tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90188922011-04-21T17:54:02.057-05:00Disgust to tears with bouts of comedic genius and every other noun or adjective in the middle.AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.comBlogger1181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1129653184725370522005-10-18T11:11:00.000-05:002005-10-18T11:33:04.750-05:00

Below you will find the piece I performed at last night's spoken word event, Inner Monologues. I want to thank everyone for showing up, particularly, Mike, Joe, Jen, Gideon, Leslie and Nira. I personally think last night was my overall best performance and was extremely happy with the way the piece turned out despite completing it the day of. The performances were the most varied to date and I

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"Do I believe in karma," N. asked me? It is was an interesting question, posed at an even more interesting time. Truth be told I'm not really sure why she asked the question in the first place. At that moment we were only strolling together on the sidewalk, I hadn't told someone off in at least 4 hours or made a tasteless joke at someone's expense or ignored someone for being stupid. Yet it was

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As my friend put it so eloquently, "the doughboy is leaving." As of yesterday, I have given my two weeks notice and will be leaving my current law firm, Pillsbury Winthrop, the legal industry, having to wear to dress slacks and button downs for a life of jeans, Odwalla stocked fridges, and the fun frenetically paced environment of an Internet company. I will be joining WhenU.com as an Account

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Monday October 17, 2005 -- Inner Monologues VII: Scary StoriesIf you missed V or VI read them by following these links: I.M. V: Travel and I.M. VI: Before the Fall...

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It’s a sound that halts all movement. People just stop, turn and gasp. Usually that’s followed by “Oh Man that sucks!” It’s the sound of a glass or plate or vase dropping. In this case it was a glass filled not quite completely nor was it half empty. It was a $10 cocktail. Also known as the cheapest Vodka possible with a “Red Bull” (make quote signs) alternative. Normally a glass dropping at a

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Painfully Obvious Tag that is. Apparently people have too much free time at work, thus allowing them to play updated versions of games that were passe when tag actually meant getting exercise. Well nonetheless, I'm "it" so here are my six favorite songs as of right now.Ghetto by Akon (featuring Notorious BIG)Trapped in the Closet (Chapter 1) by R. Kelly - has my favorite "he looked under bed, I

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or in my case 10:30 to 6:30, but that really doesn't matter. What does, is that I have been working for 3 days and have already started my fourth. Naturally some funny things have happened. Here is a list:UPDATED as of 2:22 pm: So I was just in the restroom post lunch, when I'm reading an article from the Times. As I go to put the page I just finished at the end I drop in and it obviously slid to

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So today I said a phrase that has not been uttered by me in over year, "I have work tomorrow." For those of you unaware someone has decided to hire me and pay me. Actually pay me quite well. My highest salary to date and dare I say I'm actually looking forward to work. I will be a Corporate Analyst/Paralegal in the Corporate and Securities practice at Pillsbury Winthrop Shaw Pittman LLP. My new

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I want to thank everyone who came out Monday night for my first and definitely not last performance/reading at the Inner Monologues series. Specifically, Jen, Michael, Marissa, Mirra, Mark, Meredith, Josh and Jamie. Kind of off topic and random, but every person who I knew in attendance has a first name beginning with either a J or M. Special thanks also goes out to Marissa, Jen, Michael and

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It seems everyone does a weekend recap of sorts about all the drunken partying and assorted debaucherous acts that occurred from sun down Friday to sun down on Sunday. Very much the trendsetter/trail blazer/icon here is my version of life in rewind, Reality TV edition.While watching this summer's latest offerings of reality television programming it became very apparent that much of my life the

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This is where I will be Monday night (hopefully avoiding any embarrasment for myself).[Editor's Note: Click picture to enlarge]

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I have procrastinated to the point where this is the last weekend to see some cool artwork at the Brooklyn Museum. Of note 2 for 1 admission with Metrocard. Admission is $4 for student with ID. I have an ID so to view cool art will cost $4. Not a bad deal.LVHRD (pronounced Live Hard) is hosting another secret party on Monday, June 6th. The last one was witness to people dancing like idiots. This

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I haven't been writing lately and mostly that's because nothing moved me enough to actually compose a post. Sure I've had some great times lately partying with friends and family, but there's no need to recap that... actually it's more that I can't remember enough specifics to tell you what actually happened. Yesterday while in the park a friend was reading an excerpt from the book 20 Something

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The name of the song is "Laid" and was originally perfomed by the band James. Matt Nathanson did a cover of the song for American Pie 3: American Wedding.

