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Al Gore's Utility Bill: $1400. Eric's Utility Bill: $25-$300

Wednesday, February 28, 2007 by eric yang

No doubt some of you have heard of the Drudge Report story going around that claims Al Gore's mansion in Nashville, TN racks up a $1400 electric bill per month. There, of course, has been a good response back from the former Veep explaining their usage of Green Power, but either way I thought it a good time to do a little comparison. I can't help but feel bad for the Powerpoint Presenter Debonaire. I love the Drudge report but know it's unabashedly bias, yet I must. have. it. daily.

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What Scares Men? Time To Answer That Burning Question...

Wednesday, February 21, 2007 by eric yang

I was forwarded this article from my friend who I can't recollect ever having forwarded me anything but since it was directed only to me I thought it should be read. Anyway, it was on Yahoo! Health and since I generally like Yahoo's content I did an actual read instead of my general one finger fly thru.

The article lists the 15 things men are generally most afraid of. Most people women think they know what men are most afraid of but I'm willing to take a stab at saying that they're often WAY off. Let this list give you some answers, it surely shed some light on the subject for me.


#15 Hair in the drain. The first sign of male pattern baldness brings a man face-to-follicle with a skimpy aspect of his future. And it's always earlier than he expects or wants (which is, like, never). Logically, men know that baldness is as much of a part of life as Leno making Britney jokes. Logically, men know that being bald doesn't mean that they're any less smart, virile, or successful. Logically, men know that women don't care how much hair their men have. Logically, men know there are plenty of bald men who are comfortable in their skin--no matter how much of it they're showing. But when it first happens, it feels like stepping on a scale and being 20 pounds heavier or waking up in high school with a quarter-sized nose pimple. It's the inevitable and uncontrollable change in appearance that men try so desperately to protect. Maybe even more importantly, this moment when a man starts losing his hair says a lot about him-whether he's cool enough to handle it, or anxious enough to attempt to deny it with combovers, Rogaine, or faith healers.

#14 Getting caught noticing another woman. A man's instinctual response to visual stimulation very rarely has anything to do with his current relationship or how he feels about it. But his lizard brain reacts instantly, and before he knows he's doing it, he's looking at someone else. We hate having to explain behaviors that even we don't fully understand.

#13 Rejection. Doesn't matter whether it happens after a job interview, or at a bar, or on the basketball court. And remember, there's a difference between losing and being outright rejected. Men can handle losing a game or having a bar conversation disintegrate into nothing. But the proud creatures that men are, they hate having their shots blocked. Mainly, that's because it means that someone else has the upper hand-and is gloating about it.

#12 Super Nanny.

#11 Speedos.

#10 His dad's death. It's his most powerful moment of a reflection, as he thinks about his own mortality. Becoming the family patriarch is heavy stuff. For many men, it's a life-changing moment, because they think about what their fathers did for them and what they failed to do. The next step: Considering what they need to do to be better dads and better men themselves--which means they must confront their own failures, as well. That's a lot for a grief-stricken man to deal with. He should get some latitude to do that in his own way. For him, reaching out may be through what seem like misdirections--more chatter about fishing with friends, an extra set of tickets to the Phillies showdown with the Mets. But guys need a reason to get together; the talk will come during a slow point in the 6th inning, or in the car on the way home.

#9 Her tears. Men know it's natural, that women need to do it, and that it's a signal that they better provide something more than just a tissue-even though many men have no clue what that something might be. Men have been told that women cry for all kinds of reasons-to release some emotions, to get our attention, or just because dammit, The Bachelor rose ceremony is so stinkin' sad. Men want to do the right thing, but because men don't navigate those falling waters very often, they probably do the wrong thing more often than not. Which is another reason why they fear her emotional tsunami.

#8 Being a lousy lover. Of all the things that men want to happen in bed, pleasing their women ranks near the top of the list, according to a national Men, Love, and Sex survey by Harris Interactive. Men hate to think that women may be bored, unimpressed, or unsatisfied. Maybe it's an ego thing (okay, it is an ego thing), but men do very genuinely care about how much pleasure a woman is having in bed. That's why the faking thing drives men so crazy. To men, feigned pleasure is code for: You're so damn terrible at this, but there there, little fella, I'm gonna make you feel good about your inadequate self. Men want to know what women want, and they want to be successful in delivering it.

#7 Not being a god to his kids. There comes a time when men don't care much about what strangers, co-workers, friends, in-laws, or anybody else thinks about them. But when a kid articulates his father's flaws, it's the ultimate heart crumbler. Men know that sometimes they work too much or are too short-fused or simply fall short on the hero-dad meter, but deep down, they know it's the most important job that they're going to do. And if they don't do it right, they know there's a significant chink in their masculine armor.

#6 Living paycheck to paycheck. Even though men aren't the only hunters and providers anymore, they still feel a deep evolutionary pull to provide the backbone and protection for their tribe. When men lose money, can't make enough money, or are scrounging for money, it can be an emotional disaster-it makes them feel like they're losing control in their lives.

