw this on Manhattan Chowder, and thought it was fun. Plus, recently, I was talking to someone who told me all these impressions that he had of me that I thought were totally one-sided and wrong, and made me think, "Geez, does everyone think that of me?" The below actually sounds more like me.You Belong in DublinFriendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or

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Tonight, on my way home from work, a woman asked me for directions. She asked me, "Excuse me sir, can you tell me where midtown is?" I was kind of in a mood, and it took a lot of self-restraint to hold back the urge to roll my eyes. I just replied "This is midtown." Instead of a look of embarrassment, I got a withering look from this lady, who said "No. Where's 42ND STREET?!?!" Whoa, be-yotch, if

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It seems like everyone has been crazy busy at work lately. I too have been contributing my efforts to save our country from a recession by burning the midnight oil at the office.Working at the office has been a nice change for me since from about mid-December to New Years, I've been working from a hotel or from home. Apparently, I've been missing out. Some of the most interesting things that have

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Over Christmas, I went to Hawaii for the first time. For those of you who have never been to our fiftieth state, you should know that it is populated by four different types of people: retirees, honeymooners, japanese tourists and vacationing families. Of course there are the local Hawaiians and the homeless hippies who arrived back in 1970, and never found their way off the island.I've never

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Just SWAMPED with work. Damn, why do people have to keep suing each other? Can't we all just get along?Hope you all still check in!

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Tonight, I made my first trip to the gym in six days. Due to my bubonic plague over the past few days, I hadn't been able to go.After a pretty good four-mile run, I left the gym. On my way out, I checked my bad self in the mirror and have to say I was pretty pleased, considering that I've been sick for the past few days. I was looking pretty good in my new Barbour coat and my hair, for once, was

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A friend of mine is one of those marathoners, constantly training for the next race in rain or snow, a lifestyle choice which I will never understand. Anyway, he told me recently that he has a resting heart rate of 60 bpm, which is pretty impressive, I think.So I measured mine this morning, and saw that mine is 65 bpm. Hmmm. Not too bad. But, sadly, I don't think this is indicative of any

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I haven't been sick since my encounter with Flu. But now Flu has sent his cohort, who I'll name "Stu." "Stu" isn't quite as strong as Flu, but he did make me cancel tennis for Saturday and Sunday, which sucked because I've been playing well, and am currently on a three-match winning streak (I'll credit my new Andy Roddick serve that I've been working on.)Thankfully, Stu isn't nearly as bad as

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I was tagged a while ago by Christopher to answer the following questions...This is my second meme! (Here was my first one.) I'm gaining in-roads into blogger world. Woo-hoo!Taken a picture completely naked? Nope.Made out with a friend on your MySpace/Facebook page? Not yet. I actually can't stand Myspace because every myspace page I go to has music playing. Um, I 've got my own music,

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The other day I was watching World Fashion Tour and got a glimpse of Karl Lagerfeld's super hot bodyguard.I can forgive the borderline silly penguin sweater and also having the responsibility of hanging around bitchy, silly Karl Lagerfeld as an actual job for looking as sexy as he does. Apparently, he's a former boxer and is straight. But one can dream.

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After looking like a bombed-out, abandoned building for the longest time, the Hotel Empire (or actually now known as the "Empire Hotel") finally reopened a couple months ago. For such a prime location right at Lincoln Square, the site had really gone to waste for the couple of years it was closed down.Now it's a slick, new boutique hotel with a very swank glass entrance and.....the HOTTEST

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Thanksgiving is now over and coming back to work has been like a giant slap in the face. I actually had two Thanksgiving dinners this year. I cooked my own turkey and fixing on the Friday after Thanksgiving and had a couple of friends. My turkey turned out great, and I was quite impressed with myself, if I can allow myself to say so.But the first Thanksgiving dinner I had this year was on

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I saw an old co-worker of mine this past weekend, while waiting for the 4/5 train at Grand Central. He had lost a lot of weight and looked great. I told him so and asked him what was his secret.He replied, "Oh I just got out of AA."What the hell am I supposed to say that?!?! The inappropriate part of me kind of wished I had a drinking problem to get rid of because he made it sound so easy. The

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In the past two months, I have been to Indianapolis, Chicago, San Diego, San Francisco, Houston and Boston. The reasons for all these trips vary from work to acting like Roger Federer while playing in tennis tournaments to unexpected layovers to chasing my precious Hyatt status. I'm a total hotel and airline points addict and so my recent trekking across the country has only added to my

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The wedding was for a friend from college--this very glamorous friend of mine who used to be a model and who is just the sort of person to have a destination wedding in Bodrum, aka the St. Tropez of Turkey.Truth be told, by the time of the wedding, I was ready to go home. I was homesick and ready to leave. Looking back now, it's somewhat amusing to me that there was actually some debate in my

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Since our Indian Summer finally ended, and the weather turned cold here in New York, Daylight Saving could not come soon enough for me, since there was no longer a compelling reason for me to be outside. Maybe that's all I needed to get me to blog more--more time in my day. Think of all the time I have now. For instance, I'll show up at work only half an hour late, which isn't bad considering