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According to Page Six, I escorted the future Mrs. Brett Ratner to his table at the We Are Family Gala.NOW that his romance with Serena Williams has gone south, randy director Brett Ratner seems to be settling down with his former gal pal. Model Alina Pascau has been flashing a massive canary-yellow diamond engagement ring Ratner recently gave her, we're told. Pascau, a Romanian stunner, used

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Our next reader has been involved in the media/entertainment business since childhood. He got his start as “the” Gerber baby from 1981-83 until it was outsourced to a younger baby willing to work for less money in India. He continued modeling for the next few years, but his big break came when he played a Tree/Doc Understudy in Mrs. Pauker’s 2nd grade production of Snow White & the Seven Dwarfs.

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In case everyone isn't as good a customer as me and my American Express, I thought I'd share the information on the private sale of the Summer.The Barney's Summer Sale.Begins Tuesday May 24th30%-50% off regular prices.I'll be manning the refreshment station on the 5th floor. So stop by get a lollipop, some bottled water, a pair of dress socks or athletic socks for shoe try ons and a Snapple cap.

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It was late and I was tired. With my head gently laid to rest on one of my pillows I was face up looking at my ceiling. Only moments later I felt its coolness running down my cheek. I rubbed my eyes. Was I so tired that I was tearing? Did I have a sudden allergy attack sans any allergies? Or was that a tear? It couldn't have been, yet I'm certain it was. Why would a single tear have been emitted

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I was dressed casually in jeans and t-shirt, not one to where my finest when taking a test. I wanted to be comfortable, not buttoned up. The woman called my name, "Jxxxxx Bxxxxx." I stood up and followed her in. She explained what would happen next and to just try and relax. It was simple test called a sweat test. I was 20. An adult who had over come many any obstacle and who had mentally matured

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It started out light heartedly, just some casual banter, but I was beyond casual. I wanted more. I wanted the layer after you scrape your knee and fresh skin is exposed. It burns and with opening yourself up your liable to get burned too. I said you were devoid of emotions. Had erected walls so sturdy not even the love of freedom could have knocked them down. I looked into your eyes and wished

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For the better part of the last three weeks something has been off, but I'm happy to report thanks to the drug maker Centocor and its miracle drug Remicade I am happily back ON.So I have been doing some thinking about why I started this weblog and why I should continue to write here. While I have met a lot of interesting people because I started blogging, AristocraCity has also introduced more

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So far the past New Rules have led to 10 people cursing, 9 ladies weeping, 8 New Rules, 7 lost readers, 6 blind mice, 5 shirts needing dry cleaning, 4 sure going to keep writing them, 3 30+ year olds getting an apology letter, 2 past posts and 1 undeniable fact that I like pushing the envelope.New Rule: Unless you're a latin hearthrob with a conspiciously missing mole, it isn't appropriate to

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Such are the words that would likely be uttered by my cousin Mark. You may remember him from such memorable quotes as, "Did you say turkey sausage? They make that? Isn't sausage supposed to be pig. Turkey sausage is like (pause to collect thought) grape ginger ale. Weird." Well Mark has found a way to out do himself, but first the backstory.So it was Passover a couple of weekends ago, may still

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Not sure what it is, but something is off. You know when you're about to get a cold you get a sore throat first or your eyes get watery warning of the impending allergy season. Does that actually happen? I don't have allergies but it fit so I went with it. Either way I have been noticing this intangible incorrectness for the better part of two weeks. My apetite has slowly been diminishing, I'm

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It's time for New Rules.New Rule: No one wants to be friends with a question mark or smiley face. If you took the time to post a profile on Friendster post a fucking picture too. Frankly now that Friendster has become the stalker tool du jour, having overtaken Google, you faceless people really ruin my fun. It's also shady as hell. Same goes for the people who put up fake pics, cartoons, or

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You've probably all seen the Ellen Degeneres commercial for American Express with her dancing to her own tune. The brilliance of that commercial is that it resonates with everyone. M. blogged about her personal life soundtrack and undoubtedly we could all name a bunch of songs off the top our heads that bring us back to a place and time. I ran on the treadmill today at the gym which means I was

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Dear Jessica,Thank you so much for your comments. I appreciate input whenever possible. That being said there was no way your comments were going to remain on the site. Call it editorial privilege. I thought I would answer your comments point by point. First though I must agree with the central theme of your comments, me being an asshole. Obviously while sneaking around on your friend's computer

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I wanted to add a photo to my profile because according to today's Daily News I'm more likely to get laid if people see my beautiful mug. I'm also going to get back to my roots, maybe even a little retro and just be funny. Every Friday or Saturday in honor of one of my favorite shows, Real Time with Bill Maher, I will do my own version of New Rules.New Rule: Ladies, if you are engaged wear a

