Latest shot fired in the Water Wars
As we discussed nearly a year ago, why would anyone drink tap water when he or she could drink Bling instead?
As we discussed nearly a year ago, why would anyone drink tap water when he or she could drink Bling instead?
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If I had just left work a little earlier on Thursday, I could have correctly answered a shout out question on Cash Cab! The question was: Name the Bil Keane comic that is combined with Friedrich Nietzsche quotes to make a popular internet mash up. Here's the answer.
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What I used to think of the Yale party scene:
The NHPD’s lax attitude toward student revelry promotes a significant sub-culture of off-campus partying. Taking advantage of the relatively affordable New Haven real estate market, 15 percent of Yalies pack up and move off-campus. This provides yet another option for the Yale social set, especially after the 2 a.m. last call at local bars and campus parties. “Off campus parties are usually more fun,” says junior Richard Berger. “They’re a little quieter and you can talk to people.” The abundance of affordable housing is also conducive to Greek life. A four-bedroom row house near the Yale campus is in the $250,000 range; three years ago, Sigma Chi, the only Harvard frat to ever own its own house, sold its property for $2.75 million. Frats at Yale have “dirty, big room parties” with “dancing and drinks spilled on you,” says Berger. For Harvard’s frats (or any other fledgling social organization, for that matter), having a sketchy house of their very own will probably always be an unfulfilled, unfeasible fiscal fantasy.What I now think of the Yale party scene:
"Anything college-related would be the most fun I could ever have. Gimme more," said working stiff Richard Berger.
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Sheldon Silver seems like someone who does not support my interests at all, but his dad sure told a great joke once:
The Sidney Hillman houses, named after the garment-union leader, are among the brick co-op behemoths that dominate the eastern end of Grand Street; they were designed to supplant the tenements with modern fixtures, light, and air. They were affordable too, only $16 a month per room. Silver’s dad put all the kids’ diplomas up on the living-room wall. “Whenever we had a guest, he would show them the wall and say, ‘Now how do you like my $100,000 wallpaper?’”
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Thanks to It was all a meme, I just stumbled on this crazy little tidbit. On April 10th, Trumbull College claimed to have hosted its first ever poker tournament!
I take this as a personal affront, having been the organizer of multiple tournaments, including the Peter A. Fabrizio Memorial Classic, which is even mentioned on our good friend Alex Jacob's Wikipedia page. And I can't even imagine what the other more legitimate founding fathers of Trumbull poker, such as Joe Yrigollen would think. How could Master Henrich not mention this to the new organizers?!
The Trumbull table has produced three well-known on and offline players (Ariel and Vanessa are the others), along with countless recreational poker stars, yet it has been forgotten less than two years after everyone's graduation. Depressing.
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In re-thinking things tonight I realized that robots will not kill ALL humans. They will keep some humans alive as zoo creatures, so that robot parents can take their robot children to observe us wasting time on the internet, playing squash, and smoking doobies while watching TV on the couch at Tom, Ilan, and Ariel's place. All the things that make us human.
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The paparazzi were everywhere this weekend and they seem to have an insatiable appetite for BeRiched poses.
They even followed me into Crate & Barrel!
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Back to the Future clock tower and courthouse square destroyed in Los Angeles fire. A sad day indeed.
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