<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:43:54.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm (not) a publicist.</title><subtitle type='html'>i'm gay. sometimes i think i'm fabulous. i'm not a publicist.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-7151268320515105431</id><published>2008-02-06T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:55:03.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PROBLEM!</title><content type='html'>Hello my loyal reader (singular), as you can see, I'm having some formating issues, sorry about that! I am going to be COMPLETELY revamping my blog soon. Stay tuned for more details!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-7151268320515105431?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/7151268320515105431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=7151268320515105431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/7151268320515105431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/7151268320515105431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2008/02/problem.html' title='PROBLEM!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-4334823675841453651</id><published>2008-02-04T23:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:18:59.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling Page Six!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-4334823675841453651?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/4334823675841453651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=4334823675841453651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/4334823675841453651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/4334823675841453651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2008/02/calling-page-six.html' title='Calling Page Six!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-2717786618150124613</id><published>2008-02-01T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T12:14:42.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm fucking matt damon</title><content type='html'>hey guys and girls...ok, more like hi guy and girl...anyway, i'm sorry that i haven't updated this in forever (foreva-eva?), but i've been busy as balls with work (which i'm LOVING by the way!), but until I have time to give a real update, please enjoy this HILARIOUS video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnVJZkDuVBM&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnVJZkDuVBM&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-2717786618150124613?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/2717786618150124613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=2717786618150124613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/2717786618150124613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/2717786618150124613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-fucking-matt-damon.html' title='i&apos;m fucking matt damon'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-1044685204469684536</id><published>2007-12-28T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T02:16:27.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>banksy</title><content type='html'>for a while now, i have been incredibly intrigued by the british graffiti artist &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banksy"&gt;banksy&lt;/a&gt;. he is know for his outspoken, politically-charged and often comical &lt;a href="http://www.banksy.co.uk/menu.html"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt;. he has painted on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Rockboy.jpg"&gt;West Bank Separation Wall&lt;/a&gt;, he left a dummy of a Guantanamo Bay &lt;a href="http://worldofwonder.net/archives/2006/Sep/08/banksy_strikes_close_to_home.wow"&gt;prisoner&lt;/a&gt; on the fence of a ride at disneyland, he's covertly added his own pieces of art with satirical captions to the walls of the lourve and in one of my favorite moves, he replaced copies of &lt;a href="http://news.independent.co.uk/uk/this_britain/article1325440.ece"&gt;Paris Hilton's CD&lt;/a&gt; with his own cover art of a topless Paris and renamed the songs "Why am I Famous", "What Have I Done", and "What Am I For". Needless to say, he's a rebel and revolutionary. oh, and also, no one knows what he looks like. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past few weeks his work has been on display at a gallery here in chelsea, and, as it is closing tomorrow, i swung by. all i have to say is amazing. i've only seen the work online, and to finally be able to see the work in person was awesome. and the way that it was presented was perfect. police tape, bubble wrap, awkward lighting. it was gorgeous. here are some pics i took:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the 2nd floor of the 3 floor display&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R3WEXilT9jI/AAAAAAAAANE/orMuGo1-ncI/s1600-h/IMG00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R3WEXilT9jI/AAAAAAAAANE/orMuGo1-ncI/s400/IMG00055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149167288923190834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banksy's modern-day take on a warhol classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R3WEXylT9kI/AAAAAAAAANM/SBbD62U3THw/s1600-h/IMG00060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R3WEXylT9kI/AAAAAAAAANM/SBbD62U3THw/s400/IMG00060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149167293218158146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Banksy of England £10 note featuring Princess Di&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R3WEYClT9lI/AAAAAAAAANU/6-4iBNhr6QY/s1600-h/IMG00061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R3WEYClT9lI/AAAAAAAAANU/6-4iBNhr6QY/s400/IMG00061.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149167297513125458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; while taking the kate pic, i covered the flash on my blackberry...came out kinda cool, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R3WGgylT9mI/AAAAAAAAANc/I57XkXmrCZs/s1600-h/IMG00057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R3WGgylT9mI/AAAAAAAAANc/I57XkXmrCZs/s400/IMG00057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149169646860236386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-1044685204469684536?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/1044685204469684536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=1044685204469684536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/1044685204469684536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/1044685204469684536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/12/banksy.html' title='banksy'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R3WEXilT9jI/AAAAAAAAANE/orMuGo1-ncI/s72-c/IMG00055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-6729476611763934796</id><published>2007-12-27T14:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T14:33:34.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hilarious</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=24551406"&gt;Pregnant Jamie Lynn Speaks Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=24551406&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=24551406&amp;title=Pregnant Jamie Lynn Speaks Out"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-6729476611763934796?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/6729476611763934796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=6729476611763934796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/6729476611763934796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/6729476611763934796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/12/hilarious.html' title='hilarious'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-4113071830020046962</id><published>2007-12-17T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:37:14.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts and thoughts</title><content type='html'>well, as i said in my previous post, i am now 28. i am happy that i am getting older, because i am learning more and more about myself everyday. after having a "small" (ie: 21 person) dinner on friday night, some of the boys went out a-drinkin. after several cocktails, i found myself at barrage waxing poetic about how much i have changed in my years. its really true though. i am more confident in myself, i am more secure in my abilities. now look, that doesn't mean that i don't doubt myself here and there, because i'd be lying if i said that i didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday was a lot of fun, saturday was shopping with my best friend eric, then having din with him, his partner joe and wendy and jenny who was in town from philly. we drank, we ate, and then we went back to wendy's place and schmoked and had one of the funniest conversations i can recall. we talked all about sex with men vs sex with women and it was both hilarious and informative for everyone involved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday i saw Juno with Queen Jiller, and I have to highly recommend this movie to everyone. stellar cast, great directing, excellent script, and a standout performance by ellen page as the lead. fantastic fantastic movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tonight, TA took me to dinner at Annisa, for my birthday, and it was just excellent. not just the food, but the company as well. its been a very rocky road for us, but we are forging a special bond as friends, and i am very happy about that. look, inherently, i'm always going to care about him, and i know that he feels the same. there is a part of me that will probably always be in love with him, and i'm ok with that, because i think that that is normal. if we weren't friends, i would probably be brokenhearted. how can you just void your life of someone who you spent such a significant part of it with? it doesn't seem natural. we'll probably still have our bumpy moments, but in the long run (and i have said this before), we will always be in each others lives. he is a good person and i am grateful that we are where we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he also got me a pair of rayban aviators that i had expressed interest in. not at all necessary, so thank you TA, it was very sweet and generous of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i look forward to wearing said glasses tomorrow morning on the train up to CT, where i am going for a meeting for my first day of work! we're meeting with someone regarding the south beach wine and food festival, which i am also going to from feb 17-25. i'm very excited, and i know that this is just going to be a great opportunity for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in a happy mood right now, and i am hoping that it sustains itself for a while. i have a feeling that it will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the meantime, i hope that everyone checks out this video (audio is NSFW)...hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8HilTvjBTM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8HilTvjBTM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-4113071830020046962?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/4113071830020046962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=4113071830020046962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/4113071830020046962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/4113071830020046962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/12/thoughts-and-thoughts.html' title='thoughts and thoughts'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-7824345589826897706</id><published>2007-12-14T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T18:15:51.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>28.</title><content type='html'>today is my 28th birthday. i honestly cannot believe that i am this old. i just can't believe it! i feel like it was just yesterday that was a dorky chubby freshman at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wootton_High_School"&gt;wootton.&lt;/a&gt; or that i was a dorky chubby freshman at &lt;a href="http://www.iub.edu/"&gt;iu&lt;/a&gt;. and wasn't it just yesterday that i was the quasi-cool, not-so-chubby kid fresh outta school working at the front desk of the &lt;a href="http://www.parkermeridien.com/"&gt;parker&lt;/a&gt;? the time goes by oh so fast.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a good 27th year. i had a few jobs, i had a boyfriend, i had some normalcy to my life. the spring brought about the upheaval of a lot of that, but i think that i am more grounded now, which i am happy about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't live a crazy life (although i did hop up to boston for a &lt;a href="http://absolutelyadorkable.blogspot.com/"&gt;date&lt;/a&gt; on wednesday...maybe i am a tad bit crazy...), but i think that i live quite a satisfying and fulfilling life. sometimes i think that i need to spruce it up a bit, but hey, i have time. i'm young...ish. there is no boyfriend in my life right now (which apparently affects me at certain times), but i'm ok with that. do i need one? i don't know. i miss the companionship that a boyfriend brings, but i have met some great new people who in addition to my old stable of friends keep me afloat and make me enjoy my life and provide me with almost all i need to get by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i left my &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/11/redacted.html"&gt;shit job,&lt;/a&gt; and as of last next week, i will be starting an even better one. i am going to be the events manager for a boutique event planning firm working on huge accounts for them. my biggest client is a HUGE water company, and I will be working with them on their sponsorship of events including the Food Network South Beach Wine &amp;amp; Food Fest, as well as the US Open. I am going to be doing a lot of traveling, which I look forward to, and more importantly, I am going to be working with someone who I have worked before, who I think is a great guy. needless to say, i'm very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28 is shaping up to be a good year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some boston pics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R2MNOpqb8uI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EQUyWJisWCM/s1600-h/P1060549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R2MNOpqb8uI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EQUyWJisWCM/s400/P1060549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143969744740414178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R2MNu5qb8wI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tJkswoS1MMI/s1600-h/P1060556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R2MNu5qb8wI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tJkswoS1MMI/s400/P1060556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143970298791195394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R2MOCJqb8xI/AAAAAAAAAM0/nMdvQRSANeI/s1600-h/P1060557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R2MOCJqb8xI/AAAAAAAAAM0/nMdvQRSANeI/s400/P1060557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143970629503677202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R2MOCZqb8yI/AAAAAAAAAM8/vtnbc0p4hA0/s1600-h/P1060561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R2MOCZqb8yI/AAAAAAAAAM8/vtnbc0p4hA0/s400/P1060561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143970633798644514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-7824345589826897706?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/7824345589826897706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=7824345589826897706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/7824345589826897706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/7824345589826897706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/12/28.html' title='28.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R2MNOpqb8uI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EQUyWJisWCM/s72-c/P1060549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-5610379982431072363</id><published>2007-12-09T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T19:19:03.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays, holidays &amp; memories</title><content type='html'>my birthday is this coming friday, and i am turning 28. i am looking forward to it, but like always, when this time of year comes, i fall into this deep dark hole. i get upset, i get moody, and i feel alone. i don't know, maybe its because it's different this year, but the holidays are rough for me. i always get emotional around, but it's harder now. the past 2 years i had an amazing man in my life. a companion, a lover, a friend, and now i don't have that. i don't have the person who i told i loved on new years in 2005. i don't have the person who i crawled into bed with every night and was held by. i miss that. as i try to move on and move forward its this time of year that i slow down and regroup and get emotional and upset and remember what i am missing. you try and focus on the positives of what you have in your corner, but i don't have so much right now. no job, no significant other. no one to curl up with and tell me that all the bad stuff will pass. i wish that i could say that its been getting easier, this getting over TA thing, but it's not. especially this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of my friends are slowly showing their true colors and once again, i question my friendships with some of them. i feel left out of things and i feel like once again, i'm being put on the back burner by some people. everyone seems to always be having a good time, and telling fun stories, and i am not a part of those stories because i am not called or invited. am i that bad of a person? did i do something to hurt or upset them? i really don't think that i did. i feel like i give so much to some people, and i am warm and welcoming and i get shafted in return. i don't know why i put up with some of this, i really don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new years is coming and its time for me to reflect on the people in my life. some are in my life for good, and some do nothing but cause me pain. it's time to end that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R1yF2vzP32I/AAAAAAAAAME/4bunjjPVIqs/s1600-h/frown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R1yF2vzP32I/AAAAAAAAAME/4bunjjPVIqs/s400/frown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142132050141110114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-5610379982431072363?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/5610379982431072363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=5610379982431072363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/5610379982431072363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/5610379982431072363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthdays-holidays-memories.html' title='birthdays, holidays &amp; memories'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R1yF2vzP32I/AAAAAAAAAME/4bunjjPVIqs/s72-c/frown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-997848084355174253</id><published>2007-12-04T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T12:47:03.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>if i were a chipmunk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.munkyourself.com/Badge.swf?id1=7883&amp;id2=1381&amp;key=a0b10ec92c7d9030786233613" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="300" height="300" name="munkBadge" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" menu="false" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.munkyourself.com/Munkalizer.swf?id1=7883&amp;id2=1381" quality="high" width="1" height="1" name="munkalizer" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" menu="false" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-997848084355174253?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/997848084355174253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=997848084355174253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/997848084355174253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/997848084355174253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-i-were-chipmunk.html' title='if i were a chipmunk...'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-640259289569497590</id><published>2007-12-04T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T11:42:41.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>summertime fun...</title><content type='html'>the following is the result of vodka, music and the anticipation of a night on the town in early june:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qHYuIl5YlCc&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qHYuIl5YlCc&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-640259289569497590?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/640259289569497590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=640259289569497590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/640259289569497590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/640259289569497590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/12/summertime-fun.html' title='summertime fun...'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-679721233793741379</id><published>2007-11-27T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:38:43.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mom and pop's new toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saab 93 Turbo in Parchment Silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ain't she a beaute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R0w5AypTUgI/AAAAAAAAALU/TECX6Z-OZyw/s1600-h/P1060357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R0w5AypTUgI/AAAAAAAAALU/TECX6Z-OZyw/s400/P1060357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137543960680681986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R0w5CSpTUhI/AAAAAAAAALc/NGeuOr1Z6iw/s1600-h/P1060363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R0w5CSpTUhI/AAAAAAAAALc/NGeuOr1Z6iw/s400/P1060363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137543986450485778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R0w5CypTUiI/AAAAAAAAALk/-7-_9rVZTLQ/s1600-h/P1060370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R0w5CypTUiI/AAAAAAAAALk/-7-_9rVZTLQ/s400/P1060370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137543995040420386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R0w5ESpTUjI/AAAAAAAAALs/nCYdYLGM9J8/s1600-h/P1060373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R0w5ESpTUjI/AAAAAAAAALs/nCYdYLGM9J8/s400/P1060373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137544020810224178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-679721233793741379?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/679721233793741379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=679721233793741379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/679721233793741379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/679721233793741379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/11/mom-and-pops-new-toy.html' title='mom and pop&apos;s new toy'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R0w5AypTUgI/AAAAAAAAALU/TECX6Z-OZyw/s72-c/P1060357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-3603580301624117083</id><published>2007-11-24T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:38:22.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>redacted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I have received word via a cease-and-desist alleging that some of the content on this blog was both defamatory and libelous. I do not admit any wrong-doing in this matter, nevertheless, certain passages and links have been edited for the removal of content. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-3603580301624117083?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/3603580301624117083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=3603580301624117083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/3603580301624117083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/3603580301624117083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/11/redacted.html' title='redacted.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-2389411172036650710</id><published>2007-11-14T11:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:52:40.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a blessing and a curse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CONTENT REMOVED*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-2389411172036650710?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/2389411172036650710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=2389411172036650710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/2389411172036650710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/2389411172036650710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/11/blessing-and-curse.html' title='a blessing and a curse.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-4783286565934271862</id><published>2007-11-13T10:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:04:08.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"My New Toy" or "What a Long Strange Trip It Has Been"</title><content type='html'>so it finally came! my brand spanking new (and might i add, sexy as hell!) black &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/1-800-MY-APPLE/WebObjects/AppleStore.woa/91024001/wo/Cb3kI8vI5gUY2J0PIyE23UQnglR/2.?p=0"&gt;MacBook&lt;/a&gt;. I got it all souped up and upgraded, and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had it customized, it did not come from &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/contact/"&gt;Cupertino&lt;/a&gt;, but from Shanghai rather. Over the weekend I anxiously awaited its arrival with bated breath and tracked it online like a sonnovabitch. Every 30 minutes I looked on the FedEx site to see where it was. On Friday night, after having a wonderful time at Out 100 (more on that another day when i'm less busy), and after the boys left my apt at 2:00, I actually drunk-dialed FedEx to find out where my computer was! WHO DOES THAT? Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after traveling from Shanghai to Anchorage to Memphis to Newark, my new toy is at at home with his older brother, my old &lt;a href="http://www.shentech.com/apm9ibno1pog.html"&gt;iBook &lt;/a&gt;(which incidentally, I am giving to my older brother...ha!)...it has Leopard OS X, it has Photo Booth, Stacks, Spaces, Time Machine...it's pretty f'in sweet. When I received the box in my office yesterday, I actually hugged it. Yes, I am that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rzm_2dDk7nI/AAAAAAAAALE/CCTiuZSiZp0/s1600-h/FedEx+-+Track_1194881134267.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rzm_2dDk7nI/AAAAAAAAALE/CCTiuZSiZp0/s400/FedEx+-+Track_1194881134267.