Thursday, September 28, 2006

Reviews

The Color Purple

Good Story, Great Acting, Good Songs. The words were not so easy to here b/c I'm not used to listening to that kind of accent coming from that kind of person. There wasn't much dialogue besides the singing and even when people were talking, there was music in the background. Slightly disturbing story. 1/2 the audience was black. For some reason I'm inspired to call Cherma and visit her.

Jewtopia

Average Story. Good acting. A Few Funny Scenes. The whole show ripped on Jewish cultural jokes and it would have made me feel really uncomfortable if I were sitting next to a non new who was laughing hysterically. Luckily, there weren't any in the whole theatre. The writer of the play spoke at the end b/c it was their 2 year anniversary and they released a Jewtopia coffee table book yesterday.

Max Brenner

Opened 6 weeks ago and I've been 2x. First time I had a toffee hot chocolate and a waffle with ice cream and whipped cream. So freaking wonderful. This time I had a mocha hot chocolate and a bagel with melted chocolate and peanut butter on it. The bagel was great, the hot chocolate was a little to thick. I needed a glass of milk on the side. I'm so happy this place exists and that they are opening another even closer to me. It always helps to have a friend who works there and gets you a discount too!

Levitra Concrete

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Getting Old

I have a few friends who are married...and one who's got a freaking cute cute kid. Aaron Marx, below.
















In other totally unrelated news, Make-A-Wish is my new favorite charity.

ICE CREAM SOCIAL

The Fifth Annual World’s Largest Ice Cream Social
Cold Stone Creamery stores throughout the UnitedStates, Guam and Puerto Rico will host their fifthannual “World’s Largest Ice Cream Social” on Thursday,Sept. 28, 2006.Cold Stone Creamery will treat gueststo free servings (3 oz cups) of Cole’s Creations from5 to 8 p.m., encouraging communities to share ColdStone treats and support an incredible organization.

Monday, September 25, 2006

Monday Morning Ramblings

My TV’s color was all screwed up when I got back from Europe. Some would suggest that I try and fix it. However, being that my grandmother got it for me when I was 13, I figured it was time to upgrade. By upgrade, I mean, hit craigslist and buy a 37 inch TV for $100. I didn’t even test it out. I saw the guy, trusted him, and now I have a new TV which is way too big for my room.

If the Iraqi war counts as fighting terrorism, then the US has spent over $100,000,000 PER PERSON that’s died from terrorism on fighting terrorism. None of that has been spent on border security or port security or chemical plant security. Good times.

I had a business meeting and was forced to eat pea soup and rice. I should have chosen the salad instead of the soup. I was scooping it with my bread so that I could be close to finishing half before they took it away. Man…I really don’t get along with my gag reflexes very well.

People between the ages of 24 and 28 are all about the same age and usually in the same place in life. In the case of a few people, that can even extend to 32 years old. But 24 year olds are nothing like 22 year olds.

My roommate proved the preemptive hookup theory by having a much more engaging conversation with my date a month ago than I ever could. He was asking the right questions and cared what her answers were. All b/c he wasn’t thinking about hooking up w/her (he’s got a girlfriend). Its still just a theory.

I think my 3rd roommate has no clue how to break up with a girl. He’s def stringing around way too many, and he’s such a catch, they’ll all wait just for the right shot at him.

There are a few more articles on my company floating around. Nothing from a major publication though. I’ll let you know.

No one has sent me an askbens in about 3 weeks. I might have to just end that publication w/o any new material. Is it that bad or are you all just growing up and running out of questions? (askbens@yahoo.com).

With the summer share over, here are my closing thoughts about it:

I think the people in my house, and their friends were awesome. I think I’m definitely happy to have some new friends.

I think Belmar is OK…and by OK…mean I think I’m fine there during the day, and at 1 or two of the bars at night…as long as I don’t have to talk to people I don’t know.

I think I like people from the “DJ” and LI even less now.