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So I have been really busy the past two weeks. I've been out schmoozing, networking and volunteering in order to get involved. Thus, my lack of time to write. Not buying it, ok it was an excuse but one I used quite well this past Tuesday when I ended a relationship I never knew I was in. Confused? I was too. Apparently someone upgraded my stock and I was elevated to player status for 10 days. Of

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For the first time since beginning to write this blog, I have censored it. Not just changing a sentence or word or redacting something too private to share, but full removal of a post. I removed the Seasonal Changes post this afternoon because after some reflection I decided it was the "right" thing to do. Thus far my editorial policy has been never to remove something I may not like the morning

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So come this June I will have officially been living in the city for 3 years. Over the past 2+ years I have met a lot of new people and have great new friends because of it, but I've felt the past couple of weeks like I have been in a social rut. We all from time to time are in a rut, be it career, dating (usually in my case not dating), and just a general rut. The general rut in my opinion is

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For a big talker, there is one subject I never really like talking about, myself. To be more specific the positives about myself. This blog is filled with self deprecating posts where I trash myself. Don't expect me to run for public office, there is enough ammunition posted in here to make myself not want to vote for me. Today is a special person's birthday and while I could have simply wished

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Last night I visited my high school to attend my brother's Senior Show. It was also an opportunity to potentially see friends and teachers I haven't in 8 years. I'm not going to lie, last night I was over-dressed. I was dressed in velvet rope chic. You see the last time I had seen some of the people at the school I was but a shell of my current self. I was thinner, shorter and considerably less

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Editor's Note: This post has been removed.

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Dressed in red running pants, a plain t-shirt and grey zip hoodie I made my way to the elavator. Pushing the down button caused the door to open, the elevator waiting for me as though somebody knew I was ready to leave. Once on the ground floor I noticed a smell that could only have been Pine-Sol scented weed. Apparently the super's wife had recently mopped and the doctor in apt xx was doing some

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[Editor's Note: I seriously considered removing this post because of the inflammatory remarks I made and because it probably casts me in an ugly light. Ultimately I've decided I wrote it, I posted it and since I already know the uglier sides of my personality I will not censor it.]That's what time it is. Ever think about what you would write if you blogged semi-intoxicated. Here is a glimpse:1)

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At this very moment I consider myself the happiest man alive. I have everything going for myself a great career and a family that’s to die for. Both parts of my life are fulfilling, wholesome, and worth more than anything I posses. They’re simply priceless.I’ll admit, my job is better than I planned. I’m currently the CFO at Smith Barney, which makes me the youngest CFO in company history. I

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So I came across a new blog, Sex & Moxie, about a week ago that had me instantly captivated to the point where I have read every archival post and am now up to date. The topic of this blog is in the title, sex. Not just any sex, pure unadulterated very graphic sex. I read a lot of blogs and usually I don't feel as though I'm reading something forbidden or private, but reading one post of Moxie's

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So this past weekend I went to Florida. Aside from the nice weather and being hundreds of miles away from New York City, I was still the same sarcastic ass. To play devil's advocate I had excellent material to work with, visiting my grandfather in a rehabilitation center. I was only there for 20 minutes but man was I on fire.My grandfater is hard of hearing mainly cause he refuses to wear a

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Today and yesterday were quasi annivesaries to me. Yesterday on March 3, 2004 I quit my first job as a paralegal at Brown Raysman to become a Corporate Analyst. Brown Raysman was the place where I joined the real world and got life experience. It was more than just forming companies and proofreading documents. It was foundation for helping me move forward in my life both professionally and

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aaaaaTonight was difficult, he told me he thought I was gay and didn't like females. He is wrong, but I sometimes question his sexuality. He made such accusations because off my previous actions or lack thereof. I am not very experienced sexually and part of this is my fault and part is due to an illness that I can’t cure or control to a certain degree. Crohn’s has had a major effect on every

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No, that isn't a masturbation reference, get your minds out the trash. This weekend AristocraCity was cool. I will explain exactly why later. Lately a major topic of conversation has been friends. AristocraCity has a few very close confidantes with whom I discuss almost everything going on in my life. Aside from those few confidantes I have a growing circle of people whom I consider to each be a

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1109655278368952892005-02-28T23:15:00.000-05:002005-03-01T12:44:03.930-05:00