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132344192598863474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a fun pic of me and Brit Ben and Marla when we iChatted last night...so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rznm-dDk7oI/AAAAAAAAALM/U_J4fVsC9B8/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rznm-dDk7oI/AAAAAAAAALM/U_J4fVsC9B8/s400/pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132387210991300226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-4783286565934271862?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/4783286565934271862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=4783286565934271862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/4783286565934271862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/4783286565934271862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-new-toy-or-what-long-strange-trip-it.html' title='&quot;My New Toy&quot; or &quot;What a Long Strange Trip It Has Been&quot;'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rzm_2dDk7nI/AAAAAAAAALE/CCTiuZSiZp0/s72-c/FedEx+-+Track_1194881134267.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-2531911677032139233</id><published>2007-11-09T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T11:24:02.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Straight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I commit myself to a lot. Work, friends, relationships, keeping up appearances. As of late, I have been working myself to the bone. Today marks my 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; day of working straight. Yes, 19. not even when I was at &lt;a href="http://www.parkermeridien.com/"&gt;LPM &lt;/a&gt;did I work this many days in a row. I am soooo f’in tired I can’t even begin to explain. I wake at 8am, groggy and tired. I roll out of my apt and get to work at 9, grabbing my coffee and bagel on the way. My routine is pretty bland. The guy in the coffee cart knows me too well. By the time I’m at the front of the line, he already has my large coffee with skim milk and whole wheat bagel ready in the bag, with 2 packets of equal on the side. I hand him my $2.25 and walk across the street to the office. I put in my 7.5 hours and at 5:00pm sharp, I strut out of here. I go home and veg on the couch for a few hours. Sometimes I send my resume, but honestly, I don't even have enough energy to update this blog. My roomy ACME &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gets home ‘round 9 or 10 from work (he’s working hard kids!), we chit the chat, and watch &lt;a href="http://www.abc.go.com/fallpreview/pushingdaisies/"&gt;Pushing Daisies&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/30_Rock/"&gt;30 Rock&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/littlebritain/"&gt;Little Britian&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://sarahsilverman.comedycentral.com/index.jhtml"&gt;Sarah Silverman&lt;/a&gt; or whatever is on that night, and then i crawl into bed at 10:30 to watch some tele, and then I fall asleep. Like I said, my routine is pretty darn bland.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Well tonight is Friday the 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. I have been waiting for this day for a looong time now, because I finally get a weekend off! Yay! I have been working straight since October 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;, and now I can rest and relax. Tonight is &lt;a href="http://www.out.com/detail.asp?id=14727"&gt;Out 100&lt;/a&gt;, and I am superjazzed about that. I am going to go out with my boys, we’re getting all gussied up, we’re going to have an amazing time. Tim Gunn &amp;amp; Tori Spelling are hosting, Chaka Khan and Mya are performing, Jennifer Hudson, Mary-Louise Parker, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_T._Jones"&gt;Bill T. Jones&lt;/a&gt; (the amazing choreographer from Spring Awakening) and Thom Browne (among others) are being honored, and I hear that there may be a special appearance by a certain former Eurythmic who’s name rhymes with Fannie Dennox. Woohoo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;On a completely unrelated note, as it has now gotten cold out (last night on the phone I told my parents that I was “Freezing my Chita Rivera’s off!"), I have noticed a sudden spike in Ugg wearing. Now, I hate Uggs (and no, not because they are Australian TA! Ok, maybe that’s why on a minute level). I don’t care how comfortable and warm they are, they look ridiculous. Even more so is when you see a gay guy walking down 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Ave in his skinny/girly jeans with the legs tucked into the Uggs. Shoot me. Shoot me now. It’s simply unacceptable gays, don’t you know! Almost as bad is when you see someone in shorts and Uggs. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pvm1FwUamLo"&gt;Are you hot? Are you cold?&lt;/a&gt; MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ok, now that that’s out of my system, happy Friday everyone? This bitch needs a nap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RzSIAtDk7mI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LsEkXlm4pWM/s1600-h/O100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RzSIAtDk7mI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LsEkXlm4pWM/s400/O100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130875421157813858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-2531911677032139233?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/2531911677032139233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=2531911677032139233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/2531911677032139233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/2531911677032139233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/11/19-straight.html' title='19 Straight.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RzSIAtDk7mI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LsEkXlm4pWM/s72-c/O100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-4783587790433799975</id><published>2007-10-30T13:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T13:45:17.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the french are crazy.</title><content type='html'>from ben-ben, our france-based correspondent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Where will they stop the marketing? Zac Efron's favorites, the Mickey Mouse shaped burger patties!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RydtU4nypUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zNNqki5eR8M/s1600-h/dismeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RydtU4nypUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zNNqki5eR8M/s320/dismeat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127186906348692802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Why cruise gay websites for hours when you can pick up a box of 6 frozen fagots! Always ready for you, right in your freezer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RydtbYnypVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/uZTGADdfMzo/s1600-h/fafrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RydtbYnypVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/uZTGADdfMzo/s320/fafrance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127187018017842514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-4783587790433799975?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/4783587790433799975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=4783587790433799975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/4783587790433799975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/4783587790433799975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/10/french-are-crazy.html' title='the french are crazy.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RydtU4nypUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zNNqki5eR8M/s72-c/dismeat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-5425927668812130930</id><published>2007-10-28T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:33:13.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what's old is new again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;*CONTENT REMOVED*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another (and completely different note), i have a new friend. a friend that i met back in may (when i crashed his 25th bday party), but now we're actually like friends. we spent almost all last weekend together. we drank, we wii'd, we brunched, we shopped, we drank some more. i mean, we clicked. it's so nice when you start up a new friendship. you learn so much about each other and it's really refreshing. he's new to the city, and the country for that matter, and we've both had busy years, both workwise and lovelife-wise. it's nice to share and to commiserate and all that. it's just nice. we say that we are going to be best friends in 2008, but i think that it may come sooner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-5425927668812130930?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/5425927668812130930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=5425927668812130930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/5425927668812130930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/5425927668812130930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-old-is-new-again.html' title='what&apos;s old is new again.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-1841803862885609359</id><published>2007-10-17T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T10:52:04.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what's wrong with this picture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what's so wrong with the tuna that there must be quotes around it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RxYhdX3UMdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Q3yl5gHnXyY/s1600-h/tuna+sign.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RxYhdX3UMdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Q3yl5gHnXyY/s400/tuna+sign.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122318414686466514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-1841803862885609359?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/1841803862885609359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=1841803862885609359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/1841803862885609359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/1841803862885609359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-wrong-with-this-picture.html' title='what&apos;s wrong with this picture?'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RxYhdX3UMdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Q3yl5gHnXyY/s72-c/tuna+sign.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-202912926403169005</id><published>2007-10-13T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:49:38.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spring awakening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RxFMQX3UMcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GGJnpQbcGnU/s1600-h/wall05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RxFMQX3UMcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GGJnpQbcGnU/s320/wall05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120958095464608194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been waiting to see spring awakening for a very long time now. zach braff introduced the tony awards performance by saying "the show found it's inspiration in one of literature's most controversial masterpieces. A work daring in it's depiction of teenage self discovery. The show invites audiences of all ages to experience again the wonder of being young"  i quote mtv's &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1559604/20070514/id_0.jhtml"&gt;john norris&lt;/a&gt; "The most mind-blowing fact about "Spring Awakening" is that its source material — a non-musical play by German Frank Wedekind — was written in 1891....a play full of teenagers that includes (but is not limited to) wet dreams, masturbation, molestation, fumbling sex, teen pregnancy, ostracism, sadomasochism, abortion and suicide." the cast is made up of 2 adults and 16 amazingly talented actors who are between 17-24, and there is a great little blip from new york mag on them &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/arts/theater/features/28900/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. they tackle these issues because their parents and teachers won't educate them about life and sex. it's 1891 for christ's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it played off broadway at the &lt;a href="http://www.atlantictheater.org/"&gt;atlantic theatre&lt;/a&gt; here in my my neighborhood, but i never saw it. i heard the buzz about the show, but i never made it. then it opened on broadway. in a &lt;a href="http://theater2.nytimes.com/2006/12/11/theater/reviews/11spri.html"&gt;big&lt;/a&gt; way. and i wanted to see it. bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rt from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.thekarpelgroup.com/"&gt;the karpel group&lt;/a&gt; gave me a copy of the soundtrack several months ago, and i haven't stopped listening. the music and lyrics by duncan sheik (yes, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.youtube.com/watch?v=or7kanLEgyc"&gt;that&lt;/a&gt; duncan sheik) and steven stater are beautiful and haunting. exciting and poignant. the music ranges from slow moving ballads to cacophonous rock numbers. i know all the words, i know all the subtleties of the orchestration. i was obsessed with this show before i had even seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today, &lt;a href="http://swimtrvl78.blogspot.com/"&gt;jason&lt;/a&gt; and his friends and i went to the matinée performance, and i can't express how much i was moved by this show. i knew the story somewhat through the music (which i'm listening too on it's 2nd loop through, as i'm writing this), but being able to see it being performed live in such a raw setting as it is presenting is breathtaking and brilliant. the songs as they are performed are actually the inner monologues of the characters and they really break the 4th wall to sing these. what was one of the most amazing aspects of the show was the lighting, which I realize is a strange thing to say, but once you see it, you will understand. whether it was the subtle spotlight on a picture on the wall, the blue light bulbs arranged in the sky or even the brilliant neon strips located all around the theatre, it all added to an amazing display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's stupid to write this post all about this one show, but it really moved me. &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=PSyLcIOJ0CQ"&gt;some people say&lt;/a&gt; that this is a show for a new generation, and i agree. i laughed, i teared up, it was a cathartic journey that i recommend everyone going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f173b1f5def3fb5a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df173b1f5def3fb5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331098582%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5EA8CD4F99F067FCD98516937FCA9F878030037.57946105669E3FD354B39C856D565C8F2A021F4B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df173b1f5def3fb5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOeNLi7dqGyWLjCujikvjFojr-XI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df173b1f5def3fb5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331098582%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5EA8CD4F99F067FCD98516937FCA9F878030037.57946105669E3FD354B39C856D565C8F2A021F4B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df173b1f5def3fb5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOeNLi7dqGyWLjCujikvjFojr-XI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-202912926403169005?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f173b1f5def3fb5a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/202912926403169005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=202912926403169005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/202912926403169005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/202912926403169005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/10/spring-awakening.html' title='spring awakening.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RxFMQX3UMcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GGJnpQbcGnU/s72-c/wall05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-8670791962684342458</id><published>2007-10-10T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:33:51.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the realities of life.</title><content type='html'>it's been an interesting coupla days for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my trip was stellar. i did so much in 7 days, that i can say without hesitation that it was the BEST. VACATION. EVER. being able to travel around Europe with your best friend is something I recommend to everyone. Yes, Jill and I fought like mad a few times over random stupid shit, but hey we do that stateside as well. We traveled with her sister and her 3 friends, and we all got along famously. whispers of a possible trip on '08 abound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a 4.5 hr bike tour around Berlin with a stop 1/2 through at a biergarten, making an even more fun second 1/2!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing the amazing architecture of Daniel Liebeskind's Jewish Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;a hostel in prague the size of my big toe (what yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;u get for €40 a night!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;doing shots of absinthe, in one of the only countries where it is actually legal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;climbing up the steepest 287 steps in a spiral staircase to the top of Prague Castle for an unrivaled view of the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;seeing the crazy Raisin "Dancing" Building by Frank Gehry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;Jill flipping her shizz on a narrow road behind a big rig in the middle of nowheresville Czech Republic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;the lush green pastures of Austria set against the backdrop of the Alps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;visiting Mozart's birthplace in Salzburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;walking through Dachau concentration camp outside of Munich, both a haunting and fascinating experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oktoberfest. Oktoberfest, Oktoberfest, Oktoberfest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;a 10-hour train ride through the night up to Berlin, sharing a cabin with the locals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;Amsterdam's amazing canals, red lights and coffeeshops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;Going the Anne Frank House and seeing the history in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;Like I said, it was an amazing trip, and there are some pics below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CONTENT REMOVED*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to reconnect with friends, both old and new, I think it's important to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Saunders has moved back to town, and I couldn't be happier. I've missed him for the past 3 years. ACC in LA and I had our moment in the sun, which has now set. He's a great guy, and I hope that we maintain communication. Hey, he moves to NYC in a year, you never know...TA and I are going to make an attempt at a friendship, and as of now, it's going well. He is very special, and I am hoping that we can make this work. I'm sure that it will take more effort on my end, but I'll work it out, it's worth it to me. I met a nice kid last Friday. He seems smart and fun, and is as big of a Pushing Daisies fan as I am...which by the way is an AMAZING show, and you need to watch it. We're meeting up on Sunday, i'm definitely looking forward to it. And he blogs. Big plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my besties and I are attempting to band together to help a friend. he's in a bad place and needs some serious help. we may have drifted apart, but it's time to put the differences aside and help save a friend from himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seasons are slowly changing, we are all moving on. some for the better, some for the worse, but we are all moving. bodies in motion stay in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my 431 pictures from Europe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of us at the Berlin Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2UfH3UMRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/12iUAzdaaJc/s1600-h/P1050485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2UfH3UMRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/12iUAzdaaJc/s320/P1050485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119911613798035730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Holocaust Memorial in Berlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2UfX3UMSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QzEKLa6Zd8M/s1600-h/P1050540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2UfX3UMSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QzEKLa6Zd8M/s320/P1050540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119911618093003042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Absinthe in Prague...the Green Fairy cometh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2UgH3UMTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/99W3U6WbaHw/s1600-h/P1050629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2UgH3UMTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/99W3U6WbaHw/s320/P1050629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119911630977904946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us at O'Che's in Prague&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2UgX3UMUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EQNHm8RCqTs/s1600-h/P1050640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2UgX3UMUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EQNHm8RCqTs/s320/P1050640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119911635272872258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stunning Austrian countryside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2UhX3UMVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ta2ig1L3VHs/s1600-h/P1050737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2UhX3UMVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ta2ig1L3VHs/s320/P1050737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119911652452741458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fantastic pretzels in Salzburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2VRn3UMWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dx07br5HIVM/s1600-h/P1050778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2VRn3UMWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dx07br5HIVM/s320/P1050778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119912481381429602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dachau Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2VSX3UMXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QyPHC5rEsCc/s1600-h/P1050839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2VSX3UMXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QyPHC5rEsCc/s320/P1050839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119912494266331506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Schnitzel and Currywurst in Munich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2VSn3UMYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Hvyz8042EaQ/s1600-h/P1050792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2VSn3UMYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Hvyz8042EaQ/s320/P1050792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119912498561298818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me at the Hofbrau Hall at Oktoberfest!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2VTH3UMZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bTsseonz3jQ/s1600-h/P1050910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2VTH3UMZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bTsseonz3jQ/s320/P1050910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119912507151233426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gorgeous Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2VTn3UMaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hfRZAk4E5W0/s1600-h/P1050989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2VTn3UMaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hfRZAk4E5W0/s320/P1050989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119912515741168034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When in Amsterdam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2YCn3UMbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JuG9G4L6aYM/s1600-h/P1050992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2YCn3UMbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JuG9G4L6aYM/s320/P1050992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119915522218275250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-8670791962684342458?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/8670791962684342458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=8670791962684342458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/8670791962684342458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/8670791962684342458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-to-realities-of-life.html' title='back to the realities of life.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rw2UfH3UMRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/12iUAzdaaJc/s72-c/P1050485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-5726207102910127055</id><published>2007-10-02T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T10:27:25.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*phew*</title><content type='html'>i'm back in nyc after my whirlwind vacation. had the simply most amazing time ever. updates and pics to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-5726207102910127055?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/5726207102910127055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=5726207102910127055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/5726207102910127055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/5726207102910127055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/10/phew.html' title='*phew*'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-4765945937123315606</id><published>2007-09-27T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T18:20:35.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gutentag!