I think there were only a few crazy nights…and I think I wasn’t the best person on either of those nights…but maybe that’s why they were crazy. Actually, I think the craziness had nothing to do with me.

I think I really like ice cream and especially ½ chocolate, ½ mint milkshakes with hot fudge mixed into it as well.

I don’t think I’ll do a full share next year, maybe a ½ share in total. I’m thinking a ¼ in NJ and ¼ in Fire Island or just a ½ in Fire Island. I think I only hear good things about that place.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Job Update

Ok, so I started the new job 2 weeks ago. I've been working through construction...and I have not had that much work to do at all. While I'm trained to make investment decisions, I found myself working on the website, PR, processes, investor presentations. We're sitting on glass desks, and they are painting and putting carpeting in and doing all sorts of other things all around me. The good news is that the internet is unrestricted so far, and we're all in jeans (except when investors are visiting). That's worth like 10-15K to me. I told my last job that I'd give up $5,000 to wear jeans every day, and the internet is def worth something, too.

Here's a quick slide show of our office...and its renovations. (Snapfish this time b/c kodak was being a real bitch).

Our company has not publicly been announced, but someone spilled the beans and we can't stop getting calls from investor publications and newspapers looking for information. This is the first piece out, (click it to make it bigger to read) but there will probably be 10-15 more like this with quotes and whatnot in the papers over the next few weeks. Fun times.



















We're finally meeting with investors. Yesterday it was the President of the 3rd largest private bank in Europe. Tomorrow its the 2nd richest man in Venezuela. I hope they give us some money so I can start doing what I'm actually trained to do...that is, make investment decisions.

Ok, so my title is Senior Investment Analyst...sounds spiffy. And y'all can email me at bsteger@canaras.com :).

And here's a cutie pie video.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Street People I Dislike

7 Street People I Dislike (In Reverse Order):

7. Panhandlers – I really don’t mind ignoring these people.

6. Slow walkers – Every person has the right to walk at their own pace. While these people annoy me slightly, they can’t be blamed.

5. Fat People – Fat people piss me off, not because they are fat, but because they waddle. Its not that they are 2x wider than me, and make it hard to pass. It is that they take up 3x my space, and I have to time when I pass them, because they take one step right and one step left instead of 2 steps straight forward.

4. Preachers – These people are slightly annoying in terms of how much space they take up and the noise pollution, but usually, I find them funny. I rarely engage these people unless they have a sign that says “Jesus Saves.” If in the mood, I might (ok, I have on 3 occasions) talk to this person and tell him “Hey, I just talked to Jesus yesterday, he doesn’t save anymore, so stop lying to people.” 2x the preacher has answered. “Why should I listen to one word you are saying, you are not anyone special.” To that I simply walk away and say “And you are not special either, and thus, no one walking by here is listening to you.”

3. Joke Guys – The people who verbally annoy me the most are the guys who walk up to you telling jokes. They act like they are street performers, but in reality they are aggressive panhandlers. I’d rather they had a sign that said “make fun of me for a $1” than walked up to you telling jokes and then at the end asked you for money. They trap you and make you feel like you’re being A) cheep and B) a crook by not paying for the show when they ask you for money at the end. These people always seem slightly dangerous to me, and thus I don’t feel like insulting them back and usually do end up opening my wallet to pay for their uninvited interruption. If I had the balls, I’d say something like “You’re not original, I’ve heard that before, make up a joke right now.” Or maybe “Make fun of her, and make me laugh while doing it, and I’ll think about giving you something.” But usually, these people are acting like they are on something, and I just decide to avoid confrontation.

2. Random Walkers – The people who don’t walk in a straight line, stop at random times, back up and random times, and generally don’t look where they are walking, are the most physically offensive people to me. If these people are tourists, I let their indiscretions slide; however, these people are not normally tourists. There are simple rules we must all follow on the sidewalk. If you are going to turn left, be on the left side, if you are going to turn right, be on the right side. If your back is to the sidewalk, don’t walk backwards, If you are going to move right or left, look to the right or left. Its really not that dissimilar to driving. Bumping into someone, because you didn’t actually look where you are going is not ok and should be avoided. My confrontation is usually resigned to combining a grunt with my best dirty look. Sometimes a quick lesson is necessary; “don’t look left and walk right” or “if there are 70 people walking through Times Square behind you, you can’t stop right in the middle of the sidewalk.” In summary, they are just very inconsiderate people who think they own the sidewalk.