Wow! AristocraCity is really mad. AristocraCity cannot believe what just happened live on national television. A guy who was so closed emotionally and had finally opened up got hung out dry and be humiliated in front of millions of people. There are times AristocraCity is shocked by the things one human will do to another especially those we supposedly love be it as lovers or friends (sidenote: i

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Today started out like most other days. I checked my email, got a plain bagel toasted with cream cheese and a Raspberry Peach Snapple, signed onto AIM to chat and then got dressed for the gym. Seeing as it was nice out and not raining I decided to wear my way too long and should really be folded at the waist once, white Puma pants. Obviously AristocraCity doesn't fold at the waist as that is a

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Considering I woke up at 1:30 this afternoon, AristocraCity actually had a pretty busy day. I got up and chatted via IM and email before going to get a haircut. While waiting for my turn I picked up Metro, the free paper, and browsed the current going ons. AristocraCity naturally stopped to read his horoscope (Scorpio, born November 21st). Here is my horoscope for today:This could turn out to be

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1109118676809804152005-02-22T18:51:00.000-05:002005-02-22T19:31:16.813-05:00

It was a turbulent evening and now it's the morning after (if you consider the morning late afternoon which I do). Last night was climatic, in more ways than one (yes a masturbation joke). I imagine some people are throwing up in their own mouths right now, but that makes it only that much better. I slept great for the first time in a while and that may be attributable to telling my parents about

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Thank you. Not the reaction one wants to hear after uttering those three words. Today I completed the copying of AristocraCity into a new blog called Confessions of an Aristocrat. So this evening I emailed my parents telling them to check out my weblog. Well a couple of hours later I got a phone call and I quote, "you really do have to much free time on your hands." Not the reaction I was looking

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1108417023211576282005-02-14T15:58:00.000-05:002005-02-14T16:51:37.636-05:00

Dear Ladies,AristocraCity and all heterosexual men love you, but at times you are so self absorbed it makes us want to lock ourselves in our apartments with Xbox, Playstation 2, porn, 11 ESPN channels and big flat screen television and forget the female sex exists. I understand Valentine's Day is often referred to as V-Day or Vagina Day, but this holiday is actually asexual and applies to both

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1108134049420336202005-02-11T09:32:00.000-05:002005-02-11T10:03:26.043-05:00

So last night I attended a VDay NYC Benefit. It was open bar. If you have to ask, you don't know me well enough. Of course I was intoxicated and had to cut myself off. Red Bull and Hypnotiq were sponsors. I love Red Bull, it gives you wings and Hynotiq well it just tastes so, actually I have no idea how it tastes I drank it so fast. Naturally, I broke the seal at somepoint during the night and

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1107820993200855632005-02-09T23:41:00.000-05:002005-02-10T01:35:20.080-05:00

That's right, I walked into the fitness studio at Synergy this afternoon (refers to Monday, I've been a delinquent blogger), put on z100 and began jumping rope, perfectly. AristocraCity is very pleased with himself, because all signs pointed a repeat performance of last week. It now appears my jumping rope was a metaphor for my week as a whole. Exciting, turbulent, fun and at various times

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1107380453114560492005-02-02T16:27:00.000-05:002005-02-02T16:45:50.536-05:00

Maybe not jump, as in I can't jump rope. Today at the gym I started to learn to jump rope. If you happened to pass by the fitness studio at Synergy, you were treated to what must have looked like the sadest display of hand/foot and eye coordination. I can't count the number of times I slammed the rope into my shins or the back of neck. Maybe my inability to count is related to whipping myself in

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1107288056970211682005-02-01T14:39:00.000-05:002005-02-01T15:46:02.760-05:00

So I've been on the sidelines for the past couple of months working on VitruvianMen and living the good life. No one to answer to, sleeping late, partying any night of the week and just shirking adulthood for a good six months. Yes, I know I cofounded and built a startup internet company from nothing these past months, but I'm not satisfied. I have bigger plans for myself, the website and life in

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1107245475073011922005-02-01T02:31:00.000-05:002005-02-01T11:28:00.450-05:00

I know, I know, I know, where is Part III? Well something else came up and I felt I'll give the Israel stuff a break. I've noticed I have one character/personality trait that I can't seem to shake. I am overly cerebral. I over analyze, over think and just plain over do just about everything that should be trivial. Take for example this weekend, it was the first weekend I partied in NYC since the

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1107123452355075672005-01-30T15:10:00.000-05:002005-02-01T02:27:21.033-05:00

My trip to Israel was more than the exploration of a new country and for that matter a personal exploration, it was also one hell of a great time. While I'm sure learning about what the trip taught me was interesting and thought provoking, I know the readers want the good stuff. The gossip, the funny stories and all the craziness that AristocraCity is known for. AristocraCity left for Israel on