</title><content type='html'>it's around midnight and i'm in munich! don't have long to write, but thus far, this trip has been out of this world! queenjiller and i and the rest of the group are having the best time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paris&lt;/strong&gt;: cdg airport is gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;berlin&lt;/strong&gt;: awesome bike tours with all 6 of us and our hot tour guide named Ingo, lots of amazing beers, more sausage than i have ever had in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prague&lt;/strong&gt;: shitty drive over, smallest room in all europe, great architecture, absinthe, singing, more beer, more sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;salzburg&lt;/strong&gt;: late addition to the trip, decided to go just yesterday! city was gorgeous, and the countryside was the most beautiful i've seen...&lt;em&gt;"the hills are alive, with the sound of music!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;munich:&lt;/strong&gt; just got back from the first part of oktoberfest. pure insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to see, more to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-4765945937123315606?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/4765945937123315606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=4765945937123315606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/4765945937123315606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/4765945937123315606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/09/gutentag.html' title='gutentag!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-5752715153552104270</id><published>2007-09-22T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T12:47:54.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RvVGxX3UMQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RDjs1mfTxuk/s1600-h/photo07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RvVGxX3UMQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RDjs1mfTxuk/s200/photo07.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113070765982626050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may not be much to some, but this week marks my 1-year anniversary of not smoking. i have been quite tempted in many many situations, and it is still difficult sometimes, but i won't lie, i'm pretty damn proud of myself. it's so unhealthy to smoke, and i couldn't be happier that i quit. congrats to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm packing right now for my european extravaganza, our flight is in 4 hours. i've had a crazy/fun/horrible/intense couple of days and weeks, and this trip is very much needed for me to clear my mind. i can't wait! hopefully i'll be able to write from abroad, we'll see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-5752715153552104270?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/5752715153552104270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=5752715153552104270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/5752715153552104270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/5752715153552104270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/09/celebrate.html' title='celebrate.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RvVGxX3UMQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RDjs1mfTxuk/s72-c/photo07.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-997734116773221869</id><published>2007-09-21T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T14:15:02.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all good things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Being with someone who makes you feel like you are walking on clouds is something that is hard to come by, and if you are lucky, you will stay airborne for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ACC is going back to LA today, and it sucks, but I’m ok with it. I was able to spend one last night with him and it made me realize many things. First off, he’s a truly amazing person. There is so much to him, so much depth and passion and so much I admire. Second, it showed me what is out there in this big world, people who will make an impact on your life and your soul. Yes, it sounds ridiculous, as we have known each other for only a brief period of time, but there is a clear connection between us. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This short and sweet late-summer affair (which, as he puts is, “is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;close to being a French film with subtitles”) has ended, at least for now. Yes, it would be wonderful to spend more time together, but the reality is that he lives in LA and I live in NYC, and although he will be moving here in a year, this is where the amazing journey ends. the season is changing, and it's time for me to move on, something I have been trying to do for a while now... This was such a wonderful experience, and I thank you ACC for that. You really gave me something to remember, and as I told you, I hope that our paths cross again very soon...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wear my heart on my sleeve, and everyone knows it. If I feel something, I say something (or write about it). I read my post from the other day, and I think that it was sappy, but you know what, it’s how I felt about things. in our short lifetimes, we only have a few opportunities to go with your heart, and I did just that, as fearlessly as possibly...no regrets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-997734116773221869?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/997734116773221869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=997734116773221869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/997734116773221869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/997734116773221869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-good-things.html' title='all good things...'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-756469829753635309</id><published>2007-09-19T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:31:02.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>everything weird and wonderful....pt.2</title><content type='html'>you can't anticipate situations and you can't expect something to happen. you can't predict the weather and you can't depend on the subways. you also can't foresee the feelings you are going to have for a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone very wise recently told me that dating is the loneliest process in the world. it's painful, its emotional and it's taxing. that is until you meet someone who puts you in an inexplainable mood. you forget about the problems at work, and they help you shut out the daily frustrations of your life. someone who you instantly connect with, who brings you to a level you have yet to reach in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met someone. someone amazing. I was able to spend 2 fantastic days on the west coast with him, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; most perfect night with him in nyc. when he drives you to a special place you really wanted to see, when you feel comfortable enough to hold his hand while walking down the street, when you go up to top of the rock and gaze out at the glittering city and then look into his eyes and catch a hidden glance, you don't hesitate. he literally took my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he lives in LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can you feel such a connection to someone who you have only known for such a short period of time and who you know is going to hop back on a plane in a few days? it seems nearly impossible to suppress feelings that you never thought that you were able to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not know what will happen now. things happen for a reason, and although this was not a situation that either of us anticipated, i couldn't be happier that i was able to experience this. i'm walking on clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just want you close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where you can stay forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can be sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That it will only get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You and me together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't worry 'cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything's gonna be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People keep talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They can say what they like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But all I know is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything's gonna be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the rain is pouring down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And my heart is hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will always be around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I know, for certain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You and me together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't worry 'cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything's gonna be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People keep talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They can say what they like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But all I know is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything's gonna be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, some people search the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to find something like what we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, people will try, try to divide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something so real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so 'till the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm telling you that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one, no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/alicia+keys/track/no+one" title="'Alicia Keys - No One' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Alicia Keys - No One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/756469829753635309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/756469829753635309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/09/everything-weird-and-wonderfulpt2.html' title='everything weird and wonderful....pt.2'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RvGtO28kd2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/3yHxKZ3U42U/s72-c/city+at+night.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-1640894313889106908</id><published>2007-09-17T23:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:57:19.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>everything weird and wonderful.</title><content type='html'>thank you ACC, for helping me make some new memories in LA. i will cherish them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-1640894313889106908?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/1640894313889106908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=1640894313889106908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/1640894313889106908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/1640894313889106908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/09/everything-weird-and-wonderful.html' title='everything weird and wonderful.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-3162038931818274989</id><published>2007-09-08T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:39:18.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks o' stuff</title><content type='html'>phew. sorry to my loyal readers (all 3 of you...well, 2 if you don't count me...) for the delay in posting. it's been 2 weeks, its a mighty long time by my standards, and the last 2 weeks have been kinda crazy, very fun, very fast and very tiresome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a breakdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dave cain was in town: had a great time with him and chrisbugg. that's right, i've condensed his name, since it really just flows better that way. dave breezed in from his &lt;a href="http://www.ncl.com/"&gt;job in miami&lt;/a&gt;. had an f'in blast with the 2 of them. we drank, we trekked alll the way up to the &lt;a href="http://www.ralphlauren.com/"&gt;ralph lauren&lt;/a&gt; store on the UES after drinking a few bottles of champers. then we went out, left chrisbugg with some tatted up guy at barracuda and and well...i won't get into the dirty deets, but it was the kind of night/morning that only would have happened to dave and i. we've been friends for 8 years, and we have many many memories under our belts...and in our pants. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-9 gays (and kimmy!) singing and dancing at &lt;a href="http://www.maracasnyc.com/"&gt;maracas&lt;/a&gt; during one of the most fun brunches EVER. that's what you get for unlimted margaritas on a sunday morning! the restaurant was filled with tons of gays and we sang &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Bamba_%28song%29"&gt;La Bamba&lt;/a&gt; for hours. hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-drinks and dessert with a Tony nominee (you know who you are)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-house/dog sat for marc and wolly: ok, no dogs there, but house sitting and a fun labor day bbq with the boys. drinks on the sprawling terrace and playing on their &lt;a href="http://www.wii.com/"&gt;wii&lt;/a&gt;. wii had a wii-lly good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-and now i'm in boston. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CONTENT EDITED*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being here in boston has been weird. i get to travel extensively for work, having all ready been in chicago and dallas, and going to los angeles in 5 days. here in boston i'm at the former stomping grounds for my 11 or 12 friends who went to &lt;a href="http://www.bu.edu/"&gt;BU&lt;/a&gt; and TA who went to &lt;a href="http://www.hbs.edu/"&gt;Harvard&lt;/a&gt;, and of course it is he who I think of most. it's now been 5 months since we've broken up. it's crazy, and i def still miss him a lot. i'm glad i got to see him &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/08/past-awkward-into-unknown.html"&gt;last month&lt;/a&gt;, and it's still hard, but i care &lt;span&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; him, and i will always care &lt;span&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; him. as i have said before, i am looking forward to having him in my life as a close friend. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(9/9 UPDATE: I ran into TA last night at Eastern Bloc, he was with some friend of a friend, and it was weird that he introduced me and said 'we dated for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; while'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;was good to see him, explained that i would love to see him again, but, as I have told everyone it's going to have to be in October, when things calm down a bit. we'll see what transpires...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to LA on thursday, where i was last with TA. knowing me, it's going to be hard to do this event, especially it's on the site of one of the places that he and I went, the &lt;a href="http://www.tarpits.org/"&gt;la brea tar pits&lt;/a&gt;, and all the memories will come back. i need to make new memories, so this will be an opportunity to do so. onwards and upwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting uber-excited for my trip at the end of the month to europe with jill, i really can't wait. i'll post more about that soon. in the mean time, here are some pics from the past this past weekend...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;a shot of Boston from my hotel room&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RuMftp0kiBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ltY7Ya8nqkg/s1600-h/P1050074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RuMftp0kiBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ltY7Ya8nqkg/s400/P1050074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107961271549200402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;another shot of Boston from my hotel&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RuMftp0kiCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GiZwVMNVLO0/s1600-h/P1050084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RuMftp0kiCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GiZwVMNVLO0/s400/P1050084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107961271549200418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the unbelievably sexy LL Cool J who was the at conference leading morning aerobics (ha!) and promoting his &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/LL-Cool-Platinum-Workout-Hollywoods/dp/1594866082"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;. i was that close. his arms are as big as my head. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RuMgw50kiFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4wco1qQ7tHE/s1600-h/P1050094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RuMgw50kiFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4wco1qQ7tHE/s400/P1050094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107962426895403090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the cute penguins at the sea world/orlando booth&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RuMfuJ0kiEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fBAAgMi4uV0/s1600-h/P1050096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RuMfuJ0kiEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fBAAgMi4uV0/s400/P1050096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107961280139135042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-3162038931818274989?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/3162038931818274989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=3162038931818274989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/3162038931818274989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/3162038931818274989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/09/2-weeks-of-stuff.html' title='2 weeks o&apos; stuff'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RuMftp0kiBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ltY7Ya8nqkg/s72-c/P1050074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-4551418023587156591</id><published>2007-08-24T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T15:54:32.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last 5 Years.</title><content type='html'>Well, today is a milestone for lil old me. Today, August 24, 2007, marks my 5 year anniversary of living on this little island known as New York City. I know it’s not that long of a time period, but to me, it says something about me and my commitment to this city and being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in &lt;a href="http://www.iub.edu/"&gt;college &lt;/a&gt;, I thought that I wanted to move to Chicago. I thought that NYC was just too much for me, that it was too big and that it was too fast-paced, but that Chicago was a good median. Then, I came here for a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drowned_World_Tour"&gt;Madonna concert&lt;/a&gt; when I was a senior (how gay, right?), and immediately I had a newfound love for this city. I knew that this was the place that I was going to move to. This is where my life was going to take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would come up here for a few days at a time, and stayed with Eric &amp;amp; Wendy on their couch in Murray Hill while I was looking for a job. I would be up here for 4 days, home for a week, up here for 3, home for 4, and so on. I moved into Will &amp;amp; Todd's apt on August 24 and started work at the &lt;a href="http://www.parkermeridien.com/"&gt;Parker Meridien&lt;/a&gt; on the 26th and then started the apartment search. 5 years later, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s be a whirlwind 5 years. I have done so much with my life, met so many incredible people, and I really think that I’ve lived to the fullest, or at least I've strived to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s take a look back, shall we:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jobs in Chronological Order:&lt;br /&gt;(and I'm sure I'm missing one or two!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parkermeridien.com/"&gt;Le Parker Meridien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soyluckclub.com/"&gt;Soy Luck Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparkplugpr.com/"&gt;SparkPlug Communications&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.affinia.com/New-York-City-Hotel.aspx?name=Affinia-Dumont&amp;amp;page=Barking-Dog-Restaurant"&gt;Barking Dog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sohohouse.com/"&gt;Soho House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for 2 hours, then I quit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nymag.com/listings/restaurant/cafeteria"&gt;Cafeteria &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutings.com/"&gt;Urban Outings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bizbash.com/newyork/content/editorial/e7839.php"&gt;Onorato/Wixom (OW!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.junketproductions.com/"&gt;Junket Productions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafemozart.com/"&gt;Café Mozart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freshpair.com/catalog_section_men_id_17_brand_143.html"&gt;Play Underwear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creedfragrances.co.uk/site/"&gt;Creed Fragrances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strohlnco.com/"&gt;Strohl &amp;amp; Company&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comixny.com/"&gt;Comix &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sheckys.com/"&gt;Shecky's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mkgproductions.com/"&gt;MKG Productions &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jmvisuals.com/"&gt;JM Visuals &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;*EDITED FOR CONTENT*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apartments:&lt;br /&gt;Cornelia Street (Will &amp;amp; Todd’s couch) – 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;44th and 10th – 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;63rd between 1st and 2nd – 14 months&lt;br /&gt;36th and 2nd – 1 year&lt;br /&gt;24th and 8th – 2.5 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend’s who have left NYC since I have been here:&lt;br /&gt;Will Acton&lt;br /&gt;Justin Klinger&lt;br /&gt;Chris Saunders&lt;br /&gt;(has ANYONE spoken to him?? Please let me know! Trying to track him down!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-friend-matt.html"&gt;Matt Schaefer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Slobotkin (neé Sobie)&lt;br /&gt;Tom Suiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a crazy ride getting to where I am now. I’m not saying "Yay! I’ve made it!", because I don’t know if that is necessarily the case, but I do feel like I have come far from where I was when I first moved here. I have a more self confidence, more friends, more memories. I have had some really amazing experience and some real hardships. I have grown and I am much more understanding of the person that I have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems silly to adhere to the old adage that you aren’t a real New Yorker until you’ve lived in the city for 10 years, regardless of where you are originally from, but there are days that I will walk down the streets and people watch and listen to the cacophony of city sounds and I think to myself: this is my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rs8DHJ0kh_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/EjsM5F9kTCk/s1600-h/d_skyline_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rs8DHJ0kh_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/EjsM5F9kTCk/s400/d_skyline_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102300324264445938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-4551418023587156591?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/4551418023587156591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=4551418023587156591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/4551418023587156591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/4551418023587156591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-5-years.html' title='The Last 5 Years.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rs8DHJ0kh_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/EjsM5F9kTCk/s72-c/d_skyline_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-8557325153599839771</id><published>2007-08-20T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:41:18.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>past the awkward, into the unknown...</title><content type='html'>i heard a really good quote yesterday, that just seems to be very appropriate for me: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."...Dr. Seuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a mad mad couple of days for me. Where to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with Thursday: I went to PopRocks with my boys. Dancing, drinking, open bar, good times. Well who should walk on in? the one person who I have been both waiting to see and avoiding all at the same time: TA. This was the moment that I feared, when I saw him at a bar. What made it worse was that I was dressed mighty shabbily, and of course he looked great. he was there with the guy who we had both gone on a date with &lt;a href ="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/04/seriously-this-sucks.html"&gt;a few months ago&lt;/a&gt;, which answered my question as to whether they were still hanging out, and made me feel better about telling him that I can’t be friends with him, even though I really enjoyed his company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran. Quickly said my goodbyes to all my friends and ran downstairs from the roof. I stopped and called jill. I needed some advice. Do I leave, do I say hi? Well, I decided that this was my golden moment. If I didn’t go say hello, then I would regret it. So I used my liquid courage (did I mention the open bar?) and said hi. We chatted for a little bit, then decided to take a walk. We walked, sat on a stoop, and I laid it on the line. I said everything that I had to say. I cried a bit (again, did I mention the open bar?), I probably made a fool of myself, but I don’t regret it for one minute. I needed to get out what I said. He, being him, walked me all the way home from the bar. It was uncomfortable but it was good. I said I would contact him sometime in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I basically had a minor nervous breakdown while in Long Island for work (by myself), while I was processing my encounter with TA, although I'm better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, I’m on the phone will jill chatting about our European extravaganza (we’re going to Amsterdam now too!! Woohoo!), and I get a text from TA asking if I want to catch up. