Archive for May, 2008
Monday, May 12th, 2008
Japan!
For a recovering tetris addict and fan of Takeshi’s castle, this is pure gold.
Sunday, May 11th, 2008
al-nakba?
14 May 2008 is Israel’s 60th. It’s difficult to imagine an anniversary that’s as divisive. And where else do politics, religion, and ethnicity conflict so violently? Have you been to Israel or the West Bank/Gaza Strip? I’d like to go sometime.
The story of Israel and Palestine is one our generation has grown up with. This is from before Kosovo, before Rwanda, before war was declared on terror. Is it really that unimportant? If there is a god, we’ll all be damned for watching two peoples massacre themselves. I’ll say it again: humans are foolish beyond our own comprehension.
On a related note, what do you think of the use of the term in the title? Al-Nakba — The Catastrophe. I hear that’s how Palestinians, and their supporters, refer to the creation of Israel. Should its use be discouraged? Or is it useful?
Friday, May 9th, 2008
ScarJo’s special friend
Miss Johannson’s debut album is shaping up to be the most polarising album of the year. Mainly because its made up of a bunch of Tom Waits covers. I actually like the few songs I’ve heard. I say kudos for trying to interpret a critically acclaimed albeit not that popular artist rather than doing some terrible, self-indulgent trash. Anyways, 3 questions.
1) Can you guess who does the backing vocals
2) Who produced the album (difficult but Al might get it) and finally
3) Spot ScarJo’s special friend who fleetingly pops up in the video.
Sunday, May 4th, 2008
Ibanker seeking …
Al, perhaps, this is one career you may wish to discount?
Hello,
ABOUT YOU:
You are a young and good-looking girl. The parental abuse that you incurred as a child has left you emotionally distant and sexually repressed. You are able to sustain months (y
ears?) of loneliness because you shudder at the thought of human interaction. You have a constant feeling of inadequacy leading to excessive hours on the elliptical machine (and, accordingly, a nicely toned bum). I might do stuff to you while you are sleeping at 4AM (when I finally get home from the office), but, other than that, our sex-life will be nonexistent. Naive girls who have been in long-distance relationships and have had their hearts broken by guys who perpetually cheated are more than welcome to email me; I promise that I’m different.
ABOUT ME:
I am a first year analyst at a bulge-bracket investment bank; this means that I’m either Jewish, Asian, or from old-money (and, therefore, connected up the wazoo). Given that this post is (hopefully) grammatically correct, coherently legible, and satirically palatable, I’d like to think that I got into banking based on merits associated with my intelligence; therefore, I’m probably not from old money and am not connected up the wazoo (sorry).
I got into banking as a result of an overwhelming abundance of insecurities. I went to a top-tiered and prestigious undergraduate university, yet, have always felt inferior to the Harvardites and Princetonians that surround me. I’m likely either short and socially outcasted (with excellent kung-fu skills) or schnoz-nosed and unable to date, as every girl I meet in Manhattan is a UES slut that reminds me of my mother.
I go to the gym every morning, as my unnecessarily ambitious and secretively compensating type-A personality forces me to always strive for the best. That, and also the endorphins released from the exercise keep me elated enough to prevent attempting suicide for at least 24 hours.
I approach dating as I do anything else; as a strict meritocracy where I compete to win. At bars, I won’t tell girls that I’m a banker; I feel that it would be unfair to take a girl home by playing the pity card (”Oh, you work in banking? I feel so bad for you. Fine, I guess I’ll sleep with you.”). I’ll likely say that I’m a math teacher at the Dalton School (my Jewish/Asian heritage helps me here) so that girls realize that I’m piss-poor (as are all my other analyst buddies, despite what we tell our family and friends back home) but have Epstein potential.
My interests include playing brickbreaker on my blackberry, romantic dinners expensed to my firm, and finding novel ways to entertain myself during late-night hours (posting personal ads on Craigslist at 3AM - FUN; getting head from you while you hide under my desk - PROBABLY FUNNER).
If you fit my description (and God help you if you do…) feel free to email me. Pictures of boobs (yours or random ones you find on the internet) would be helpful to include in the email. As I’m posting this with my work email address, I’m hoping to get lucky enough that some back-office rat finds the inappropriate content during a routine inbox sweep, so that I can finally be liberated from this relentless world of superficial elitism. I’m talking about the old-money guys.
http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/nyc/646020922.html
Sunday, May 4th, 2008
“Without science, religion turns to radicalism, and without religion, science is blind and brings the world to danger.”
Saturday, May 3rd, 2008
Police foil £400,000 kidnap plot by gang in Pakistan
kidnappers/extortionists/blackmailers excellently pwned.
Saturday, May 3rd, 2008
i’m a cereal killer.
» It makes me sad that the JB seems to be losing steam. [Also, that I can't get my paragraphs to separate, no matter how many <br> tags I stuff in.]
» What do you fellows make of things in Pakistan these days? I’ve been out of touch, but I’ve heard about the dilly-dallying over restoring the judiciary. Although, I don’t know if that would really matters. Scandalous, considering I was briefly involved with the Student Action Committee, for whom the judiciary is a major concern.
» The job search is — or should be — go. Any tips?
» Here are the Arsenal Ladies.