1. “Tele-walkers” – Similar to telemarketers, these people don’t take no for an answer, and are in your face about their produce. They include DNC Members, Tree Huggers, and Child Sellers. I don’t let these people get away with bothering me. They usually feel my wrath and sometimes I think I leave them scarred. Because they are educated, or think they are superior, I go to battle, and I’m prepared. These people fight your for eye contact, and when they get it they give you a big smile to draw you in, and I give it right back, ready to catch them offguard.

The DNC Members, who want you to sign up and vote, sign up for the party, and listen to hear them talk about candidates are easily messed with. Usually, I start with at least 3 “Why’s” – Because you need to vote! “Why? When was the last time anything was decided by 1 vote?” – Because voting is active citizenship, you need to be involved! “Why would I register in New York? New York always goes Democrat. It makes no sense why you are here right now. I hope you are not getting paid for this because you are making zero difference. Why is the DNC wasting money on New York? Did you volunteer to go to Texas? Do you know when the last time a democrat was elected in Texas? 1979. Take left wing terrorist communist crap out of my face and go make a difference where you are needed. Oh, but can I have a pamphlet” Then I take the pamphlet and throw it in the trash as they watch me walk down the street.

The Child Sellers are trying to convince you to sign up and donate $1 a day to help people in Africa. With them, you don’t need the “Why’s.” Everyone knows the “Why’s.” Usually, start off by playing dumb. “So, how much to buy an African Child? One dollar a day? Is that a payment plan? Can I just give you $300 at once? That seems really cheep. My cousin went to China and had to spend over $20,000 to buy a kid. When do I get the kid? When I’m done paying or when he’s 18? Do I have to pay him to live with me or does my $1 a day cover his fees. Can I make him do anything I want? I thought slavery was illegal. I’m going to call the police. Do you have a pamphlet?”

The Tree Huggers are just like the child sellers but with a much worse product. “Wait, you want me to give you a $1 a day and save a tree? Trees are renewable resources, when they die, you can just plant another. Shouldn’t you be working on Oil or Iron or Coal protection since they are finite and could be used up at anytime?. Did you ever read The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein? I’m pretty sure the point of that book was to cut the tree down and use it. Why are you on this corner? Didn’t you know that yesterday there were people selling children on this corner? Why would anyone buy a tree over a real person? At least you can get a child to do things for you. All you can do with a tree is go visit it and maybe sit under it. You're cute, want to go out sometime? Can I have a pamphlet?"

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Sweden, Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia

Itinerary:
Fly to Stockholm, Sweden. Fly to Vilnius, Lithuania. Drive to Riga, Latvia. Drive to Tallinn, Estonia. Fly to Stockholm, Sweden. Fly home.


















Disclaimer:
While this trip was 10, 24 hour days, we actually made it into 20, 12 hour days. Let me explain. We would sleep for 5 hours, do daytime stuff for 7, sleep for 4 hours, do nighttime stuff for 8 hours. So while many of you would say that we drank every night, in actuality, we drank every other night. The days just happened to be 12 hours. Therefore, I will be describing each day as Day 1 and 2. So, if you are my parents, read only the 1’s. If you are not, read the 2’s. Here are all the pictures. Throughout this article I reference specific pictures which I have linked to individually.

Thursday2 – Took off from Newark, a nice 8 hour flight that leaves at 7pm and lands at 9am. In order to use the full day in Stockholm, we figured we needed 7 hours of sleep on the plane which means AMBIEN. I asked my “doctor” for the drugs and we were hooked up with 10 pills. I popped 2 on the plane and woke up refreshed for a day of sightseeing in Sweden, without my sunglasses. (See Idiot Boy below).