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why did he text me?!&lt;/span&gt; I was planning on waiting a while to speak with him again, but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; texted &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;! I guess it was a sign that he didn't want to avoid me, and that made me feel better about it all... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some deep thought and counseling from Jill and Lil’ Steve (and going against their suggestions), we met up for coffee and took a walk through the village and to the river. It was actually really nice. We shopped a bit and then grabbed some lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.murraysbagels.com/"&gt;Murray's&lt;/a&gt; and shopped some more. Yes, there were awkward moments, but I am very glad that I saw him. We chatted about dating other people, moving on in life, and making new memories, something i've been striving to do. He has new friends and a new car, but he's still the same old TA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was concerned that the lingering feelings that I had for him would rebound me back to la-la land, and I would be hurting more because seeing him would remind me that I can’t be with him. As much as those feelings are indeed still there to some extent (and may never go way), I don’t think that us hanging out was a bad idea. Being with him just reminded me of who he is, and why I care about him. I will contact him sometime down the line because we both would like to be in each other’s lives, but right now I think that I need a little more time to process it all, ya know? I don't know when that will be, but hopefully soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again TA, you are a very special person, and I am looking forward to the day that we can be good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was the Night of a Thousand Parties, as I had 3 to go to, and they were all equally fun! Last night Jill and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.pianosnyc.com"&gt;pianos&lt;/a&gt; to go see &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-friend-matt.html"&gt;my friend matt&lt;/a&gt; perform. I have never been able to see him with a live band backing him and playing &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;his own&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/matthewschaefer"&gt;music&lt;/a&gt;, and it was awesome. Matt is so unbelievably talented, and I feel honored to know him. Here are some fun pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rsn5SKb6bFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NLza7JVs3f8/s1600-h/matt+pianos+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rsn5SKb6bFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NLza7JVs3f8/s400/matt+pianos+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100882143408188498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rsn5SKb6bGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/z_S43N1Mtp8/s1600-h/matt+pianos+2"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rsn5SKb6bGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/z_S43N1Mtp8/s400/matt+pianos+2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100882143408188514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rsn5Sab6bHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/iDAagEV3H5U/s1600-h/matt+pianos+3"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rsn5Sab6bHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/iDAagEV3H5U/s400/matt+pianos+3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100882147703155826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-8557325153599839771?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/8557325153599839771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=8557325153599839771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/8557325153599839771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/8557325153599839771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/08/past-awkward-into-unknown.html' title='past the awkward, into the unknown...'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rsn5SKb6bFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NLza7JVs3f8/s72-c/matt+pianos+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-1404003824697480257</id><published>2007-08-13T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T17:27:57.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a bbq, a brit and a brennen...not necessarily in that order</title><content type='html'>simply put, another fun ny weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I stayed in. after a long week at work, recovery from the previous weekend, and a general sense of blah, I decided to relegate myself to the couch. Tele, tele, tele. 'twas a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had a really fun day with brit ben who i hadn't seen since his bday in may. Brunch at &lt;a href="http://www.timeout.com/newyork/restaurants/2680/"&gt;44 ½ &lt;/a&gt;, then down to &lt;a href="http://www.vitra.com/home/default.asp?lang=us_us&amp;stat=1"&gt;vitra&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.dwr.com"&gt;design within reach&lt;/a&gt;, in the meatpacking. After that and some wandering, it was off to &lt;a href="http://newyork.citysearch.com/profile/45586535/new_york_ny/revel.html"&gt;revel&lt;/a&gt; for some mid-day mojitos. Afterwards, I met up with brennen and we did some shopping. And by we, I mean he. I didn’t buy anything. Brennen however mistakenly bought a pair of &lt;a href="http://www.c-in2.com/c-in2/"&gt;c-in2 sling briefs&lt;/a&gt; and nearly ripped his nuts off in the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was vlada, then a black/white party (not in a &lt;a href="http://www.hairspraymovie.com"&gt;hairspray&lt;/a&gt; racial-integration kinda of way, in a ‘please wear black or white’ kind of way) then the ritz, all with brit ben. A fun night that included kissing 38 people during a game of spin the bottle,burgers at 2am, and waiting in nervous anticipation for a mouse to shit in a box...seriously, don’t ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was brunch and shopping with &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-it-has-been-nearly-2-weeks-since.html"&gt;ms. madelaine mayer&lt;/a&gt;, which is always a blast, and then trekked up with brennen and the aim to 152nd Street and Murder Avenue to ben-ben and brendan’s bbq. I swear, when ben-ben and I lived together, the boy never cooked anything other than chicken breasts and white rice. Now he’s a gourmand, making pasta salads, burgers, HOMEMADE sorbets and ice creams! It’s crazy! It was delish boys, thanks for having me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting incredibly excited about my upcoming european &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;extravaganza &lt;/span&gt;that i have planned with jiller. gots me some awesome &lt;a href="http://www.phaidon.com/travel/"&gt;guide books&lt;/a&gt;, and i'm just superjazzed about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you all with this GORGEOUS picture of me red-faced and sweating my balls off, and wondering why in the world I trekked all the way uptown…oh yeah, free food and drinks...gets me every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RsC3yHifOzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TBg9TMgDbJk/s1600-h/155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RsC3yHifOzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TBg9TMgDbJk/s400/155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098276849828444978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-1404003824697480257?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/1404003824697480257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=1404003824697480257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/1404003824697480257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/1404003824697480257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/08/bbq-brit-and-brennen.html' title='a bbq, a brit and a brennen...not necessarily in that order'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RsC3yHifOzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TBg9TMgDbJk/s72-c/155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-7843634532622239736</id><published>2007-08-09T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:40:09.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good news, good times.</title><content type='html'>Well, it looks like things are looking up for old &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gil_Gunderson"&gt;Gil&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CONTENT EDITED*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was excellent. Was out at eric &amp;amp; joes on &lt;a href="http://www.thepinesfireisland.com/"&gt;fire island&lt;/a&gt; (thanks again boys!). Weather couldn’t have been any nicer. Had some great Eric and Me time, got myself some great color, hung out with a bunch of friends, went skinny dipping with all the boys (this would be the 2nd year in a row for that, thank you very much!), drank, relaxed, cleared my mind . ‘twas perfect. Here are some pics to enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their gorgeous house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rrsy83ifOqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3HGxg-Sriak/s1600-h/house+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rrsy83ifOqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3HGxg-Sriak/s320/house+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096723424581991074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pool where i swam and tanned every day, sometimes clothed...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rrsy9HifOrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zg8sjSPsFeg/s1600-h/house+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rrsy9HifOrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zg8sjSPsFeg/s320/house+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096723428876958386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i tolds you were were nekkid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rrsy9XifOtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W5wfUiYBWOw/s1600-h/boys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rrsy9XifOtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W5wfUiYBWOw/s320/boys2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096723433171925714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drunk on the roof...good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rrsy8nifOpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VWzfNkT_-TI/s1600-h/boys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rrsy8nifOpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VWzfNkT_-TI/s320/boys1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096723420287023762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attempting to shed some light on the boardwalk to their place at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rrsy9HifOsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MJ_q-EBTHZQ/s1600-h/walk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rrsy9HifOsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MJ_q-EBTHZQ/s320/walk1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096723428876958402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my lil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RrszkXifOvI/AAAAAAAAAG0/p4_NAwrmR2g/s1600-h/boys4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RrszkXifOvI/AAAAAAAAAG0/p4_NAwrmR2g/s320/boys4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096724103186823922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sip &amp;amp; twirl fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rrszk3ifOwI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qfvq613XfDE/s1600-h/boys3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rrszk3ifOwI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qfvq613XfDE/s320/boys3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096724111776758530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nice dramatic shot of my feet on the beach at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rrs0HHifOxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/B1uTAG5w4nc/s1600-h/feet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rrs0HHifOxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/B1uTAG5w4nc/s400/feet1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096724700187278098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-7843634532622239736?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/7843634532622239736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=7843634532622239736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/7843634532622239736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/7843634532622239736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-news-good-times.html' title='good news, good times.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rrsy83ifOqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3HGxg-Sriak/s72-c/house+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-5273967041464163914</id><published>2007-08-02T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:45:09.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling hated, feeling loved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CONTENT EDITED*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend i'm going out to fire island to eric and joe's for some relaxation and reflection. it's much needed. let see what happens, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-5273967041464163914?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/5273967041464163914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=5273967041464163914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/5273967041464163914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/5273967041464163914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/08/feelings-hated-feeling-loved.html' title='feeling hated, feeling loved.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-1635907060816500721</id><published>2007-07-25T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:45:54.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>news to use.</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been nearly 2 weeks since my last post, and i haven't updated, because i've been fairly busy. Let’s see, whats going on with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CONTENT EDITED*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to philly for work 2 weeks ago and treated myself to a fab lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.morimotorestaurant.com/"&gt;morimoto&lt;/a&gt; which was great (paid for by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CONTENT EDITED*&lt;/span&gt; of course...holla!), and then I went down to MD for my dad’s 60th bday/retirement party, which was loads of fun. Also, speaking of traveling, there is a chance that I am going to go with Queen Jiller on a fab European trip at the end of Sept. The deets are still being worked out (and I need to get the approval from work of course…ugh), but it would be to go Berlin, Munich and Prague, and maybe even Vienna. It’s all up in the air right now…I haven’t been on vacay since last December when TA and I went to &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/07/welcome-to-my-december-memories.html"&gt;Cali&lt;/a&gt;, but I have traveled since, only for work, so that doesn’t count. Speaking of TA, it seems that everyone is stiiillll running into him, but I don’t think I’m ready to see him yet…I still miss him too much, even 3.5 months later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-friend-matt.html"&gt;Matt&lt;/a&gt;, was in town last week, and it was of course amazing to see him, I loves me some matt. He and Queen Jiller and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.chinagrillmgt.com/kobeClub/main.cfm?pp=0"&gt;Kobe Club&lt;/a&gt; for din (and Queen Jiller and I ate at &lt;a href="http://www.megunyc.com/"&gt;Megu&lt;/a&gt; earlier in the week for Restaurant Week), and it was delish, then back to my apt where matt played some of his &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/matthewschaefer"&gt;incredible songs&lt;/a&gt; for us, as well as my roommie ACME and his tall, handsome bf Kevin. Matt’s music is simply fantastic, I can’t get enough of it. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, he’s going to be huge, very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending a lot of time with new friends. Doug, Douglas, the whole lot of you. Yes, I have made 2 new friends in the past months, and one is named Doug, one is named Douglas…what the hell are the chances…I’ve also been hanging out with Ms. Madelaine Rose Mayer quite often. She and I reconnected after ten (10!!) years of not seeing each other. We went to israel together on a big ole &lt;a href="http://bbyo.org/"&gt;Jewy&lt;/a&gt; trip back in the summer of 1997 and ran into each other at a party a few months ago. It’s so great to see her and great to reconnect with old friends. I’ve found that some of my current friends are just not pulling their slack, and just not being the kind of friends who I want to be with, so it’s time to branch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbor Kim and I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.highlineballroom.com/"&gt;Highline Ballroom&lt;/a&gt; and saw &lt;a href="http://www.markronson.co.uk/home.html"&gt;Mark Ronson&lt;/a&gt; perform 2 weeks ago, and that was amazing. He produced the albums for Amy Winehouse and Lily Allen, and his performance was crazycool. The venue is small and intimate, and he had a full band with horns and percussion sections and lots of special guests. It was great. Def go out and buy his album &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Version-Mark-Ronson/dp/B000O77KSY"&gt;Version&lt;/a&gt;, it’s sublime and I can’t get enough! Also check out the new album by &lt;a href="http://www.sophieellisbextor.net/"&gt;Sophie Ellis Bextor&lt;/a&gt;, its great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s it for now. Stayed tuned for more, and sorry to all my loyal readers (all 3 of you!) for the delay in posting, i promise to be more consistent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-1635907060816500721?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/1635907060816500721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=1635907060816500721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/1635907060816500721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/1635907060816500721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-it-has-been-nearly-2-weeks-since.html' title='news to use.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-3812113074325655540</id><published>2007-07-11T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:46:28.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the parker</title><content type='html'>so i just got back from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CONTENT EDITED*&lt;/span&gt; and I was watching &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Kathy_Griffin"&gt;Kathy Griffin&lt;/a&gt;, when I saw something that kinda had me stop in my tracks: a promo for a brand new show on Bravo called &lt;a href="http://www.realitytvworld.com/news/bravo-debut-new-welcome-parker-reality-series-on-july-26-5441.php"&gt;Welcome to the Parker&lt;/a&gt;. The show is a reality show which is based on/about the &lt;a href="http://theparkerpalmsprings.com/index.php"&gt;Parker Palm Springs&lt;/a&gt;, which is a gorgeous and luxurious resort in Palm Springs (and was also featured on an ep of &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/comeback"&gt;The Comeback&lt;/a&gt; on HBO.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why i was shocked is three fold: number one, i used to work at &lt;a href="http://www.parkermeridien.com/index1.php"&gt;Le Parker Meridien&lt;/a&gt; here in NYC. Number two, is that TA and I stayed at the Parker in December (and of course i wanted to tell him about this show!), but more importantly, is number 3: my old boss Samir from LPM in NYC is now the boss at the Parker Palm Springs, and he's the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STAR&lt;/span&gt; of the show! Chraibi, I'm so jealous! Samir hooked us up with a really sweet room when we were there (the entire resort was masterfully designed by &lt;a href="http://www.jonathanadler.com/shop/index.php"&gt;Jonathan Adler&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Top_Design"&gt;Top Design&lt;/a&gt; fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palm Springs is a beautiful place, and seeing the spot made me think of TA and the wonderful time that we had there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RpVXOaW1F8I/AAAAAAAAADs/Q5WTTKURHdI/s1600-h/P1040789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:10px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RpVXOaW1F8I/AAAAAAAAADs/Q5WTTKURHdI/s320/P1040789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086067259289704386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mr. Chraibi!&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RpVXPKW1F9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wGO_pHxrxVI/s1600-h/P1040781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RpVXPKW1F9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wGO_pHxrxVI/s320/P1040781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086067272174606290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;some pics from our stay at the parker, and one of tommy and michael when they went to the parker this spring! so cute&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RpVbfaW1GJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8UGw9l1jHwg/s1600-h/P1030381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RpVbfaW1GJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8UGw9l1jHwg/s320/P1030381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086071949393991826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RpVbTKW1GII/AAAAAAAAAFM/DwSekaIG5EQ/s1600-h/P1030475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RpVbTKW1GII/AAAAAAAAAFM/DwSekaIG5EQ/s320/P1030475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086071738940594306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RpVaxKW1GGI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Zq2JroddKCA/s1600-h/P1030460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RpVaxKW1GGI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Zq2JroddKCA/s320/P1030460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086071154825042018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RpVaxqW1GHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/f8aOZzbRIBw/s1600-h/P1030461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RpVaxqW1GHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/f8aOZzbRIBw/s320/P1030461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086071163414976626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RpZeR_rb2hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VSaXuYm08Xw/s1600-h/get-attachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RpZeR_rb2hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VSaXuYm08Xw/s320/get-attachment.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086356492405955090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-3812113074325655540?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/3812113074325655540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=3812113074325655540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/3812113074325655540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/3812113074325655540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/07/welcome-to-my-december-memories.html' title='welcome to the parker'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RpVXOaW1F8I/AAAAAAAAADs/Q5WTTKURHdI/s72-c/P1040789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-969523453454215237</id><published>2007-07-03T13:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:01:59.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh, only a PG? booo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-rating"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none;" src="http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_rating/pg.jpg" alt="Free Online Dating" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-969523453454215237?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/969523453454215237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=969523453454215237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/969523453454215237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/969523453454215237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/07/ugh-only-pg-booo.html' title='ugh, only a PG? booo!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-7132566954798213734</id><published>2007-07-03T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:09:38.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iPlayed with it!</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentleman: the fingers that are typing this post have touched gold. Well, not gold per se, but something with a value that is equivalent: an &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone"&gt;iPhone&lt;/a&gt;. After work yesterday, I decided to hoof it up to 34th street, the closest AT&amp;T store to see this glimmering sculpture of glass and electronics. I get to the store, and I hear that they are out of iPhones. No worries, since there is no way in high holy hell that I am shelling out $600 for one right now. But that was ok, they had 2 in the store on display for people to play with. So I hopped in line behind 3 people to finger this technological masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting frustrated with the guy in front of me taking what seemed like an eternity, I stepped up to bad and picked it up. It’s not as big as I thought it would be, but it is not small either. its really beautiful though! I had only a few minutes to play with it, or else I’m sure the Latvian guy in line behind me would have been shitty and caused a communistesque fit, and I didn’t want that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google maps was amazing, iTunes was rad, the video screen was crystal clear (it has better resolution than most LCD or plasma tele’s!), and the photos were crazy the way that you “pinch” the picture to zoom out and expand your fingers it zoom in. it’s seriously one of the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;coolest &lt;/span&gt;products I have ever seen in my mere 27 years.I was even able to read &lt;a href="http://www.imapublicist.