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Welcome Home! Quite an interesting way to be greeted at an airport thousands of miles from my home. Yet in retrospect it was quite appropriate. My trip to Israel was nothing short of amazing. I can say with unflinching certainty that was the most amazing trip I have ever been on and if you know me it's not as if I'm making that statement having only been to Canada. I've gone on some wonderful

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1106315584489585252005-01-21T08:35:00.000-05:002005-01-28T02:58:40.386-05:00

So, I'm still chilling in Israel and will report on the whole trip when I return next week, but here are three memorable quotes from my trip. When I got on the plane I was seated in a 3 person row and I was the window seat. Next to me was Dan, a soon to be friend and a female who shall remain nameless. Here is the first conversation beyond introductions which led me to believe this would be one

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1105154909058435552005-01-07T21:45:00.000-05:002005-01-07T22:28:29.056-05:00

So AristocraCity has some big news to report. This afternoon Gawker, decided to trash VitruvianMen. However, AristocraCity is a firm believer in all press is good press and accordingly subscribers flocked to the site. At this moment VitruvianMen has XX amount of subscribers and XX amount pending. On the advice of counsel I was advised not to print exact subscriber stats at the risk of corporate

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1104969021230344962005-01-05T18:26:00.000-05:002005-01-07T02:29:11.010-05:00

Everyone is in for a real treat today. Not only will you get Manhattan Mumblings, Vol. III but if you continue reading for the next 3 minutes you will also get this one-time only offer of Cruise Chatter at no additional cost (readers pay all additional internet service fees and taxes as may be required in some states). Prior to leaving on the cruise I was at the gym getting some final abdominal

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1104964517364125922005-01-05T17:01:00.000-05:002005-01-05T17:35:17.363-05:00

Why is it that upon hearing those seven words, myself and just about everyone else seem to revert back to a 3rd grade vocabulary and can't string together an entire sentence without the use of 15 verbal pauses. I just noticed this phenomenon as I was leaving a friend a voicemail. Had this been our first contact she surely would have thought it was a prank call from 12 year old. We all laughed at

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1104799808534495742005-01-03T19:46:00.000-05:002005-01-03T19:50:08.536-05:00

So 2004 was indeed, "A Year of Firsts" and this post is the first non-cruise post of 2005. Since I was too busy partying this past week, I didn't have the luxury to think about all the absolutes 2005 will hold. Some things to look forward to include turning a quarter of a century (for you math whizzes and people who can't tell the time unless its a digital clock, that is 25) my brother graduates

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1104789895756064022005-01-03T17:03:00.000-05:002005-01-03T17:04:55.756-05:00

For those of you interested, here is the first batch of cruise pictures.

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1104783094757738542005-01-03T15:11:00.000-05:002005-01-03T15:15:39.396-05:00

It's a Carnival "Miracle", my dad hasn't been that close to a vagina in, how old is Matthew, almost 18 years.

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1104782638330962122005-01-03T14:23:00.000-05:002005-01-03T18:38:20.870-05:00

So when we set sail on Decmeber 26th, I figured "Miracle" was a perfectly logical name for a boat. It worked as a movie title, why not a boat. When I think about miracles, I don't think biblically. The Sox winning the World Series a miracle, it hailing in Belize a miracle (a fucked up one at that, but nonetheless a miracle), hooking up with a female whose first name ends is a vowel (a miracle,

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1103831788692003882004-12-23T14:45:00.000-05:002004-12-23T14:57:38.806-05:00

AristocraCity would be remiss, if he didn't alert everyone to an excellent post on another blog. Having starred in some straight to video soft core pornographies (this is a joke), I've always found the titles of these movies very funny. Check out Lindsayism for a run down of some 2005 titles we can expect. http://lindsayism.com/ Updates will be few and far between in the coming days, due to my

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1103827575945432992004-12-23T13:24:00.000-05:002004-12-23T13:48:48.403-05:00

Dear Mr. Richard Johnson, First off let me say I enjoy reading Page Six in fact I link to it on the right, but I understand your need to trash celebs stems from being picked on as a kid. I mean how could parents name someone Richard Johnson, when surely all the kids would pick on him and call him Dick Johnson. It must have been rough, but thankfully you turned that ridicule into a high powered

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1103696176460594902004-12-23T12:21:00.000-05:002004-12-23T12:22:18.820-05:00