Friday1: We walked around Stockholm, saw the Old Castle, the Royal Palace, the Armory, the changing of the guards. I won free lunch when I guessed our waitress was 20 (she had just turned 20 2 weeks earlier). Steven had the under. Obviously we had ice cream and then took a 5 HOUR NAP. Let me say that again, a 5 HOUR NAP.

Friday2: I was up after 3 hours and was forced to wake the other two when it was time for dinner and to party. This would become standard. I woke the boys up almost every morning and every evening. At 10:30, we hit up dinner at a club. Steven danced on a reality TV show (see the picture) and then asked some women to join us at our table. Of course the bill at the end of the night was 1,300, then I spent another 300 at the bar. Don’t worry, the exchange rate is 7 – 1. I talked to a girl for over 2 hours before she told me she had a boyfriend…even her friends were asking me where she went when she wasn’t talking to me…not sure how I blew that one. Oh well, there’s always Saturday.

Saturday1: We slept 6 more hours, right through breakfast. This would also become a recurring theme as we only made it to 2 breakfasts, out of 9 free European Hotel breakfasts all week. We walked around town asking people to pronounce words that had 5 straight consonant or 17 letters. Repeating the word after them was a problem. (Check the name of the restaurant we ate at). We took a bus to Skansen, the Swedish version of Colonial Williamsberg. Steven interacted with potters, and weavers and painters before we saw the animals. Then we walked to the Vasa Museum, a museum built around an ship pulled from the bottom of the water around Sweden. It’s interesting because A) it was built in 1630, and raised from the bottom in 1963, B) it sank 100 meters after its first voyage because it was built so poorly and C) because it’s the only ship from that period in a museum. I guess all the ships from the 1,600’s that were used by the Navy were damaged, destroyed or decommissioned. It was pretty much like the pirate ship from the Goonies. After, home to sleep.

Saturday2: Saturday night we met up with Jonathan’s business school friend / man crush, Braun, and his hometown NJ friends. Mike and Scotty were typical DJ and they cleaned up with foreigners. Classic loud mouths; with stories about sex and complaints about not getting into clubs. We picked up this guy Gnutt (Ga – Noot), who was obviously loaded (house in Monaco) and he took us to some local clubs. The easiest way to pick up girls at a local club is to talk English. They can’t believe you found the club. Then you ask them to take a picture of you or with you. This is what Braun, Scotty and Mike taught us. At 4:00 am the club was packed still. At 4:30 am, the streets were seemingly safe, bright, and packed with people. At 5:00 am, Burger King was full of people. (And the sun was rising).

Sunday1: We missed breakfast by 2 hours again and decided to grab a quick pizza for breakfast and take a boat ride around the archipelago of Stockholm. Why aren’t there any skyscrapers in Stockholm? It is only a matter of time. Some people want to keep it looking like a 17th century city, but when they start allowing building, it will come. We went to the center of the old town and had some awesome hot chocolate, served by a model, though every Swedish girl models on the side. We read Tucker for the first time, out loud at the café, and cracked up. Then, back to sleep.

Sunday2: Went to the Bern’s Hotel after walking around the city for an hour. It finally rained though the forecast had called for rain the whole weekend in Stockholm. Screw the weathermen. Braun and the boys met us there around 2, which was amazing because people were still out that late on Sunday.

Monday1: We woke up having figured that most of Stockholm had been completed. We hit the Nobel Museum which has everything but the peace prize (That was given to Norway because they had a better democracy at the time). We head to the airport, which says that it handles 18.3M passengers a year but is totally dead. We take a Fokker 50 propeller plane to Vilnius, Luthuania (check the picture).