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this very blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on there! Unreal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll def wait until the 2nd or 3rd generation comes out and all the kinks are fixed before I even consider plopping down any cash for it. Right now I’m dying for the &lt;a href="http://www.blackberrycurve.com"&gt;Blackberry Curve&lt;/a&gt;! It’s hawt! Come the end of this summer I think I’m going to treat myself to one! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Ropl3aW1F7I/AAAAAAAAADk/mLxJncFHRJc/s1600-h/iphone-review-iphone-hand-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Ropl3aW1F7I/AAAAAAAAADk/mLxJncFHRJc/s400/iphone-review-iphone-hand-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082987132083312562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-7132566954798213734?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/7132566954798213734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=7132566954798213734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/7132566954798213734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/7132566954798213734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/07/iplayed-with-it.html' title='iPlayed with it!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Ropl3aW1F7I/AAAAAAAAADk/mLxJncFHRJc/s72-c/iphone-review-iphone-hand-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-8037636060243669655</id><published>2007-06-27T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T15:55:40.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pride 07.</title><content type='html'>Pride ’07 was insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with a sinus infection on Friday, which sidelined me from going out that night, although that was prob for the best, since going out each and every night would have been baaaad…Saturday was Pride Brunch, well, it was just me, LS and PB (for those just catching up, that’s Little Steve and Power Bottom, aka Chris), but regardless it was fun. We walked up and down 8th ave about 6 times and basically had our own little parade. ‘twas fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, TFJ (TFJ, little Andrew, the fake jew) had a pre-party at his hells kitch apt, and all the boys showed up. There were fights, there were twins, and there was lots of vodka to get the night started. Off to Avalon (formerly known as Estate, formerly known as Limelight) we went, and our group suddenly dwindled down by a few as one party-goer opted to run across the street and puke his guts out…*cough*bklyn chris *cough*…danced til 3, woke up, met brennen at our pride spot at Christopher and Gay Streets, where we have been watching the parade for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the luau. How much f'in fun was that! There were literally over a hundred people at our party in our backyard (see pic below!). It was insane! Sooo much fun! Of course, me being me, I went all out on the decorations. There were fishing nets and fish. There were flip-flops and hibiscus flowers. There were leis everywhere and there was a 6 foot tall palm tree that doubled as a cooler. I made a 4 hour mix and just let it run. It was awesome. Afterwards we all went dancing at Hiro, then to the diner where we met a hot (albeit incredibly gregarious) Canadian who was in town (alone) for his 35th bday. The boys went home, I went home, and the weekend concluded. Monday was hot, laid out on the pier with LS and just enjoyed the day…after cleaning up for hours in the sun. that part was no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends, good times, great pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RoLAbqW1F4I/AAAAAAAAADM/VkT3KubLah4/s1600-h/262b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RoLAbqW1F4I/AAAAAAAAADM/VkT3KubLah4/s320/262b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080834911086385026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RoLAWaW1F3I/AAAAAAAAADE/8EHxIVz9Kn8/s1600-h/262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RoLAWaW1F3I/AAAAAAAAADE/8EHxIVz9Kn8/s320/262.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080834820892071794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-8037636060243669655?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/8037636060243669655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=8037636060243669655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/8037636060243669655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/8037636060243669655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/06/pride-07.html' title='pride 07.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RoLAbqW1F4I/AAAAAAAAADM/VkT3KubLah4/s72-c/262b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-7019745648725588984</id><published>2007-06-21T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:56:17.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh, its been a crazy couple of days for me, i won't lie. I had to serve jury duty for a few days which was interesting, yes, but very arduous. I got out of it fortunately, so now I’m backlogged at work, which is no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that i am making progress in my life. my relationship is over, and slowly i think i am getting over it. sure, some people will say "well, you broke up 2.5 months ago, you should be over it by now!", but i think that its ok to take time to get over someone you love. i wrote abuot this &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/06/ponderings-and-wonderment.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;, and i stick by what i said. i think that i can take as much time as i need to get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i feel like every two steps that i take forward in my life, i'm always taking one &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Two_steps_forward%2C_one_step_back"&gt;back&lt;/a&gt;. (i am soooo not referencing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Opposites_Attract"&gt;paula abdul&lt;/a&gt;). I’m trying to move forward with things, but I feel like there are always stumbling blocks. For instance: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CONTENT EDITED*&lt;/span&gt; , and we are at the &lt;a href="http://www.tarpits.org/"&gt;La Brea Tar Pits&lt;/a&gt;, and immediately I think of TA because we went there together last December. looking at hotels for my stay i came across the &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodroosevelt.com/"&gt;hotel&lt;/a&gt; we stayed at, and the &lt;a href="http://www.sunsettowerhotel.com/"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; that he wanted to stay at. I can’t help to think of him in so much that I do, because everything about my life since Sept-05 was about him. I care(d) about him so much, and think about him all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I still wear my &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-long-time-coming.html"&gt;"jew star"&lt;/a&gt; necklace he gave me every day and I still always give it a lil kiss when I put it on. Someone asked me why I still wear it, and honestly, besides the fact that its beautiful, it makes me think of TA. Is this a bad thing? Is this causing me to take a step back? Maybe, but you can forget the past and those who touched your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a crazy dream, and TA called me saying something like “I know you told me to call you when I needed some bud, so hi, how are you”…the conversation went on, and it was a mad long dream. I basically expressed how I miss him and how I miss us, but I know that there can’t be an "us" anymore, and it just made me upset. Then there was something with a &lt;a href="http://www.z100.com/cc-common/elvisduran/whatsnew.html?feed=136656&amp;amp;article=2294549"&gt;chipmunk&lt;/a&gt; in the dream. Yeah, it was a weird dream to say the least....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think that after this crazy weekend of pride and our big-ass luau that we have planned at the 262, I’m hoping that in the next month or so, I will be able to muster up the strength to know that I can call him and speak to him as a friend, and so that we avoid that chance that we will awkwardly run into each other at a bar somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to walk forward, one step at a time, and not look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RnqlPte-8mI/AAAAAAAAACM/SSRxeql5JNE/s1600-h/Pride+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RnqlPte-8mI/AAAAAAAAACM/SSRxeql5JNE/s320/Pride+2007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078553219139826274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-7019745648725588984?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/7019745648725588984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=7019745648725588984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/7019745648725588984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/7019745648725588984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/06/ugh-its-been-crazy-couple-of-days-for.html' title=''/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RnqlPte-8mI/AAAAAAAAACM/SSRxeql5JNE/s72-c/Pride+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-4975231793017668193</id><published>2007-06-14T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T14:29:20.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Time Out NY "New York Age"...yikes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;My New York age is 48&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeout.com/newyork/AgeQuiz/quiz.jsp?qp=1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://timeout.com/newyork/export_images/610/610.x180.oldageicons.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This New York age puts you-generally speaking-into the old-age category. Don't worry-this isn't a bad NYC age to be. Your tastes are more refined and developed, and people have always told you that you're mature for your age anyway, right? Still, you may want to see more live music (check out &lt;a href="http://www.timeout.com/newyork/Details.do?page=1&amp;xyurl=xyl://TONYWebArticles1/608/features/live_from_new_york.xml" target="_blank"&gt;Studio B&lt;/a&gt;) and should probably visit &lt;a href="http://wwwsuperdeluxe.com" target="_blank"&gt;Superdeluxe.com&lt;/a&gt;. Olde English is funny at any age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeout.com/newyork/static_content/surveys/?surveyid=787"&gt;Does your age reflect how you're living? Let us know.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeout.com/newyork/AgeQuiz/quiz.jsp?qp=1"&gt;What's your New York age? Take the &lt;em&gt;Time Out New York&lt;/em&gt; quiz and find out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-4975231793017668193?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/4975231793017668193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=4975231793017668193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/4975231793017668193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/4975231793017668193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-time-out-ny-new-york-age48yikes.html' title='My Time Out NY &quot;New York Age&quot;...yikes!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-8466241366147150200</id><published>2007-06-13T11:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:47:24.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i must be crazy.</title><content type='html'>I really must be! Here’s the sitch: the exact day that I was offered my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CONTENT EDITED*&lt;/span&gt; I was asked to come in for an interview for a multi billion dollar Canadian fashion conglomerate called &lt;a href="http://www.nygard.com/"&gt;nygard&lt;/a&gt; which is the largest and most popular fashion company in Canada. They found me resume on &lt;a href="http://www.monster.com/"&gt;monster&lt;/a&gt; and they thought that I would be perfect for a newly created events coordinator position. I would be in charge of all the fashion shows and personal appearances in the US for the owner, who is named &lt;a href="http://www3.nygard.com/corporate/about_peter_nygard.html"&gt;peter nygard&lt;/a&gt; and he like a celebrity up north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the past 2 months, I have been covertly going in to meet with people at their US headquarters, and I had several phone calls up to Winnipeg and Toronto as part of the process. Slowly I started to realize that it wasn’t the position for me. I even emailed the director of recruitment and told him that I think that I was going to pass on the opportunity, and he said “no, you are perfect for the job, how long do you need to tell your current job that you are leaving?” It was non-stop with this guy. He was recruiting me like I was this hot commodity (and, I mean, I am, yeah…), and he made it seem that he really wanted me as part of their team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the process however, the way that the employees were speaking about this nygard character, it sounded so odd. Everyone just kept on saying that he was ‘intense’. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘Intense’&lt;/span&gt;. That’s the only word they used. They just weren’t painting a great picture of the guy who I would be spending a great deal of time with. One employee even told me that she had an 8-hour conference call with him discussing, and I wish that I was joking, the shade of purple to use in a napkin. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ri-god-damn-diculous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing some of my own investigative research, I found out more about the man and how the company runs, and how he is quasi-insane. He yells, he screams, he gives you a blackberry and emails you 24 hours a day and expects you to be at his beckon call, regardless of whether you are asleep, on vacation, wherever. At this point really I knew that I didn’t want the position, but I wanted to see what they would offer me. Would I pass on this opportunity because I am doing well right now or would sell my soul for the money?...it really all depended on what they were going to offer. Well, yesterday, I got the offer, and let me just tell you that it was a lot of money. A lot. Lot. Lot. Lot! It would have bumped me into the next tax bracket. Base salary, bonuses, clothing allowances, etc. But I’ve in positions where I hate the people who I work for. People who yell and scream, people are &lt;a href="http://www.adambrecht.com/"&gt;clinically insane&lt;/a&gt;, and I can’t do that to myself again. I can’t put myself in a position where I am miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned down the job. I turned down a lot of money. Am I crazy? Maybe. Am I smart, probably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-8466241366147150200?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/8466241366147150200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=8466241366147150200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/8466241366147150200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/8466241366147150200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-must-be-crazy.html' title='i must be crazy.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-7334345568233013473</id><published>2007-06-08T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T20:15:49.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pop it, pop it, don't stop it, pop it.</title><content type='html'>Well last night was a doozy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I conquered a fear and took the train to the w4th street station. Yes, say what you want, but the area still holds heavy in my heart, so it’s hard for me to be there since I spent so much time in the vicinity. Anyway, moving on, I met up with E’s at his brand-spankin-new apt. ok, so lets be honest, I usually don’t like E’s taste in furnishing, but he and J did a SICK job in their new place. ok, so i knew it was a big apartment when i saw it during construction, but it wasn't until i saw it fully furnished that i can say, its &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt;. When I say huge, I’m talking &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chad_Hunt"&gt;chad hunt&lt;/a&gt; huge. Bedrooms and bathrooms and living rooms and enough closets to make any gay man weep. The place is stunning. Anyway, had din with E &amp; J at &lt;a href="http://www.suryany.com/"&gt;surya&lt;/a&gt; which was delish, and then I met up with my boys at the 262. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some heavy arm-twisting, they got this former publicist to join them at &lt;a href="http://spincyclenyc.com/poprocks/"&gt;pop rocks&lt;/a&gt; at bar 13. LS, Big A, Little A (who will now be known as TFJ, or The Fake Jew, because he is masquerading as one with his last name!), Shim-a-roo, J.Mo, BklynC, and the rest of the scragilly crew. i haven't been out on a thursday in faaar too long! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time I have been to pop rocks in about 2 years. I seriously, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;seriously &lt;/span&gt;miss the days of when it was held at &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/listings/bar/plaid/"&gt;plaid&lt;/a&gt;, those were great times. i used to go every thursday for months and months when i first moved to the city in '02. Hanging with Rik Parker and Matt Tratner in their booths, booze flowing until the wee hours. Seeing Pam Anderson, David LaChapelle and Amanda Lepore &lt;a href="http://www.filmmagic.com/ItemListing.aspx?cgl=44310&amp;evntI=0"&gt;chilling&lt;/a&gt; in one corner while Boy George was holding court in another, Junior Vasquez spinning in the back room...ahh, good memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night we danced, we drank (corona out of a can), and we watched go-go-boys (and here is that &lt;a href="http://www.go-go-boy.blogspot.com/"&gt;go-go-boy blog&lt;/a&gt; that i was talking about last night)...it was great Thursday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it’s Friday and I’m paying for it. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RmnxFNe-8lI/AAAAAAAAACE/1W8KuqRlTF4/s1600-h/DSC00606.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RmnxFNe-8lI/AAAAAAAAACE/1W8KuqRlTF4/s320/DSC00606.sized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073851527030829650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-7334345568233013473?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/7334345568233013473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=7334345568233013473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/7334345568233013473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/7334345568233013473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/06/pop-it-pop-it-dont-stop-it-pop-it.html' title='pop it, pop it, don&apos;t stop it, pop it.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RmnxFNe-8lI/AAAAAAAAACE/1W8KuqRlTF4/s72-c/DSC00606.sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-2461506277666907722</id><published>2007-06-06T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T12:38:20.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>going green.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If every household in the US replaced 3 conventional lightbulbs with environmentally friendly florescent bulbs, the green house gas emissions would be the same as removing 3.5 Million cars from the road."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was able to go to a really cool event at the &lt;a href="http://www.theory.com"&gt;Theory&lt;/a&gt; headquarters hosted by the &lt;a href="http://www.nrdc.org/"&gt;National Resources Defense Council&lt;/a&gt; and Robert Kennedy, Jr. The theme of the event was "In Theory, It's Easy Going Green", part of the &lt;a href="http://www.theoryiconproject.com/"&gt;Theory Icon Project&lt;/a&gt;. Basically the night was set up to discuss how we as a community can go green and help do our part to stop global warming. There were electric cars, a green market with interesting environmental vendors, food from &lt;a href="http://www.purefoodandwine.com"&gt;Pure Food &amp; Wine&lt;/a&gt;, and a cute crowd to boot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to share one thing with you: in the fab &lt;a href="http://www.oneluckyduck.com"&gt;one lucky duck&lt;/a&gt; gift bags, we were given a free 1 year subscription to &lt;a href="http://www.greendimes.com"&gt;greendimes&lt;/a&gt;, which is a service that you sign up for and they basically contact direct mail companies and get rid of most of the junk mail that you receive. In addition, they will plant 1 tree for you per month! To produce junk mail for one year, we use 100 million trees and 28 billion gallons of water! Insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being said, I want to pass along the gift certificate to all of you. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.greendimes.com"&gt;greendimes&lt;/a&gt; and when it says enter gift cert code, its THEORY, and now you'll get a lot less junk mail, and you'll have trees planted in your behalf...how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global warming sucks, and as I learn more about it, I realize that there are certain things that we can do to offset the bad stuff that others do, like joining &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;greendimes&lt;/span&gt;. It's not much, but I think its a good first step for all of us. I hope you all do this, it literally takes about 2 minutes, its free and its doing some good, so thanks in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to J.E.H. (who looked resplendent in white last night) for the invite! Had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RmbOz9e-8kI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iKPxieSPmYw/s1600-h/pwzzAtmosphere_060507_14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RmbOz9e-8kI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iKPxieSPmYw/s320/pwzzAtmosphere_060507_14.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072969422352609858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-2461506277666907722?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/2461506277666907722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=2461506277666907722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/2461506277666907722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/2461506277666907722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/06/going-green.html' title='going green.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RmbOz9e-8kI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iKPxieSPmYw/s72-c/pwzzAtmosphere_060507_14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-8715128465673432345</id><published>2007-05-30T15:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:29:26.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>re: yesterday's post</title><content type='html'>i've decided that i'm becoming a bit of a whiny bitch, and i need to stop for my own mental wellbeing. i enjoy using this blog as a way to express my thoughts and scream and shout and cry and yell. its a nice release for all my bottled up feelings. i'm sorry if i whine and complain, but its just how i am feeling about things. i'm sure you would all do the same. thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-8715128465673432345?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/8715128465673432345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=8715128465673432345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/8715128465673432345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/8715128465673432345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/05/re-yesterdays-post.html' title='re: yesterday&apos;s post'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-6496383619632376654</id><published>2007-05-28T23:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:47:55.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>strange dreams...</title><content type='html'>note: i'm writing this from 31,000 feet, on my way back from dallas for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CONTENT EDITED*&lt;/span&gt;, and i'll post it when i'm home in nyc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the strangest dream last night in my hotel room. i was walking through some park somewhere, and i see j.mo walking in my direction, smoking a joint. he smiles and waves, and i approach him and we chat for a quick sec. i take a hit, and he we chat some more. suddenly i see TA walking towards me, side by side with brian, the boyfriend of my former co-worker jake. i'm not sure how he figured into my dream, but there he was. for some reason, i think that in my dream they were ex-boyfriends. anyway TA and I make eye contact, and i say hi, and he just walks right past me. i say hi louder and he keeps walking, and then he turns around and says something that we can't be friends or something like that. i drop to my knees and just start sobbing. it reminded me of when we broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats when i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that several SEVERAL of my friends have run into TA while out and about. i feel like this has never happened with any other person that i have dated. i guess its because i've never been in a relationship that my friends were so invested in, because all of my friends knew TA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this dream upset me so much because i have yet to run into him. do i want to? absolutely not, because i think that it would make for an unbelievably awkward moment. if i found out at he was at the same bar as me, i would probably die a little bit inside and then have to leave for fear of bursting out into tears. i'd rather it be a set-up situation, coffee, a drink, etc. i fear running into someone who i care about deeply. its so weird. i never thought that the one person who i wanted to spend every waking hour with was the one person that i so damn scared to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to call him, i want to see him, but it def won't help in the healing process right now. will calling him set me back like it did last year when he emailed me? maybe. whenever i think about him, i just get upset. i miss him so much it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is such a special person. i think about his laugh, and his terrible, terrible dancing and how he made me smile. i hope he knows that i am thinking about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-6496383619632376654?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/6496383619632376654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=6496383619632376654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/6496383619632376654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/6496383619632376654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/05/strange-dreams.html' title='strange dreams...'