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Scene: Before coming to Turkey, I thought Baklava was an oozing pillow of goodness only from Greece. I had no idea that you could find it in Turkey too. So of course, I had to find a bakery in Istanbul.Before I go further, let me explain how I feel about my past history with Baklava and desserts in general. Unless you really dislike honey or nuts, there's really not much objectionable in the

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Scene: My two friends and I are walking to the Hagia Sophia. It feels like it's about 5,000 degrees, and we all feel absolutely disgusting. We're chatting away while walking under the blazing sun. Then, all of a sudden, this old Muslim woman and gives us the following gesture.Me: "What the fuck was that?"My friend, S: "Uh. I have no idea."(We continue with our sightseeing. Later on, at hour hotel

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Scene: My two friends and I are waiting to get into the Sultanahmet Mosque. For the past 30 minutes, we had been hearing the Islamic prayer chants, calling for prayer, and we had to wait until everyone was done. My two friends, both of whom are female, had dressed for the occassion or had brought items to make them look the part. One friend was wearing pants that day, even though it was about

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I got to Istanbul really late around 3AM, local Istanbul time. My connecting flight in Frankfurt, where I had originally planned to spend the night, but instead just passed through, was delayed. That gave me time to catch my breath after the little run I had taken from my Milan flight gate. To get to my Istanbul flight, I had to get to the opposite end of the airport, and there's no little train

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Before I arrived in Istanbul, I spent a couple of days in Milan for a brief shopping excursion. I kind of had a crazy flight itinerary, where I flew from JFK into Istanbul, and then back West to Milan via Frankfurt. Needless to say, I was pretty exhausted when I finally got to Milan.Let me tell you, Milan Malpensa airport is freaking far from the actual city of Milan. By car, it takes about an

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I know things have been a little slow and off schedule here, and I wish I could say that I had a very good reason for it. Like that I've been busy with another project or something. I was thinking of some possible projects that I wish I could say that I've been working on. For instance, it would make me sound so over-achieving if I had been working on a book. And better yet, it would be cool if I

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-77627733787467658052007-09-17T07:05:00.000-04:002007-09-17T11:14:44.320-04:00

Normally, at 7AM on weekdays, I'd still be at home. I'd probably be making some coffee or sitting at my computer, getting myself ready to work at home in my pjs.But nooooooo. Instead, I have this incessant drilling and banging going on directly outside my apartment building at the old Red Cross building that makes me want to throw heavy things out my window and yell at them, "Your death was so

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-5282882448705939962007-09-15T23:21:00.000-04:002007-12-10T02:48:14.764-05:00

I do plan on writing about my adventures in Europe eventually, especially now that i've kicked my jet lag to the curb. In fact, I plan on writing a series of vignettes or short, impressionistic scenes that focus on one moment or give a particular insight into a character, idea, or setting, according to Wiktionary. So brace yourself for some intense stories that I'll write in between searching for

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-63420449508598170422007-09-10T20:39:00.000-04:002007-09-17T11:17:05.583-04:00

I got back Sunday from my jet setting across Europe. When I finally got home, I thought I was going to kiss the tarmac at JFK. I was just so homesick and could not wait to get back to New York. While Milan, Frankfurt & Istanbul were fun, I missed New York oh so much. For example:My doorman. I almost gave him a hug when I saw him. He completes me because if he's not there when I come home every

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-89789040326045728372007-09-04T02:35:00.000-04:002007-09-11T20:25:01.900-04:00

I've been in Istanbul for two days now after a stops in Milan and Frankfurt. Now I'm finally here experiencing life as a Turk, drinking lots of Turkish coffee and eating lots of baklava.Will blog more soon, but hi to everyone from Turkey!

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-44484255781431589442007-08-20T23:44:00.001-04:002008-05-20T00:22:54.498-04:00

I'm back from San Francisco. The trip was fairly uneventful, if only for the fact that I was really lame and did nothing after work. No going out for me last week due to a nasty summer cold that wore me down all week. It seemed that my immune system was ready to stop vacationing, after my body enjoyed being sick-free for the past year.Being sick in a hotel is really not fun. You're in a strange

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-65738771249110556292007-08-13T23:28:00.000-04:002007-08-16T14:10:10.103-04:00

Just wanted to let you all know that posting will probably be a bit sporadic in August. I've been stinking busy at work, and I am just mentally and physically exhausted. And in August, I'll be doing lots of traveling, stopping in San Francisco (which is where I'm at right now), Milan, Frankfurt and then finally Istanbul!Plus right now, I feel like crap due to some germ-carrying passenger on my

TChohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457341656172523620noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14318381.post-2366781960852696052007-07-31T23:59:00.000-04:002007-08-01T16:38:41.327-04:00

My best friend from college just emailed me to say thanks for the good luck wishes on the Bar. But then he told me that the Bar exam was the middle of last week! Oh great. This past weekend, I was telling everyone "Oh, my friend is taking the Bar today" or "It sucks that my friend has to take the Bar on a weekend." I really could have sworn it was this past Sunday & Monday.So I'll amend my last

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