Monday2: After we get off the plane, we get in a taxi and all think we’re going to die. This guy drives like a maniac and all he can say for himself is “its my job.” We go out in Lithuania and have a huge dinner and many drinks for $13 a person. We hit up Broadway bar and Prospecto pub. We meet Anna, Saran and Jeni, the English girls and drag them around with us. We meet an American marine chick who works at the embassy who’s out with her interpreter friend and we drink them under the table. She tells me there are about 100 Americans in Lithuania. This makes me feel good. The interpreter felt uncomfortable talking about parts of Lithuanian history, I will explain more of this later. Another 5am night. Everyone keeps asking me…but nothing, I swear. Prob b/c I’m an idiot!

Tuesday1: We miss breakfast and head through the 2 Jewish Ghettos. There aren’t any Jews there anymore but at one point they were gated and walled and filled with many of the 100,000 Jews that used to inhabit the city. We walked to the only Synagogue left in the city, out of 100 prewar. This was left standing because they felt if it was burned like the others, the whole old city could burn down. We walk to the Central Cathedral which was the starting point for a 2 million person 3 country chain protesting Russian occupation in 1991. People held hands from Vilnius, through Riga to Tallinn, over 600km away. The starting point is marked by a special block hidden in the square and you are supposed to make a wish and spin around on it, though it is taboo to tell anyone where it is. We had to find it for ourselves. (Check the picture) Then up the hill overlooking town and down to the Holocaust museum. The Holocaust museum is a bit off the beaten path and walking there we saw some of the poorer areas of the city and the major influence 45 years of Russian control had. I found a book store and we headed home for a nap.

Tuesday2: Around 9:30, we went to dinner at an authentic Lithuanian restaurant. The English girls showed up for an hour before we headed to Skybar at the top of the tallest building in Vilnius. There was an IBM Scandinavian outing in the bar, but Steven said “just keep walking.” So we did, and joined the party for a little while. After a quick stop at Prospecto Pub, we headed home.

Wednesday1: Took a cab to the airport to pick up our car. Only cost 120 Euro’s a day. We stopped in Trakai where there’s an island castle rebuilt from the 14th century. Beautiful place but the highlight was the shooting range and bow and arrows. Then onto Riga. Our guide book told us we would get pulled over 2 times if we were driving in Lithuania, thankfully, we only got pulled over once. Steven got in the back of the cop car and “negotiated” with the cop for 20 minutes. (check the picture). Yea, this is what you’re supposed to do. Cost us $60. We read Tucker in the car, and at the little lunch restaurant we found and then found our way to Riga. The town was crowded, bustling and parking was a major pain. You can park in the old city for $9 an hour or find a lot and walk. We found a lot after an hour of searching and dumped the car and took a cab to our hotel. The language barrier seemed to be a big problem at that point, but that was the only time on the whole trip that it was. Then, nap time.

Wednesday2: We hit up a steak place for dinner. Big mistake as dinner was A) in the middle of the town and B) was steak. Thus, it cost us $30 each after $20 meals combined in Lithuania. We actually did not go out, favoring rock star partying the next evening once acclimated with the city. Riga is an extremely sex filled city. Many strip clubs, many places where you can order whatever you want, including getting a dance from the manager, “Fire someone” for $10,000, and “destroy the bar” for $500,000.

Thursday1: We started the day by happening upon the Museum of the Occupation of Latvia. We ended up spending 1.5 hours there. It was really informational, even though it focused on 1939-1947 and 1987-1991. I guess not much happened while the Russians were there. Many people feel uncomfortable talking about that time period even though 40% of the population is now Russian. The city was very first world European. While the outskirts and rural areas are obviously poorer. The city was under major construction, with buildings and roads all being built. When these countries entered the EU, they were given $1B to fix their infrastructures. I don’t think they are wasting the money. We walked around to other sites and old buildings in town, and then to the old market. The market dates to the 1200’s and is now 5 football sized buildings which have all been connected by other buildings, just huge. You can get anything. We headed to get Black Balzams (Black Magic). It is a Latvian liquor who’s ingredients are secret (mostly roots and plants), is 90 proof, and was first made in 1752. It supposedly cures illness and can knock the hind legs off a donkey. We enjoyed it tremendously, and brought a few bottles home. (Check the picture)

Thursday2: We met some 16 year olds on the way to the same club we were going to. Yea, that kinda thing was everywhere. We hit up club essential, and then went to a dead “club” across from our hotel to talk to the “staff” and discuss the “business.”