#5 Beautiful women. Few things intimidate men more than IRS audits and 12-foot birdie putts. A beautiful woman is one of them. A beautiful woman-whether spotted at work, in bookstores, driving in the next lane, anywhere-simply has the power to turn a man of steel into creamed corn. Men know this. Men try to resist this. Ultimately, it's a challenge. Beauty may be a short-lived form of power, but it is profound, and nearly all men cower before it. It can make them do really, really stupid things.

#4 Getting naked. Ladies shouldn't think that they're alone in fleshy hang-ups. Guys are just as concerned about what women will initially think about their body hair, muscles, guts, toes, and other parts. Men are deeply aware that they can be too fat, too skinny, too hairy, too smelly, and while men are eager to revel in a woman's body, they also share anxiety about revealing their own.

#3 Tofurky.

#2 Not seeing his kids grow up. Death, of course, scares everyone-not so much for the bad stuff that may happen to them, but for missing out on all the good stuff that will happen to their kids. Or, worse yet, not being around to protect them from the bad stuff.

# 1 Public humiliation. Here's one that will make even the strongest men cave: Looking weak. Whether a man is extremely secure-or insanely insecure-about himself, he's worries that he'll look incompetent, idiotic, or both. Doesn't matter whether it's a zipper malfunction, an off-color joke he mistakenly slips in during a speech, a dismissive statement by a boss in a department meeting, fumbling the fly ball at a softball game, getting arrested for fighting after his kid's soccer game, whatever. It's one thing to make mistakes. But making the reputation-damaging ones in public is tough to take. That's because as much as men try to protect their homes, their families, their appearance, and their jobs, perhaps the most nerve-wracking job of all is protecting the thing they can't cure with money, with effort or with laser hair removal: their reputations.

Getting roundhoused by a woman in a business suit is pretty scary too. Trust me, I live in New York, I should know...

By: David Zinczenko
Link to original article.

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The Pink Shined Down on Manhattan - Happy Valentine's Day

Wednesday, February 14, 2007 by eric yang

Roses are red, violets are blue.
It's snowing in New York, what am I to do?

I wore the wrong shoes, I slipped and I slid,
I'm a frightful mess, it's landed me the blues.

My Valentine's wishes ,for one and for all.
Fret not being single, it really is quite a ball.

This poem is sucking. The worst at it's best.
I'll cease & assist but I'm honestly... much better versed.

Isn't it frustrating how the last word didn't rhyme? Tsk tsk, Eric. Naughty boy.

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Campaign 08-nouveau

Tuesday, February 13, 2007 by Bradley Hasemeyer

So this is a little something I've been working on. I am trying to get a few friends together to shoot the video BUT at this point all I have is the audio.

The audio to what?

I redid "Sexy Back" and made it "Al Gore is Coming Back." A song built completely on the prospect that Mr. Gore will be making a run for president this coming elections.

Please send the link to all your friends you think would enjoy this and especially those who have connections with the entertainment industry.

Enjoy.



Al Gore Back

Al Gore is coming back (yep)
Could be a presidential candidate (yep)
On Global Warming we’ll cut him some slack (yep)
Cuz it’s burning up in here and that’s a fact (yep)

Take em to the bridge

(bridge)
Al Gore, babe
Could put your name in, cuz it’s not too late
From Tennessee but you won’t win your state
I think OBamas’ got it anyway

Take em to the chorus

(chorus)
Go ahead Al, (go ahead and run for it)
Tipper and a kiss (go ahead and run for it)
Once VP (go ahead and run for it)
Oscar nominee (go ahead and run for it)
Lemme see who you’re up against (go ahead and run for it)
Bunch of broken hips (go ahead and run for it)
Democratic style (staaal) (go ahead and run for it)
Go head Al and get your candidacy on
Get your candidacy on (repeat)

Al Gore is coming back (yep)
And all the pundints don’t know how to act (yep)
With hanging chads you almost had Iraq
Got my vote—you started the internet

Take em to the bridge

Al Gore Is Coming Back

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Thursday: Golf Clubs, 4 Cab Rides, A Wreck, A Movie Screening, Queens and Lost Keys

Friday, February 09, 2007 by eric yang



I sure do know how to have an eventful night...