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-1722620646956022869</id><published>2007-05-23T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T09:32:55.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>comment on this.</title><content type='html'>I don’t think that I’m a mean person at all. I think that on the whole, I am a nice guy, I’m very giving and I care a lot. I’ve come to the realization that some people are just the opposite. They are mean, callous, insensitive people. I say this because some of the comments that I have been receiving on here are incredibly cruel. Saying how I need to stop whining about the break-up or my posts are toe-curlingly boring, or that I’m losing hair at a rapid pace (which is just rude, and if you don’t think I’m already incredibly self-conscious about it, think how I feel when other people mention it in this context). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t like what I’m writing, then stop reading! No one is forcing you. I use this blog as a way to express how I am feeling about things in my life. I’ve been through a lot of changes in my life as of late, and I use this blog as my outlet. When I want to scream at someone, I can do it on here. When I want to cry about something, I can do it on here. I have a lot to say, and you don’t have to agree with it, but its just ridiculous that people can shamelessly anonymously post these nasty comments about me and how i live my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I’ve disabled the comments section. For those of you who still feel the need to attack me verbally, do it in person next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-1722620646956022869?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/1722620646956022869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=1722620646956022869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/1722620646956022869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/1722620646956022869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/05/comment-on-this.html' title='comment on this.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-207198699286535056</id><published>2007-05-17T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:49:22.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>move along, move along...</title><content type='html'>Its just weird I guess. Knowing that the next time that I talk to TA we’ll be in different places in our life. I mean, I know that I will. I have a job, I’m traveling, I’m doing new stuff. TA will probably be in a new apartment, he may have a car, who knows. I will always think of him when I pass through the West 4th St. station on the subway because that’s his stop, he lives (lived?) right there. I said it &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/06/ponderings-and-wonderment.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt; that I have a problem that I associate places with him and with us. I hold things so tight to my heart that its nearly impossible to let go. I can’t even think of the damn country of Australia without getting upset! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one move on when they feel the burden and power of a the end of a relationship? Even when I was in &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-friend-matt.html"&gt;chicago&lt;/a&gt;, last week for work, I thought of him. I was at the &lt;a href="http://www.artic.edu/"&gt;art institute of chicago&lt;/a&gt; and I knew that he would have loved the exhibits that were going on. It made me think of the time we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.amnh.org/"&gt;natural history museum&lt;/a&gt; or when we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.whitney.org/"&gt;whitney&lt;/a&gt; and everywhere else. The memories are painful now because the driving force behind the last year and a half of my life, my go-to guy, my best friend is not there. I know that down the line in a few months, I’ll have the balls to call him and say hi, but right now I’m still dealing the end of this relationship. i know, i'm a big stupid emotional mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I did the rehearsal taping for a new game show that is going to air on &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/"&gt;bravo&lt;/a&gt; called "paycheck" which was a lot of fun. I was there for several hours with 6 other contestants and we did the blocking for the show and a few run-throughs, it was a good time…(shout out to caryn the cute lil spitfire from picturethis, holla!)…anyway, I left the studio, and I wanted to do nothing more than call TA to tell him all about my day and how fun it was. I wanted to hear his adorable accent on the other end of the line asking me questions about my day. saying something. just anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy matthew thinks that i need to give 'us' another try, that the 3rd times the charm, but thats not going to happen. no matter how in love with him i was/am. it could never work on that same level again. we're never going to be together again. as much as that is a reality, and something that i must adhere to, it still hurts the same amount every single day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-207198699286535056?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/207198699286535056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=207198699286535056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/207198699286535056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/207198699286535056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-just-weird-i-guess.html' title='move along, move along...'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-3915551375692811421</id><published>2007-05-13T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:16:08.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and thank you anonymous.</title><content type='html'>Anonymous has left a new comment on your post &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-friend-matt.html"&gt;"my friend matt."&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adam, you have lost a LOT of hair since 2001. There is a BIG differance in your looks between then and now. May I suggest—STRONGLY—that you investigate Rogaine &amp; Propecia? Your receding/thinning hair makes you look older than you actually are, which is not good in the dating world." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your kind words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-3915551375692811421?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/3915551375692811421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=3915551375692811421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/3915551375692811421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/3915551375692811421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-thank-you-anonymous.html' title='and thank you anonymous.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-5299713695745349568</id><published>2007-05-13T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:49:39.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my friend matt.</title><content type='html'>it's amazing how time flies sometimes. i am really blown away when i get the opportunity to see someone whom i haven't seen in a good long time, and i can just see all the changes. 2 nights ago, i had a spectacular night. i'm here in chicago &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CONTENT EDITED*&lt;/span&gt; and i met up with my great friend &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/matthewschaefer"&gt;matt schaefer&lt;/a&gt; who has been one of my best friends since we met and worked together at &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/retail/locator/MapResults.aspx?a=1&amp;amp;StoreKey=12043&amp;amp;IC_O=39.2086667795123%3a-86.4533584760573%3a32%3a+47408&amp;amp;GAD1_O=&amp;amp;GAD2_O=&amp;amp;GAD3_O=+47408&amp;amp;GAD4_O=&amp;amp;radius=5&amp;amp;countryID=244&amp;amp;dataSource=MapPoint.NA"&gt;starbucks&lt;/a&gt; in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matt is a great friend, and we've been through a lot together. we have so many ridiculous and crazy storied from back in the &lt;a href="http://www.iub.edu/"&gt;IU&lt;/a&gt; days and when he lived in NYC too. i miss those days. we were both so new to the real world, and so naive about everything really. time has passed and its so wonderful to meet up and reflect on our lives now and what we have done and what we have been through. it was such a perfect night. we ate, we drank, we caught and we just enjoyed each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matt told me that several of his songs have just been picked up for commercials for &lt;a href="http://www.hallmark.com/"&gt;hallmark&lt;/a&gt; commercials, and i'm just so unbelievably thrilled for him. tonight i drove my bigass ford expedition down to his place and we went out for a glass of wine and a &lt;a href="http://metromix.chicagotribune.com/dining/45862,0,1670805.location?coll=mmx-movies_leftutility"&gt;bite&lt;/a&gt; and i met the guy who he is dating (very cute, i approve), and just chatted it up. it was simply perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we grow and as we move on in life, we change. we have jobs and we lose jobs. we have wonderful relationships and we grieve for those that didn't work out. but all through it, even when there is a long time between visits, we still have our most important relationships that are so powerful and so strong and they remind you that you'll always get through the hardships. you'll always have that friend to call and see when you pass through time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was great to see you matt. i'm so happy for you and everything you have going for you and i'll always be your number one fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RkaYqgMYYLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WPnu9dmh_SQ/s1600-h/Adam+and+Matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RkaYqgMYYLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WPnu9dmh_SQ/s320/Adam+and+Matt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063902686988492978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A-D and tween, circa 2001, pinkeye and all...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-5299713695745349568?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/5299713695745349568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=5299713695745349568' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/5299713695745349568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/5299713695745349568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-friend-matt.html' title='my friend matt.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RkaYqgMYYLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WPnu9dmh_SQ/s72-c/Adam+and+Matt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-5682910444597963697</id><published>2007-05-10T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T07:01:41.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a quick quote before i take off for chicago...</title><content type='html'>when asked about the prospect of having sex with a celebrity just for the sake of the sex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've hooked up with ugly non-famous people, whats to stop me from hooking up with ugly famous people?"....Wendy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-5682910444597963697?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/5682910444597963697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=5682910444597963697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/5682910444597963697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/5682910444597963697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/05/quick-quote-before-i-take-off-for.html' title='a quick quote before i take off for chicago...'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-2023527275592698086</id><published>2007-05-08T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:50:19.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>***UPDATE***</title><content type='html'>so, i just went to a neurologist during lunch, and it turns out that i &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; have cluster headaches, but in fact i have a &lt;a href="http://www.cinn.org/pain/headache-cervicogenic.html"&gt;cervicogenic headache&lt;/a&gt;, which is based from a nerve in my cervical spine. ok first off, who knew that men had anything in their body with the word cervix in it! eeewww! well, it is a bone and a spine and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she also said that my reflexes we brisk, and yes, she did the classic 'hit-you-on-your-knee-to-make-it-bounce' technique. she said that it was 'not of great concern for now'. what the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;f &lt;/span&gt;does that mean? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;for now&lt;/span&gt;? i may have a pinched nerve in my neck that is causing all this, she's not 100% sure, so i'm going back to see the neurologist for a more in-depth visit on tuesday. maybe some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Computed_tomography"&gt;CAT&lt;/a&gt; scans or an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MRI"&gt;MRI&lt;/a&gt;, i'm thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the doc gave me a script for some pain meds which are narcotic (yay!), but non-addictive (boo!), so hopefully that will ease this up a bit. i have to start traveling for work starting on thursday, so i am hoping that i'll be up for it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CONTENT EDITED*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i realized that i hate being single. yeah, it has its perks every once in a while, but you just cant match having someone there to hold your hand when you are in the hospital or at the doctors, or just having your boyfriend there to tell you everything is going to be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'll get over this heartache and this headache soon, but the pain is killing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-2023527275592698086?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/2023527275592698086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=2023527275592698086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/2023527275592698086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/2023527275592698086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/05/update.html' title='***UPDATE***'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-867965805599891596</id><published>2007-05-07T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T15:07:47.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>first heartache, now a headache.</title><content type='html'>So, for the past 7 days, I have had an awful headache. I thought that it was perhaps stress related, or work related or even TA related, I don’t know, but regardless, it just didn’t go away. Tylenol, pot, nothing made it go away! So this morning, after waking up at 6am with an ATROCIOUS headache, I decided I needed to go to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into work on time and told my boss that I was feeling like shite and that I needed to go to the hospital immediamente! So I went to &lt;a href="http://www.svcmc.org/"&gt;st. vincent’s&lt;/a&gt; in the village and went straight to the ER. The last time I was there was there was to pick up TA when he had surgery there back in September…its amazing how time flies….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, first of all, I hate hospitals. They creep me out big time. The crying babies, the screaming Puerto Ricans, the elderly folks, its just no fun. There were a lot of people there, and yeah, I just don’t like hospitals. I’m sitting in the waiting room, thinking that I have a brain tumor, mildly freaking out, but taking it in stride, and looking cute in my suit of course. So about 45 min later, I spoke with like 3 nurses and 2 doctors, and they told me that I was symptomatic of having &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cluster_headache"&gt;cluster headaches&lt;/a&gt;, which according to &lt;a href="http://www.headaches.org/consumer/topicsheets/clusterheadache.html"&gt;the national headache foundation&lt;/a&gt; (and who knew such a group exists), are some of the most painful headaches out there, and they are chronic and long term. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the doc poked me with an IV, and shot me up some with meds. I took a bit of a nappy nap while I was there because I had to wait for the IV to stop dripping before they could release me. So I hope that this won’t happen again, because a week of a headache is nooooo fun, and I can only imagine what it’s like to be a chronic sufferer of this! Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m like 85% better, and I need to go to an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otorhinolaryngology"&gt;ENT&lt;/a&gt; as well as a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neurology"&gt;neurologist&lt;/a&gt;, just to rule out anything else...here’s hoping that I get better soon...ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rj94hAMYYKI/AAAAAAAAABs/X13Q4utx9Ws/s1600-h/iv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rj94hAMYYKI/AAAAAAAAABs/X13Q4utx9Ws/s320/iv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061897014570672290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-867965805599891596?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/867965805599891596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=867965805599891596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/867965805599891596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/867965805599891596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-heartache-now-headache.html' title='first heartache, now a headache.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rj94hAMYYKI/AAAAAAAAABs/X13Q4utx9Ws/s72-c/iv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-5375879970523547174</id><published>2007-05-04T09:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:50:49.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month down...</title><content type='html'>so its been &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-long-time-coming.html"&gt;1 month&lt;/a&gt; since TA and I broke up. yeah, its been a rough month to say the least. i feel like so much is changing with me. i'm growing up, i'm growing hair in new places...oh wait, that happened 3 weeks prior to my bar mitzvah. anyway, yeah, i have a new job, i've made some new friends, but i don't know if i have a new outlook on life. i mean, i don't know if I’m supposed to really, but now would be a good time to have one, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think about TA, its going to be inevitable that I do. 1 month down and I still wear the &lt;a href="http://www.eluxury.com/browse/product_detail.jhtml?styleid=10612449&amp;amp;SectionID=7000"&gt;necklace&lt;/a&gt; that he gave me, and I still give it a kiss everytime. I mean, I sorta treat it like a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mezuzah"&gt;mezuzah&lt;/a&gt; sans any deep religious meaning; its more symbolic at this point. i guess in a way it will always keep him close to my heart (cute the sappy music please!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still take everything day by day, and I’m def keeping myself distracted with things. My friend Marc's 30th last weekend (happy birthday old man!), tommy coming back to town (best weekend ever!) a tequila-infused &lt;a href="http://www.out.com/rsvp/index.asp?id=JOSECUERVO"&gt;OUT&lt;/a&gt; party at mr. Black last night (which by the way, I had vowed not to go to as I am a pussy and I am afraid that I will run into you know who), a wedding in PA this weekend that I’m going to with Queen Jiller, and lots of travel for work. busy busy busy. its what you have to do, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a side note, I haven’t had a ciggy in over 7 and a ½ months. I mean,not even a drag of one. Not when TA had one, not when any of the Lil’s have one, none! I’m pretty impressed with myself, I won’t lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, something utterly insane happened to my neighbor andrew and i last night: we took a train home for the aforementioned OUT party from the b'way/laf stop, and there was not a single person in our car, for 2 stops! when the hell does that happen? really! so, to celebrate the occasion, we opted to act crazy, run around with our pants down (did i mention that we had imbibed a crap load of tequila?), and took some pics...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rjs4QQMYYII/AAAAAAAAABc/gDCcDOrYBTk/s1600-h/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rjs4QQMYYII/AAAAAAAAABc/gDCcDOrYBTk/s200/a2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060700458156843138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rjs4NAMYYHI/AAAAAAAAABU/QRq0n6e8cy8/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rjs4NAMYYHI/AAAAAAAAABU/QRq0n6e8cy8/s200/a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060700402322268274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rjs4UAMYYJI/AAAAAAAAABk/rrr14rPxIMU/s1600-h/a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rjs4UAMYYJI/AAAAAAAAABk/rrr14rPxIMU/s200/a3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060700522581352594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(and if that's not one sweet jew ass, i don't know what is...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-5375879970523547174?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/5375879970523547174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=5375879970523547174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/5375879970523547174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/5375879970523547174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/05/1-month-down_04.html' title='1 month down...'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/Rjs4QQMYYII/AAAAAAAAABc/gDCcDOrYBTk/s72-c/a2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-5147443967502709970</id><published>2007-04-30T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T11:49:16.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>***BREAKING NEWS***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RjYPKwMYYAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4Jg2uLvr-QA/s1600-h/chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RjYPKwMYYAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4Jg2uLvr-QA/s200/chris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059247908807270402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE***&lt;br /&gt;Contact: Adam Daniel Weiss&lt;br /&gt;T: 917.859.3053&lt;br /&gt;E: adamdanielweiss@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHRIS FREDERICK CANCELS HIS MANHUNT ACCOUNT; THE GAY COMMUNITY LETS OUT A COLLECTIVE GIRLY GASP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York, NY (April 30, 2007) - In a move that is both shocking and unexpected, 24 year old Ohiomo Christopher Alan Frederick has found a life partner and cancelled his Manhunt.net account. The announcement came last week at New York’s famed leather daddy bar, The Eagle, a full 48-hours after the two met. “This is the one,” notes Frederick, “whenever he walks into the room, he makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up and my cyst thump!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new man in Frederick’s life is none other than famed identity thief Trent X (last name unknown, presumably also Frederick). Trent is known for moving in on lonely, goofy Midwesterners, and assuming their identity, down to the very last details including the physical musculature and the male-pattern baldness of his victims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manhunt’s Vice-President of Marketing and Escorts, Richard McShlong notes that this is a sad turn of events for his fledgling website. “Now that Chris is no longer a member, we have seen web traffic decrease significantly. We’re all wearing black today to commemorate the loss, all the way down to my cock ring. It’s just so very sad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While many question the validity of the wonder twins, Frederick’s friend, west-coast based Tom “Jamba” Suiter, says he is thrilled. “I haven’t seen Chris in almost 8 months, and I was scared, I though he was making out with his twin! At first I was repulsed, but then I was excited of the prospect of this potentially disastrous relationship. I wish him only the best.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When reached for comment while riding the PATH train to “New Jersey”, Frederick simply said “Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhaaahhhhh. Y’all got ham?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Manhunt.net:&lt;br /&gt;A social networking site set up by/for the gay community for the main purpose of hooking up for hot uninhibited sexual relations between the hours of 11pm and 4am. “No pic, no chat.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-5147443967502709970?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/5147443967502709970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=5147443967502709970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/5147443967502709970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/5147443967502709970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/04/breaking-news.html' title='***BREAKING NEWS***'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RjYPKwMYYAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4Jg2uLvr-QA/s72-c/chris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-7638074418433999344</id><published>2007-04-23T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T11:00:19.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy days and sundays</title><content type='html'>so, LS (lil steve for all you newcomers) had his 25th Birthday Spectacular/Fiesta/Extravaganza/Liver-Killer this weekend. 25 drinks in 25 hours. It was fun, I got nice and drunk, met a guy who I had worked on a event with in person for the first time (we had only conversed on calls and via email, so it was nice to finally put a face to an email signature), and I woke up with a nice hangover yesterday. i mean, i started at 7pm, and lasted until around 1:30am, i think i put in a good show, no?