Friday1: We get to the car, and are surprised that it only cost $30 to park instead of the $50+ we had all expected. Obviously, we aren’t that good at reading signs in Latvian. We drive to Parnu, a resort town that has hundreds of thousands of beach dwellers during the summer. To bad the summer ended 2 weeks earlier. We had lunch there, then drove to the Tallinn airport to drop the car.

Friday2: We found a place that served bear meat, the Estonian specialty, and ordered a serving for $40. It wasn’t bad, very tender, very good sauce. Our waitress was cute, exotic, and “old enough” to befriend us. We headed out to a few bars, Beer Haus, then to Club Hollywood. Plenty of young people, some were too young. We met a native who hated tourists and couldn’t figure out why. We would on Saturday.

Saturday1: Tallinn was full of tourists, unlike the previous 2 cities. Most of them were from Finland, which was just a 3 hour boat ride away, and all carrying maps and cameras around their necks. The old city was very beautiful and the streets were cobblestones. I gave the tour guide responsibilities over to Steven and he did a reasonably good job, besides not being able to read a map. We didn’t see any sites until 3pm because Steven and Jon had found out the night before that Estonia was playing Israel in a Euro 2008 qualifying match, and we spent an hour or two getting tickets. It was worth it. We got some good pictures of Tallinn, but not much to talk about. Throughout our walks around the towns, we were judging the girls and which country had better looking girls. At one point Steven and I happened upon 2 girls holding signs. He said only 1 of the 2 was good looking, but I said both were. So I got a little closer, and said, actually, I think they are sisters, and when I got a little closer, I said that I thought they were twins. I was right, identical twins. While one had short black hair and one had long blond hair, that does not mean one is hot and one isn’t…I mean, they are identical twins!

Saturday2: We had to cut our nap short in order to leave for the soccer game. It was worth it. I was pretty happy to go out. We had to skip dinner afterwards in order to get to drinking. Being that it was our last big night of our trip, we spared no expense. Beers and shots and beers and clubs and hopping and dancing and it was quite the night. I met some people. Jon met some people. Steven and Jon pretended that they were French and Italian and didn’t speak English for an hour or so. We got back at 630am.

Sunday1: We wake up hungover, at 11:45, needing to check out by 12. I request a 1pm extension but Jon clearly needs another 4 hours. We head to a café and sit there for an hour. At 2 we walk 100 meters to the town square and sit for another hour. We walk over to see if the twins are holding signs again to ask Jonathan if one can be hot while the other is not and there is a totally different set of identical twins holding the signs. Who hired these people? At 3, we walk to a 3rd place and Jon finally gets some food down, and we sit for another hour. At 4, we head to the hotel and to our flight to back to Stockholm.

Sunday2: We decide to stay in the airport hotel.

Monday1: I bump into someone from INVESCO at the airport in Stockholm and am excited to sleep on the flight. I get a reclining exit row isle and am set. A 26 year old girl from Uzbekestan sits next to me and has no book, cards or anything. She talks to me the whole flight. I find out her maternal grandmother is Jewish so I guess talking to her isn’t a total waste of time. She teaches me some card games and she heads to LA after we land.

Jewish Education:
We learned that there were almost 240,000 Jews in Lithuania at one point, and only 6,000 survived the war. We learned that in Latvia, there were 74,000 Jews before the war and only 1,000 survived (of which 400 were hidden by families for 5 years). We learned that the Baltic States had the lowest survival rates because the Russians controlled the areas first and committed atrocities of their own against everyone. The Germans, when they took over in 1941 were seen and liberators and blamed the Jews for the Russian atrocities. We learned that the Germans kept excellent records. For example, in 1941, they kept a log of each day, and how many Jews they killed and what type of person (man, woman, child). We learned they killed 134,000 in 1941.