AristocraCity is a cynic. This cynicism is most prevalent in matters of faith. So when the comment, “well you are a Scorpio,” was thrust in my direction I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. AristocraCity wasn’t too knowledgeable on astrology and the signs of the zodiac. Needless to say AristocraCity was now officially intrigued. Obviously the zodiac is prevalent in everyday life, horoscopes

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1103818533007916502004-12-23T11:07:00.000-05:002004-12-23T11:15:33.006-05:00

For those of you that would like to live vicariously through my shopping successes, AristocraCity bought a pair of Michael Kors jeans at the Scoop sale a couple of weeks ago. Well I got them back from being shortened and if I must say, Wow! All my jeans fit me rather well, but these jeans take fitting well to a new level. I have previously paid in low to high 100s for jeans, cause I wear them

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1103589336794500392004-12-20T19:01:00.000-05:002004-12-20T19:48:59.240-05:00

So I got a couple things that individually don't merit a post, but as a group are worthy of some purposeless pontifications. Here is the long awaited follow up to the original purposeless pontifications. I now realize where I have gone wrong in the whole dating thing. I was trying to date people with the wrong first names. I've begun to notice a pattern among these women. Shockingly it's not

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1103575293700452392004-12-20T15:09:00.000-05:002004-12-23T13:11:17.276-05:00

So AristocraCity just got back from his audition for "Parental Approval". The idea is a dad and his daughter meet a group of guys and eventually the father decides which one the daughter will date. So prior to the audition I had to fill out an application, below are some of the questions with my answers: Q: Craziest Date Experience? A: I don't really have one, except the time I went geese

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1103498041751464982004-12-19T18:05:00.000-05:002004-12-19T19:39:47.440-05:00

So AristocraCity has news to report regarding my interesting message. Tomorrow at 1 pm AristocraCity will be auditioning for a new MTV show called Approval. AristocraCity is now accepting wardrobe ideas for the audition. Is this a suit sans tie audition, or jeans with blazer audition? What image should I be portraying? Post your comments or IM me. Another couple of questions just popped into my

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1103413515251645132004-12-18T18:28:00.000-05:002004-12-18T18:45:15.253-05:00

So this weekend AristocraCity got an email informing him he had a new Friendster message. Initially I thought it was from an acquaintance because it was from an Angela and I know one Angela. However, when I went to check this message it turned out not to be from the Angela I knew, but a Casting Director from MTV. Here is her message to AristocraCity in full: My name is Angela [redacted], I'm a

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1103294494361978592004-12-17T09:24:00.000-05:002004-12-17T09:45:58.246-05:00

I know all you people who willfully get up before 9 am (scratch that before 11 am) are mentally ill. Maybe there is something you can't control in your life, so you feel like I can at least control the time I wake up in the morning. Before all the onymous (btw had no idea what the antonym for anonymous was, had to look up) comments come in, I don't consider getting up for work willful. I

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1103232172596444572004-12-16T16:03:00.000-05:002004-12-16T18:51:55.876-05:00

The VitruvianMen co-founders both believe they are more unlucky in love and thus more pathetic. This afternoon, more precisely right now, AristocraCity and JKNY are in a heated IM conversation over who is more pathetic. Since we each believe ourselves to be the victor we agreed to let the impartial readers decide. The argument started when JKNY asked me if I was sitting down (I was), and

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1103220396550945822004-12-16T13:00:00.000-05:002004-12-16T13:06:36.550-05:00

This past month and a half, AristocraCity has shared many personal details usually reserved for a select few in my life. I have officially ended anonymous comments on this blog. I realize I may be sacrificing comments by eliminating the anonymous option, but I feel its your choice to read this blog and your choice to comment. I've decided its my choice who can comment. The readers have learned a

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1103215637375182172004-12-16T10:42:00.000-05:002004-12-16T13:00:02.396-05:00

This week has been excellent and for no particular reason. Its as though I'm on mood stabilizers while getting a constant stream on nitrous oxide. I'm smiling a lot, have a lot of energy and am slightly giddy. So when I woke up this morning fully refreshed at 9 am, I decided today I'd write my year in review blog. This has been a momentous year for AristocraCity. 2004 is and was "My Year of

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1103138852411105342004-12-15T13:56:00.000-05:002004-12-15T14:27:32.410-05:00

Usually AristocraCity pimps himself out like he did about a half hour ago, but today AristocraCity's dad pimped him out. What was unique about dad pimping me out was that it was an international pimping. AristocraCity's dad is an acquataince whore. He knows everyone in town and many in other towns. It might be because he has an informal office in Town Bagel or just that he's infamous for being

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1103059458739326692004-12-14T16:19:00.000-05:002004-12-14T16:25:20.976-05:00

While AristocraCity was being humorous with the DTV idea, I encourage everyone to read the well written and researched comment posted by Justin K to the DTV on PPV post. But not so seriously it would make for good TV.