5:30pm - Go to Chelsea Piers for a Golf Digest panel and demonstration of the newest golf clubs for 2007.
6:00pm - Hands chaffed from hitting golf clubs (without glove) in 10 degree weather
6:15pm - Lust after latest clubs but stand strong
7:30pm - Head uptown to the Upper East Side for a movie screening ("Tazza" - a Korean gambling movie I'm sure will be remade in Hollywood in the next year or so, fantastic) at Imaginasian Theatre.
7:40pm - Cab driver falls asleep at wheel while driving thru the Helmsley Building tunnels and slams into a Lincoln town car.
7:40:001pm - My face plows right into the plexiglass barrier. Blackberry goes flying out of my hand,
7:40:005pm - I say "What the ...."
7:41pm - Cab and Livery driver begin exchanging heated words. I decide not to join and in a flurry of activity hop into another cab and proceed heading up town. After jotting down driver's info of course. Carmin Bichotte, Cab#4D57K have some talking to do.
7:50pm - Arrive at 59th St.
7:50:05pm - Realize I've forgotten my other coat in the taxi as I get out in a rush.
7:50:10pm - Start sprinting after cab'
7:51pm - Catch cab at next intersection, open back door, grab coat and say "Coat, It's cold." to driver.
7:52pm - Run back to theatre to be greeted by stereotypical 17 year old attendant who won't let me in.
7:55pm - Friend Diane comes out and lets me in with two jackets, scarf and gym bag. Of course, they're sitting in the middle of the row. Sorry, oops, sorry, oops.
8:45pm - Enjoy last 50 minutes of "Tazza".
9:00pm - Head out for dinner... in the oh so close yet 9000 miles away Flushing, Queens
11:30pm - Get back to Roosevelt Island (where one of the guys lived) to pick up my bag out of his car.
12:00am - Arrive at apartment.
12:05am - Realize my keys are not with me.
12:06am - Headache ensues.
12:10am - Hope in cab and head for office.
12:25am - Arrive at office.
12:30am - See keys on desk under project folder. Start massaging temples.
12:45am - Get back to apartment. Throw two coats, scarf, couple of books, gym bag, shoes, socks, pantalones, shirt, tie on couch and begin crying.
1:00am - Pack gym bag for morning while brushing teeth.
1:11am - Realize I have been brushing my teeth in excess of 10 minutes as I sit on corner of bed with headache.
1:15am - Set alarm clock phone. Hit the sack.
7:00am - Wake up. Write this post, and head to gym.


If you're interested in seeing this all mapped out in Google. Click Here for one messy map.

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Brrrrr...

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 by Aziz


Dayton doesn't quite have the flair of LA or the flavor of NYC, but what the "Gem City (the jewel in Cincinnati's Queen City crown if you will)" lacks in excitement, it makes up for in flat terrain, high pollution, bad manners, and cold weather. Yeah, it's that bad. I can't defend it anymore (the gem must have fallen out when the Wright Brothers decided to take their act to North Carolina). Gem City, are you kidding me? Yes, I live here.

Anyway, on top of that, after a Clipper System (which apparently means that nature dumps large buckets of snow on you as fast as it can) moved through town yesterday bringing single digit temperatures and leaving a good mess of snow, my heater decided it was done...finished...through with sustaining my frigid existence. Living in "McDreamy's box" (that didn't come off quite right...it's an apartment, like the one in the last post but it's surrounded by other boxes just like it -I'll just stop, you get it), I couldn't blame its decision to give up. Nevertheless, a repairman is man's best friend (note to self: work on "handiness" -whatever it might entail), so my heater still hates life and I can continue to bore you with pity. Cheers.

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If McDreamy Lived In Europe This Would Be His Home.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007 by eric yang

Admit it, you like Grey's Anatomy - even if the second season is still crammed commercial break to commercial break of tired cliches. One of the parts I like most about the show is Patrick Dempsey's home, the Airsteam trailer parked in the middle of some impossibly green woods soundstage. Of course having Kate Walsh a.k.a. Addison Shepherd there waiting for you every now and then. Anyway, I came across this tour of a motor home and thought it a good interpretation of Patrick Dempsey's place had he lived somewhere in the Rheinland.

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Ice Skating in Central Park

Sunday, February 04, 2007 by eric yang


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Originally uploaded by midweekpost.
So, yesterday was certainly a most random day. My plans were to meet up with my friend down in SoHo to talk about doing a promo video for his shop but an hour or two later I ended up in Central Park skating breaking my knees. Even later, I found myself at a birthday party with about 14 people that I've never met before furious playing a Nintendo Wii and drinking Stella. Gotta love New York.

As you can see from the photo there was a fair share of people at the rink and having 10 year olds zoom by you like their going for the Bronze on the luge is sobering, at best. Luckily I managed not to take out too many Manhattan'ites. Oh wait, there was that one 14 year old in pink Juicy Couture pantalones. Her loss...

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Getting Hit By A Car Does Not Tickle

Sunday, December 10, 2006 by eric yang


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Originally uploaded by midweekpost.
So it finally happened. After a year of living in New York it was bound to happen. My absent-mindedness combined with psychotic New York drivers has resulted in an ill-fate of collision. In this case it's between me and a silver Jeep Commander.

Somehow magically this was all captured by my camera as went hurtling through the air and snapped off a shot at just the right moment. It is only by fate that I was lucky enough to bring you this photo. Sheer luck I say. The camera went even so far to show you that the guy driving the black SUV next to me was simply dumbfounded by the entire occurence. I don't blame him. How many times do you see a Jeep take on a Korean man's right leg and lose? It's a good thing I had my phone in my right pocket or who knows how much more damage there could have been. I might not even have been able to walk away from the ghastly event to tell you the story. Heaven forbid that happen.

Can't you just feel the pain in the expression of my face? That's Oscar material right there... oh wait, I wasn't acting...

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