Things I Want to Remember That Have No Meaning to Anyone Else:
I quit. I start my own hotel.
So, U cum wit me to my ho tell and we have sex now?
Great Sites.
Korean plus Polish equals Mexican.
Taking the road less traveled vs the road with the hot chicks
Have you seen the commercial?
Nutsack – Cheers
How many Ludes to a Kilo?
The Finnish Professor’s 9 year old daughter
So I was banging this chick…
Power move failure.

Things My Mom Said To Me in a 3 Min Voicemail That Were Not Accurate:
It’s impossible to find maps.
No one can give you directions.
The maps are bad.
Nobody speaks English.
You can’t read the menus.
They don’t use euros.
It’s hard to order food.
Be careful in terms of theft.
Everyone wants a US passport.
It’s very poor.

Idiot Boy:
Idiot boy forgot his new awesome camera at home. Idiot boy had to buy his cousin a new memory card for his camera, so that A) Idiot boy would have some claim to using that camera and B) so that Idiot boy could take as many pictures as he wanted with out worrying about using all the film.

Idiot Boy lost 2 pairs of sunglasses during the first 8 hours of the trip. Idiot Boy thinks the Ambien might have had something to do with him being a little “light” in the head, and leaving the glasses on the plane.

Idiot Boy got really drunk on the last night of his trip and knocked his 3rd pair of sunglasses on the ground and stepped on them. Maybe Idiot Boy shouldn’t bring sunglasses to a club at 5am. In the morning, Idiot Boy did not feel so stupid about buying $5 pairs of sunglasses anymore.

Idiot Boy left his jacket at a bar in one city, and did not realize it was gone until the next city. Idiot Boy only brought 1 jacket with him on the trip.

Idiot Boy left his book in the hotel room. Idiot Boy will probably have to buy that book again, even though he’d finished it.

Things I Lied About This Week:
I told our waitress that I might be 26 years old.
I told someone that Steven was Hungarian.
I told someone that my parents were born in Sweden.
I told someone that my favorite book was the Count of Monte Cristo.
I told my new job that I was getting back on Tuesday so I could have an extra day before starting to work.

Some Things I Think I Think About My Trip:
I think that even being in another country, it was still difficult for me to talk to people I didn’t know. I think it might have to do with courtesy, and not wanting to bother people. I think Swedish people were very friendly, especially the women (the men just thought we were trying to take their women, and they were right).

I think a Swedish girl told me her hair was so blond that she dyes her eyebrows darker so people can see them.

I think most Swedish girls have modeled at some point in their lives.

I think I saw much more diversity of people than I expected in Sweden, though there were tons of pale white blonds with blue eyes everywhere.

I think dark hair and fair skin looks exotic and hot, especially with an Eastern European accent.
I think we bet on girls ages, especially our waitresses

I think Sweden makes Vodka and Ikea and Models and that’s about it.

I think I liked wearing a watch, but I don’t think I will be wearing one now that my cell tells time again.

Other Things I Think, That Have Little to Do With My Trip:
I think while my new office is undergoing major construction, I won’t have much work to do. I think we are still hiring people and still building infrastructure. Thus, I think I’ll be getting paid to do nothing for a few more weeks.

I think I went here http://www.maxbrenner.com/ for dessert and hot chocolate and such last night. It was amazing. I think I will have to repeat because I think there is such a lack of good desert places to eat in the city.

I think I need to learn the difference between effect and affect.

I think it was my best friends birthday while I was away but he got me an awesome present. I come home and there’s a Tiki Barber signed jersey saying “To Ben, You’re the Best Man.” I think that kid is awesome.

I think this is what it looks like:














I think being able to wear jeans is worth between $5,000 and $10,000 to me. I think I would have given up that much money last year if I could have worn jeans every day. I think having all access to the internet is worth something too.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006