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1103047945877438382004-12-14T13:11:00.000-05:002004-12-14T13:15:43.810-05:00

One of my Hanukkah gifts was a subscription to the Wall Street Journal Online. Here is my login info: (highlight below to read) Username: jarradb Password: vitamin21 AristocraCity doesn't mind sharing, especially if its educational.

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1103045713738224612004-12-14T11:53:00.000-05:002004-12-14T12:35:13.736-05:00

So the Left Coast got it right this time, finding that muderer guilty and sentencing him to death. AristocraCity while mainly liberal does support the death penalty, but true to my financial roots I think a non-profit network should be started called DTV on PPV. Written out that is Death TV on Pay Per View. It really does makes sense to televise these events. Blood sports are everywhere, with the

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1103039334836906362004-12-14T10:15:00.000-05:002004-12-14T11:19:53.313-05:00

I'm awake. I've showered and I'm not even tired. That's right to all you naysayers who ridicule my sleeping late I'm already working too. I see the sun and that means I get to where my sunglasses, which haven't seen much daylight these past couple of months. Although this past Sunday I wore them. I was out all day and night and wore them the entire time. It was dark and I was wearing them, now I

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1102955634514837692004-12-13T11:30:00.000-05:002004-12-13T11:33:54.513-05:00

Actually, I’d much prefer it if you did (stupid isn’t attractive unless your Jessica Simpson or Paris Hilton and then by all means go ahead, men aren’t after your brains), but that’s beside the point. “I hope you don’t think,” is a preface. Have you ever noticed that hardly ever does a sentence that begins with a preface end with a positive? Here are some other prefaces you’ve probably heard: I

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1102900225637380412004-12-12T19:09:00.000-05:002004-12-12T20:10:25.636-05:00

In reaction to reports published by scientists from SUNY Stony Brook, sperm have a filed a class action lawsuit against Microsoft and Intel seeking releif from what sperm alleges is willful negligence on the part of Intel and Microsoft. In the case of Sperm v. Microsoft and Intel (co-defendants) the sperm contend that since the advent of the Centrino line of processors by Intel, laptop purchases

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1102738030964903802004-12-10T22:58:00.000-05:002004-12-10T23:14:20.066-05:00

[Editor’s Note: This post will not be overtly funny, will have serious undertones and may only be comedic at various points.] This is who I am. Earlier today after a multitude of mishaps I became in engaged in a heated IM conversation with a close female friend whose opinion and thoughts matter very much to me. The conversation was triggered by what I considered a harmless 5 words, a punch line,

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1102707835257548932004-12-10T14:08:00.000-05:002004-12-10T14:50:08.250-05:00

You know the days I'm talking about. First you wake up with no sunlight because a bunch of little dicked business man having mid life crises went out bought a Hummer which in turn polluted our air and now it rains every fucking day. Then you get a wake up call from your mother at 10:30 am cause she was bored at work and wanted to talk. Our conversation went something like this: AristocraCity:

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1102662443723313842004-12-10T01:09:00.000-05:002004-12-10T02:12:40.600-05:00

In my goal to be fair and balanced I feel it's only right that I share my the about me section of my jdate profile. You can view my profile in its entirety here. I'm a very well rounded individual. I can be seen on Emeril Live and reciting Walt Whitman verse in Gramercy Park. I memorize Zagat's guides simply cause I can. I buy the unlimited Metrocard just to see how low I can get my CPR (cost

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1102657190159141952004-12-09T22:57:00.000-05:002004-12-20T19:42:39.363-05:00

While it may be going to far to say there are sure things in life, there are absolutely safeties. Applying to Buffalo is a safety, having a blind date exit strategy (ie. roommate crisis, hamster is sick, i don't think i'm over my ex) is a safety, and Teuscher champagne truffles are my safety gift (Teuscher: Madison Avenue @ 61st St.). Even AristocraCity who is some what of a gift giving god has

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1102576027716175902004-12-09T01:29:00.000-05:002004-12-09T02:07:07.716-05:00

In honor of the Billboard Awards tonight, AristocrCity would like to hand out some awards. Stacker 2 Award: Diana Ross (Ms. Ross was also the winner of the fuchsia big bird impression award.) Consistent Fuck Up Award: Tara Reid (for tripping on the stairs and being unable to read) Hottest Redneckette Award: Gretchen Wilson Most Improved Hottie Award: Alicia Keys (Ms. Keys also won for best