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was stunning out yesterday, and close to 80 (as it will be &lt;a href="http://wnbc.weatherplus.com/wxpdetails/10001/detail.html?qs=;tab=today;token=undefined"&gt; today&lt;/a&gt;…holla! walked around the city, which was kinda sad because i realized that it would have been a great day to be with TA. I called Nikki in CA and told her I was depressed and that I wanted to be walking around with him, and that it was a perfect day to be with your boyfriend or loved one, and she said 'well, it's not going to happen'...kinda blunt, but so truthful. i have to recognize that it's over and that as much as I want him to be walking around with me, it really is not going to happen. It sucks, it’s a reality I have to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked to &lt;a href="http://www.marcjacobs.com"&gt;marc jacobs&lt;/a&gt; and went on a bit of a spree there, because you know that spending money always makes you feel better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, i went to &lt;a href="http://www.eaglenyc.com"&gt;the eagle&lt;/a&gt; last night with my handsome roomy ACME, and PB (Power Bottom…remember that nickname??) and his new bffffff who is his twin, and I like him. Nice guy! Go PB! Yay! It was perfect night to hang out on their roofdeck for $3 beers. Can’t beat that! it's a fun place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took this of the &lt;a href="http://www.iacbuilding.com"&gt;IAC building&lt;/a&gt; yesterday, what an amazing beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RizIDgQN7uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0s7Zrk5UAr0/s1600-h/IAC1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RizIDgQN7uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0s7Zrk5UAr0/s400/IAC1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056636444153343714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-7638074418433999344?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/7638074418433999344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=7638074418433999344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/7638074418433999344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/7638074418433999344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/04/gehrys-new-iac-building.html' title='rainy days and sundays'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/RizIDgQN7uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0s7Zrk5UAr0/s72-c/IAC1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-2154185226767926565</id><published>2007-04-20T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T15:01:33.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously, this sucks.</title><content type='html'>You know, we talk about in life how there are signs for things. Like signs of fate or signs for us to be warned of something or someone. Well check this sign out: on Monday, I was bored so I decided to go on &lt;a href="http://www.gay.com"&gt;gay.com&lt;/a&gt; to kill some time and I hadn’t been on there in ages. Anyway, I met this guy name Ahmet, nice, doctoral student. Anyway, we chatted about smoking bud (and Happy &lt;a href ="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/420_(cannabis_culture)"&gt;4/20&lt;/a&gt; Everyone!), and how he hadn’t done in ages, so since I was bored, I was like ‘lets hang, get a drink, smoke, whatever.’ So, we hung out, it was fun, he’s a nice guy. Sent him a text last night saying hi and that it was nice to hang again, as friends only of course. He writes back this morning saying ‘definitely. Oh, and I also met your ex’…wtf? I called him, turns out that on Wednesday he went on &lt;a href="http://www.gay.com"&gt;gay.com&lt;/a&gt; and met up with someone, they got a drink, and when this guy was talking about how he just broke up with his ex, Ahmet says ‘wait, is your ex ADW?’…well, it turns out that the guy was TA. I said it before, but I’ll say it again…WTF? how f'in small of a world is this? i hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you break up with someone who you still love and still care about and think about, you don’t want to believe that they exist. You want to think that they have fallen off the face of this earth so that you will never hear about them or see them. This reminds me of last year when I was feeling the &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/06/ponderings-and-wonderment.html"&gt;EXACT SAME THING&lt;/a&gt;. Then TA goes and sends me an email saying hi (again, a year ago), and that he misses me and he hopes I am well. I died a little bit inside when he sent that, and I died a lil bit today when Ahmet sent the text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I want to call TA more than anything. I want to tell him so many things. I want him to know that my heart hurts and that I am miserable. Jiller says that I won’t stop being sad or upset until I meet someone else in time, who will make me happy, and not to replace TA, but to take my mind off of him, but dating right now is not what I want. Don’t want anyone to take his place because no one ever will be able to…and anyway, I have zeeeeeero desire to start dating. It’s just not my M.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions? Thoughts? Suggestions? Psychiatric references?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-2154185226767926565?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/2154185226767926565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=2154185226767926565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/2154185226767926565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/2154185226767926565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/04/seriously-this-sucks.html' title='seriously, this sucks.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-3817553841417794489</id><published>2007-04-17T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:51:18.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a long time coming...</title><content type='html'>well, to my loyal readers (all 3 of you, and you know who you are!), i'm back. my life has been nothing if not topsy turvy since i last posted, and i'm not going to bother you all with a long and detailed history, but i'll give you a brief update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see, where to begin. in an episode reminiscent of almost &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-good-things-must-come-to-end.html"&gt; exactly 1 year ago&lt;/a&gt;, TA (that's 'The Australian' for you all you newbies!) and I have broken up. I wish that I had a better reasoning than "it just wasn't working out", but thats really what it was. He was working too much, and I wanted too much, and neither of our needs were being met. once again, i had to break up with the man who i was in love with, and after putting so much into it for a year and a half, it was harder than i could have ever expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't spoken since our breakup, which is how it should be. you can't seamlessly go from boyfriends to friends just like that, you know? you need time to like, grieve the relationship before you can accept someone as friends and friends only. i miss him horribly, and i think about him constantly. i wear the beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.eluxury.com/browse/product_detail.jhtml?styleid=10612449&amp;amp;SectionID=7000"&gt;necklace&lt;/a&gt; that he gave me every day, and i think about him when i put it on. i even give it a little kiss, just because i'm a sentimental fool, and i think about him. I still love him, and i always will, but when things don't work, you need to do something about it. when things don't work the 2nd time around, maybe it just wasn't meant to be. i hope that he and i will be amazing friends in the future just as &lt;a href="http://swimtrvl78.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt; and I are now. thanks to all of my friends for being so great through this once again. i'd implode without you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;*CONTENT EDITED*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's it for now. for those of you who care, i hope to keep this updated more often, and i'll fill everyone in on whats going on with me (whether you like it or not!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...adw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-3817553841417794489?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/3817553841417794489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=3817553841417794489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/3817553841417794489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/3817553841417794489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-long-time-coming.html' title='it&apos;s a long time coming...'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-116258690123938312</id><published>2006-11-03T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T15:50:20.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TONY Quiz!</title><content type='html'>I scored &lt;FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF0000"&gt;79 points &lt;/FONT&gt; on the TONY "Essential NYC" Quiz! &lt;a href="http://www.timeoutnewyork.com/quiz"&gt;What about you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-116258690123938312?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/116258690123938312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=116258690123938312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/116258690123938312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/116258690123938312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/11/tony-quiz.html' title='TONY Quiz!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-115921894452622514</id><published>2006-09-25T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T17:16:01.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this about says it all....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/400/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-115921894452622514?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/115921894452622514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=115921894452622514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/115921894452622514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/115921894452622514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-about-says-it-all.html' title='this about says it all....'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-115685948082690266</id><published>2006-08-29T09:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T09:51:20.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm....</title><content type='html'>this morning i saw someone eating fried chicken on the street. i thought to myself, "why the hell is he eating fried chicken at 9am?" then i thought to myself, "goddamn, that chicken looks good."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-115685948082690266?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/115685948082690266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=115685948082690266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/115685948082690266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/115685948082690266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmmm_29.html' title='hmmm....'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-115685947462714256</id><published>2006-08-29T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T09:51:14.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm....</title><content type='html'>this morning i saw someone eating fried chicken on the street. i thought to myself, "why the hell is he eating fried chicken at 9am?" then i thought to myself, "goddamn, that chicken looks good."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-115685947462714256?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/115685947462714256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=115685947462714256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/115685947462714256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/115685947462714256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmmm.html' title='hmmm....'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-115351041060142500</id><published>2006-07-21T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T15:33:30.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>look how they've grown...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/tv_details%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/400/tv_details%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-115351041060142500?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/115351041060142500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=115351041060142500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/115351041060142500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/115351041060142500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/07/look-how-theyve-grown.html' title='look how they&apos;ve grown...'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-115323115047073924</id><published>2006-07-18T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T10:09:03.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yes he is.</title><content type='html'>to adress the statement by the anonymous comment poster on the &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/07/take-2.html"&gt;last &lt;/a&gt;entry: yes, he is a great guy. TA makes me so very happy, i'm sorta in a blissful like state when i'm with him. i feel like i'm going out on first dates with him all over, and i get the fun butterflies feeling in my tummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past sunday we went to the &lt;a href="http://nybg.org/chihuly.php"&gt;chihuly &lt;/a&gt;exhibit at the &lt;a href="http://www.nybg.org"&gt;botanical gardens&lt;/a&gt; and it was just so nice to stroll around with him, spend time with him, laugh with him, and of course sweat my nards (yes, nards) off with him, because it was 97 degrees! HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a word: happy. like i said, when i'm with him i'm happy, and he just gives me that feeling that everything in the world is good and calm and peaceful...of course then i turn on the tele and realize that its the complete &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/meast/07/18/mideast/index.html"&gt;opposite&lt;/a&gt;, but still, when i'm with him, all i can do is smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you TA, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics i took...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/glass3lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/glass3lo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/glass2lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/glass2lo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/glass1lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/glass1lo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-115323115047073924?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/115323115047073924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=115323115047073924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/115323115047073924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/115323115047073924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/07/yes-he-is.html' title='yes he is.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-115289037724516095</id><published>2006-07-14T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:19:37.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take 2</title><content type='html'>Well, its been a tumultous couple of days/weeks/months, but here's the bottom line: TA and i reconciled and we're back together. some may say, 'why mr. publicist, why would you do such a thing!', to which i would respond, 'because i can'. TA makes me so incredibly happy, you have no idea. being without him for the past 3 months was a nightmare. i couldn't not think of him, and how he made me laugh and smile, and now that he's back, its like we didn't skip a beat. i love him with all my heart, and we're going to give this a try, and hopefully we can make it through, and right the wrongs of last time. wish me/us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-115289037724516095?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/115289037724516095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=115289037724516095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/115289037724516095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/115289037724516095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/07/take-2.html' title='Take 2'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-115142418465171758</id><published>2006-06-27T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T12:03:49.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ponderings and wonderment</title><content type='html'>on &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/city"&gt;sex and the city&lt;/a&gt;, every gay man's favorite show, the ladies of new york stated that when you break up with someone, the healing time is supposed to equate to half the length of the relationship that just ended. in my case, half the time (&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;q=7+months&amp;btnG=Search"&gt;7 months&lt;/a&gt;) would be 3.5 months. am i supposed to have moved on by then? should i feel like a new person? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when certain benchmarks pass you by, like the one-week mark or one-month mark, i think to myself, 'yes mr. publicist, you are making progress', but in actuality, i'm really just crossing off days on my calendar. i don't think that there should be a set standard as to when you are supposed to feel better or move on or what not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, i just don't feel like i am where i should be. i still think about &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-immediate-release-contact-tom.html"&gt;TA &lt;/a&gt;all the time, and i am sure that this is normal, and everyday, yes, it does get a little easier, but its still quite hard on me...i still skip past certain songs on my ipod when they come up, because they make me think of him. when i hear west side story, when i think of brazil, when i pass by del posto, when i hear the name Frank Gehry i think of him. i know this probably means nothing to most if not all of you, but it means soo much to me. i avoid certain areas of the village because i fear that i will run into him, and burst into tears.  clearly i miss him a lot still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended on good terms, but with the exception of a quick email, we haven't really spoken since &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-good-things-must-come-to-end.html"&gt;doomsday&lt;/a&gt;. i know that i am not at all ready for a relationship (duh), nor do i want one right now, and i do want to speak to him, but i don't think i'm ready for that either. i hope i don't sound like an emotional fool, but this being my first real hardcore relationship, i'm still working out the kinks of the aftermath i guess.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a mess, i know. hello! i'm 26, i'm not a little school girl hung up on the captain of the football team. this is someone who i was in love with, and the feelings returned. when did i grow up? when did i become an &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/adult"&gt;adult &lt;/a&gt; who was in an adult relationship? when will the lambs stop crying! ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(side note: going to see her &lt;a href="http://www.madonna.com"&gt;madgesty &lt;/a&gt;on thursday...holla!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-115142418465171758?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/115142418465171758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=115142418465171758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/115142418465171758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/115142418465171758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/06/ponderings-and-wonderment.html' title='ponderings and wonderment'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-114987193607476043</id><published>2006-06-09T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T12:52:16.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where have you been mr. publicist?</title><content type='html'>well, i've been here, i've been there, i've been almost everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past 2 months have been pretty hard on me. first, TA and I break up. i brought up the idea, but it was a mutual decision. one that i hated to make, but i know that in the long run it will be for the best. i really don't want or need to get into it, but i truely love him and care about him, and it just wasn't working out. i know that he and i will be great friends down the line, and if you are reading this TA, i hope you know how i feel about you and how I will always feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following that, the support from all of my friends and my awesome parents has been great. i couldn't have gotten through this without all of your love and kind wishes. there are 3 people in particular who have been simply amazing throughout, T, LK and J/DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, both T and LK are leaving me. T will be leaving NYC in the fall to go to the left coast to pursue his life and to follow his heart, and although i will miss him with all of my heart, i know that this is what he needs, and i know that the part of him that will make him complete is waiting for him in SF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LK will also be making the leap from NYC coming towards the end of the summer, moving back to the ATL where she is from. LK is such a wonderful person, and has one of the most genuine souls out there. although we haven't spent as much time together as either of us would like, i think that there is a deep bond there. she is truely a giver a fabulous and fun friend, and she will be missed dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J/DC. where do i start with him. my first boyfriend. my first true love, and my eternal friend. i feel so blessed to have him in my life. we dated for a very short period when i was in college, and since then he has morphed from ex-boyfriend into a figure of guidance, love, advice and support for me, and he holds a very deep place in my heart and he always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, a horrible incident happened to J/DC 2 weeks ago, and he was attacked, beaten up and mugged on the streets in DC. Words cannot express how you feel when you know that someone very close to you was pushed to the edge of life for a few dollars by three horrible men with a gun. J/DC, i wish you the speediest of recoveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats where I have been. I've had my ups, I've had my downs. I've been high, I've been low. Expect more posts on a more frequent basis, and please make comments, I love to hear them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-114987193607476043?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/114987193607476043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=114987193607476043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/114987193607476043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/114987193607476043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-have-you-been-mr-publicist_09.html' title='where have you been mr. publicist?'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-114840580908631903</id><published>2006-05-23T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T12:27:37.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fun slideshow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://img77.imageshack.us/slideshow/smilplayer.swf" width="426" height="320" name="smilplayer" id="smilplayer" bgcolor="FFFFFF" menu="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="id=img77%2F7677%2F1148403778izk.smil"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-114840580908631903?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/114840580908631903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=114840580908631903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/114840580908631903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/114840580908631903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/05/fun-slideshow.html' title='fun slideshow!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-114652403136923321</id><published>2006-05-01T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T12:03:27.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all good things must come to an end...</title><content type='html'>well, for those of you who haven't heard, TA and I broke up about 2 weeks ago. i'm pretty upset about it, but i'm taking it day by day. thanks to all my friends who have been simply amazing, you guys are the best....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-114652403136923321?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/114652403136923321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=114652403136923321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/114652403136923321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/114652403136923321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-good-things-must-come-to-end.html' title='all good things must come to an end...'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-114383722701856086</id><published>2006-03-31T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:33:47.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spin that shit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/spinturn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/400/spinturn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-114383722701856086?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/114383722701856086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=114383722701856086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/114383722701856086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/114383722701856086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/03/spin-that-shit.html' title='spin that shit!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-114313380053552686</id><published>2006-03-23T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:17:05.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh ricky...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/rm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/400/rm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, ricky martin gets gayer and gayer every day...and i couldn't be happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the full vid here: http://www.ohlalaparis.com/ohlalaparis/2006/02/got_enough_milk.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-114313380053552686?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/114313380053552686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=114313380053552686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/114313380053552686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/114313380053552686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-ricky.html' title='oh ricky...'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-114184661272760086</id><published>2006-03-08T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:36:52.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how cute are we?