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1102573139935588722004-12-09T01:12:00.000-05:002004-12-09T01:18:59.936-05:00

In our mission to bring you (the reader) the most current information on NYC sample sales, AristocraCity sweated it out at three different sales today. Actually, I could care less about informing the people, I have a illness. I'm addicted to retail sample sales. As part of my recovery I need to recognize I have a problem by facing it hand on... hand on my Amex that is. In pursuit of Hanukkah and

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1102488191642548652004-12-08T01:43:00.000-05:002004-12-08T01:43:11.643-05:00

I just finished watching the season finale of Laguna Beach and I was glued to the TV. TV is a known escape, a big box of make believe. My problem is I'm addicted to garbage. I love so so many stupid shows. What I don't understand is why I'm in need of such escapism when my real life is at it's pinnacle. Sure its winter here and perpertually summer in Laguna Beach, The O.C. and North Shore, but I

AristocraCityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604053401088418617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018892.post-1102474967142074122004-12-07T21:20:00.000-05:002004-12-07T22:06:00.723-05:00

Surgeon General Warning: This store is not recommended for the faint of heart, pregnant women, people shorter than 5 feet tall and the infirm. It is recommended that prior to entering the store one should be fully hydrated (very hot inside) and fully satiated (you will be there for awhile). Wear layers, comfortable shoes, and do not bring any unnecessary baggage. While in the store one may be

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My name is spelled unconventially and I was until about a week ago pissed at my hippie father for the way he spelled it. I mean never once was I able to buy a keychain or magnet with my name cause it would have been a money losing proposition to sell one Jarrad keychain. I understood this and held no ill will towards the tchotske maker. Most people spell it Jared or Jarred. About a week ago I was

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As a way to differentiate ourselves from monkeys and the French we use deodorant, perfume and cologne. So this installment of the gift guide is devoted to perfume and cologne. Choosing a fragrance is very personal, so I will not make any specific purchasing decisions. Instead I'll discuss some less common fragrance boutiques. I'm particularly fond of Penhaligons of London. They only have 3 U.S.

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So Saturday night I stayed in with a stomach ache (which may or not be related to fact I ate a box of Krispy Kreme donut holes) and found myself watching VH1. You remember the sister channel of MTV (short for Music TV) that as of late has as much clout when it comes to music vidoe critiques as McDonald's does with healthy eating. Nonetheless VH1 in a collaboration with Blender Magazine were

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Today I found myself with time to kill before a lunch meeting in Union Square so I decided to browse the aisles of Barnes & Noble. My father's birthday falls during Hanukkah so undoubtedly he will get shafted on presents. Since we are getting my father golf lessons which is an intangible gift I want to give him something he can actually open. So I'm getting him among other things the book The

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Gift guides are a dime a dozen this time of year, but they all seem to push the same books (America the Book for men and Sammy's Hill for the ladies), same dvds (Star Wars Trilogy or Golden Girls, Season 1), same gadgets, and well you get the point. So AristocraCity is starting its own gift guide today. Each day for the next eight AristocraCity will include one male and one female gift all

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So this Sunday will mark a month since I began this blog. As of today I have also received 75 unique visitors to the site (since November 17th) and 150 total page views. Aside from my friends who read this there are also a handful of people who I don't know on a personal level. So today I'm going to fill in some of the blanks about my background with a list of facts: -Favorite ice cream in

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Like most weekends this past one started out with low expectations and an abundance of hope. I was well rested having slipped into a tryptophan induced turkey coma the night before and had finally gotten some much need R&R. So when I awoke bright eyed and stone cold sober Friday evening at 4:30 pm (I define evening as the sun has already set) I was game for anything. Around 8ish the cell the

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Wednesday night my mother attended my 17 year old brother’s parent teacher conferences and I got nothing but compliments. Here are some sample comments: Your son has a real gift for economics. I really think he should major in economics in college. He already seems to have grasped the abstract points about how economics relates to the world. He is articulate and seems really passionate about the

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I know the light airy goodness that is a Krispy Kreme donut can make us do some crazy things and coupled with the stress of the holiday season one might even be inclined to follow the advice of the poster below and give the gift of donuts. I know many people give edible presents to friends, family and co-workers all the time, but it's wrong then and surely is wrong now. While you might think

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Its time for another post about the stupid shit people say in front of me that we here at AristocraCity like to call Manhattan Mumblings. Out of respect for the individual who said the quote and the one the quote may be about, I usually create false identities, but not this time. I'm not using actual names cause I'm an asshole, just that the only people being slandered will never read this.

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