</title><content type='html'>an etherial pic of me and LS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/miami1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/400/miami1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-114184661272760086?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/114184661272760086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=114184661272760086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/114184661272760086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/114184661272760086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-cute-are-we.html' title='how cute are we?'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-114070609903696418</id><published>2006-02-23T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T10:25:57.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question? Answer!</title><content type='html'>To the anonymous poster: The awesome TA purchased a Panasonic Lumix DMC-FX9PP with a Leica DC Vario-Elmarit lens for me. It's wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/fx9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/fx9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-114070609903696418?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/114070609903696418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=114070609903696418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/114070609903696418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/114070609903696418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/02/question-answer.html' title='Question? Answer!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-114062245013709114</id><published>2006-02-22T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T10:34:10.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some pics i took...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/400/light.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/ropes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/400/ropes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-114062245013709114?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/114062245013709114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=114062245013709114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/114062245013709114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/114062245013709114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-pics-i-took.html' title='some pics i took...'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-114062068584850755</id><published>2006-02-22T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T10:04:45.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>boo.</title><content type='html'>so i have this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;overwhelming&lt;/span&gt; feeling that god does not want new yorkers to enjoy their weekend. for the past 5 weekends, the weather has been shitake on either one or both of the days of the weekend, and i personally am pissed off! either it's raining/snowing or the temperature drops to be bitterly cold, and that just ain't cool god, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it ain't cool.&lt;/span&gt; take a look at the pic below of the forecast for this weekend, further proving my point. from 48 on thursday to 29 on sunday. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;explain that one!&lt;/span&gt; i think we should revolt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/weather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/400/weather.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-114062068584850755?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/114062068584850755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=114062068584850755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/114062068584850755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/114062068584850755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/02/boo.html' title='boo.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113812084125126157</id><published>2006-01-24T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T11:40:41.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian's Book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t5WygSGdYF0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t5WygSGdYF0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113812084125126157?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113812084125126157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113812084125126157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113812084125126157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113812084125126157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/01/brians-book.html' title='Brian&apos;s Book!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113812023025591665</id><published>2006-01-24T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T11:30:30.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jamie's birthday at bowlmor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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on saturday night at &lt;a href="http://www.joonbug.com/emails/dedicated/nyc/2005/WinterHolidayBooking2.html#GO-GO"&gt;gogo&lt;/a&gt; on 19th street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the exeption of the retardedly cold, wet and sleety weather, lemme just say that i had a lotta fun. thanks to my man &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Limelight"&gt;mr. rik parker&lt;/a&gt; for hooking everyone up with the specials (and hooking me up with the bottles of vodka and &lt;a href="http://www.amandaleporeonline.com/"&gt;champagne&lt;/a&gt;! you're hot shit rik! if anyone ever wants to have a party, let me know, and i'll put you in touch with rik. between the sweet invite and the openbar, he always throws great parties. make sure to check out &lt;a href="http://www.nellyslist.com/gallery/view_album.php?set_albumName=album05"&gt;Nelly's List&lt;/a&gt; for the pics, esp the one and only one of me (featuring a handsome man know to many as T.A.) which is on page 5...do ya see me? thought so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the par-tay, my bitches and me...ok, just jiller, jamie, the aim, &lt;a href="http://www.mickeypsho.blogspot.com"&gt;mama cass&lt;/a&gt;, and some assorted gays went to a fun karaoke place in little korea on 32nd street (which basically encompasses all of little korea) that we've been to a few times. the place is rad, because its only like $25/hour, regardless of how many people, plus its BYOB, and you can smoke there too...yes, you can even smoke the good stuff...holla! the place is nothing special (although its not as crappy as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:KaraokeMachine.JPG"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, but we always have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward to 3:15am and T.A. and I leave, grab some pizza, and called it a night. a great great time was had by all, and thanks for coming everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/untitled11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/untitled11.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, you know thats its a sad commentary on your worklife when you not only have enough time to talk to your co-worker about people's hair styles at the &lt;a href="http://www.timeforaol.com/golden_globes/2006/photos/people/0,25441,1140807,00.html"&gt;golden globes&lt;/a&gt; for 20 minutes and then you still have time to write a &lt;a href="http://www.imapublicist.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113762215220539071?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113762215220539071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113762215220539071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113762215220539071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113762215220539071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/01/beat-to-street-like-fine-piece-of-meat.html' title='beat to the street like a fine piece of meat.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113716545289579839</id><published>2006-01-13T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T10:47:28.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday!</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I'm so freaking glad that the weekend is here. It's FRIDAY baby! Guy's, I know I have been so bad about posting lately, and its just been snippets here and there, but I'll make a concerted effort to post more often, with more substantial stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hate sounding all like great and shit, but i'm having a great year thus far. i mean, i'm happy with my &lt;a href="http://www.strohlnco.com"&gt;job&lt;/a&gt;, i'm happy with my &lt;a href="http://www.curbed.com/archives/categories/manhattan_chelsea_meatpacking_district.php"&gt;apartment&lt;/a&gt;, a wonderful &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-immediate-release-contact-tom.html"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/a&gt;, and i'm doing well all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned 26 last month, but i'm having my big ole &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/01/come-to-my-bday-party.html"&gt;birthday party&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow night at &lt;a href="http://www.go-gony.com"&gt;Go-Go&lt;/a&gt;, and that should be a hoot. it's open bar and no cover from 10-11. come on over, make sure to rsvp to rikslist@gmail.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with the boys last night to splish &lt;a href="http://www.splashbar.com"&gt;Splash&lt;/a&gt; for a hot sec. went with T, L.S. and hottie Mr. Milnar and his crew. PB and Mr. French (I don't have a good nickname for him yet, so this will suffice in the meantime...sawwy!) met up with us after they went a shoppin at &lt;a href="http://www.abercrombie.com"&gt;Fagercrombie and Bitch&lt;/a&gt;. And that's the only mention you get PB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you all check out &lt;a href="http://www.googleearth.com"&gt;Google Earth&lt;/a&gt; yet? it's FUCKING amazing! I mean, when I get bored at work, I quickly load up google earth and start searching for old addresses, my old camps i've been to, my dorm in college, places i've traveled to...everywhere. Go there now and download it, i highly recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, thats it for now. see you bitches this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113716545289579839?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113716545289579839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113716545289579839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113716545289579839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113716545289579839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday.html' title='Friday!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113699649056494834</id><published>2006-01-11T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T10:07:50.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more hard hitting news from CNN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/anderson_cooper_pedicure_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/400/anderson_cooper_pedicure_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks &lt;a href="http://www.towleroad.com"&gt;andy&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113699649056494834?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113699649056494834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113699649056494834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113699649056494834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113699649056494834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/01/more-hard-hitting-news-from-cnn.html' title='more hard hitting news from CNN...'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113683010015122182</id><published>2006-01-09T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T13:08:20.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>come to my bday party!</title><content type='html'>rsvp to rikslist@gmail.com!&lt;br /&gt;-no cover and open bar from 10-11! how can you beat that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/Adam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/400/Adam.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113683010015122182?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113683010015122182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113683010015122182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113683010015122182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113683010015122182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/01/come-to-my-bday-party.html' title='come to my bday party!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113649586434720801</id><published>2006-01-05T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T10:10:58.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jack Twist? Jack Nasty!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/marlboro_towleroad_1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/400/marlboro_towleroad_1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks &lt;a href="http://www.towleroad.com"&gt;andy&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113649586434720801?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113649586434720801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113649586434720801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113649586434720801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113649586434720801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/01/jack-twist-jack-nasty.html' title='&quot;Jack Twist? Jack Nasty!&quot;'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113624043018656803</id><published>2006-01-02T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T17:20:30.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a lil kissy-kiss for the new year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/bbmountain.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/400/bbmountain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113624043018656803?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113624043018656803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113624043018656803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113624043018656803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113624043018656803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2006/01/lil-kissy-kiss-for-new-year.html' title='a lil kissy-kiss for the new year...'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113475618966994392</id><published>2005-12-16T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:03:09.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh...</title><content type='html'>i'm having a very blah day today. the weather sucks, i feel like shit, and i'm just going through some crap right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't life be easy people? why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113475618966994392?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113475618966994392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113475618966994392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113475618966994392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113475618966994392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/12/ugh.html' title='ugh...'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113466394973146907</id><published>2005-12-15T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T14:19:38.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/aaa2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/aaa2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been tooooo damn long, i know. after leaving/resigning/gettin the boot from my last job, home of &lt;a href="http://www.adamfornewyork.com"&gt;Crazy Adam&lt;/a&gt;, the meanest man i've ever met, i have found a new home at a wonderful little company doing pr for designers/decorators/architects/showrooms, and i love it! i am working with 2 great people who really encourage creativity and growth, things that were non-existent in my last job. plus, my job is only 2 blks from my apt...how fucking sweet is that bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was my 26th birthday! how old am i getting! it's kuh-razy! i had a lil dinner party at &lt;a href="http://www.enjb.com"&gt;EN Japanese Brasserie&lt;/a&gt; with my closest of close (and you know who you are...for those who couldn't make it, you were there in spirit!), then we headed to &lt;a href="http://www.billysbakerynyc.com/"&gt;billy's bakery&lt;/a&gt; for some amaaaazing cakes. the boys came back to my place, we had a lil dance party, and then T.A. came over which was fantastic as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the weather is getting colder, and i'm pretty damn content with life right now. good job, good friend, good boyfriend. i'm happy, and i thank all of you who make me so happy. and for those of you who make me unhappy, well, in the words of T when he get's all bitchy: "&lt;a href="http://www.amishrakefight.org/gfy/"&gt;Go Fuck Yourself&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other notable quotes from last night! (thanks T.!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.rosie.com"&gt;Rosie O'Donnell&lt;/a&gt; made winter in 1972". -L.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adam likes to be on the forefront of burgeoning &lt;a ref="http://www.cnn.com"&gt;news&lt;/a&gt;". -PB (congrats on gettin laid last night by the way!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need to create a &lt;a href="http://www.hoover.com"&gt;vacuum&lt;/a&gt; with your lips". -T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.fragglerocker.com/"&gt;Fraggle Rock&lt;/a&gt; is the most underrated program to ever debut on television". -L.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://pie.allrecipes.com/"&gt;Pie&lt;/a&gt; rules". -B-Fletch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I say I'm going to bed, so you'll all leave, but really - my boyfriend is coming over and I'm going to fuck him". -hmmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113466394973146907?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113466394973146907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113466394973146907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113466394973146907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113466394973146907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-back-baby.html' title='i&apos;m back baby!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113189775940366005</id><published>2005-11-13T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T11:02:57.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>best friends!</title><content type='html'>me and my new best friend marc jacobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/mime-attachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/400/mime-attachment.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113189775940366005?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113189775940366005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113189775940366005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113189775940366005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113189775940366005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/11/best-friends.html' title='best friends!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113163350753105690</id><published>2005-11-10T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T22:33:31.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a lil break</title><content type='html'>like &lt;a href="http://jakebronstein.com/5/toomuchinfo.html"&gt;jake bronstein&lt;/a&gt; i am going to take a (hopefully short) self-imposed hiatus from blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try and fill all you kittles in on my off hours. in the mean time check out &lt;a href="http://www.mickeypsho.blogspot.com"&gt;mama cass&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.towleroad.com"&gt;towleroad&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.trent.blogspot.com"&gt;pink is the new blog&lt;/a&gt;, i'm sure they'll keep you entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya bitches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113163350753105690?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113163350753105690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113163350753105690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113163350753105690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113163350753105690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/11/lil-break.html' title='a lil break'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113131854029801856</id><published>2005-11-06T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T18:09:00.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hung up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Madonna&lt;/b&gt;- Hung Up&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never"src="http://www.warnerreprise.com/asx/madonna_hungupdkaassdlslsdk_100-v.asx" autostart=true&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/madonna"&gt;Madonna's MySpace Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113131854029801856?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113131854029801856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113131854029801856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113131854029801856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113131854029801856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/11/hung-up.html' title='hung up!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113103434271562435</id><published>2005-11-03T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T11:47:54.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in love...</title><content type='html'>...with madonna's new album that is! so Mr. BML (god bless him!) hooked me up and i have an advanced copy of Madonna's new album, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000B8QEZG/102-3315139-9068952?v=glance"&gt;Confessions on a Dancefloor&lt;/a&gt;. so, i had heard all of the hype regarding it, and you all know that i'm a &lt;strong&gt;huge &lt;/strong&gt;madonna &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/10/confessions-of-madonna-lover.html"&gt;fan&lt;/a&gt; of the material girl, so i was going into hearing the album with nothing but high expectations, and i wasn't let down &lt;em&gt;at all!&lt;/em&gt; the songs are great, and they can be played as one continuous track from beginning to end. the album reminds me of her album &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000002NJS/ref=bxgy_cc_img_b/102-3315139-9068952?v=glance&amp;s=music"&gt;ray of light&lt;/a&gt; mixed with &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00004X01U/ref=pd_sim_music_4/102-3315139-9068952?v=glance&amp;s=music"&gt;music&lt;/a&gt; with a touch of the old stuff like &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000002LND/ref=pd_sim_music_3/102-3315139-9068952?v=glance&amp;s=music"&gt;the immaculate collection&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, i'm ultra impressed with the album, and when you hear it you are going to loooooove it. for a track-by-track review of it, check out &lt;a href="http://towleroad.typepad.com/towleroad/2005/11/confessions_rev.html"&gt;towleroad&lt;/a&gt; who  gives a nice breakdown of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow night, PB has a party, but i can't make it because i &lt;em&gt;already &lt;/em&gt;made plans with TA to go to the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/retail/soho/week/20051030.html"&gt;apple store&lt;/a&gt; in soho to see a screening and q&amp;a session with &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0001628/"&gt;sydney pollack&lt;/a&gt; who is debuting his new documentary about &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;q=frank+gehry"&gt;frank gehry&lt;/a&gt; who is my favorite architect. sorry i can't make it PB...actually, after this last set of emails, i'm not sure! bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait! 2 weeks until i go to paris! &lt;strong&gt;how excited am i&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113103434271562435?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113103434271562435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113103434271562435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113103434271562435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113103434271562435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-in-love.html' title='i&apos;m in love...'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113099320407438061</id><published>2005-11-02T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:48:58.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cutie!</title><content type='html'>the sobster's adorable nephew david...how cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/daveybath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/400/daveybath.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113099320407438061?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113099320407438061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113099320407438061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113099320407438061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113099320407438061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/11/cutie.html' title='cutie!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113096397491899741</id><published>2005-11-02T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:48:50.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 gays and free boooffet.</title><content type='html'>my sweet jesus, what a hysterical lunch. so B.Fletch, T, Maxime and I decided to go to lunch today. But instead of meeting to eat just anywhere, I decided, lets have some stupid fun. So we did just that...we went to &lt;a href="www.ricks.com"&gt;Ricks&lt;/a&gt;, a "gentleman's cabaret and steakhouse" filled with "world famous girls showing off their assests!" does it get any funnier than that? 4 homo's eating lunch in a strip club! there was a delicious all you can eat buffet for only $10 (which include admission), but the way that they get you (as we found out), was that they charge you $7 for a soda. it's actually a "you call it" kind of thing where any drink is $7, including alcohol, but we all opted for soda's as it was only 1:30...if &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloweiner.html"&gt;PB&lt;/a&gt; was there, I'm sure he would have pounded the drinks steadily.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so the place was basically empty, with the exception of 2 old men, and one big guy in overalls...yes, overalls. the place is supposed to be classy, but it looks like a dress code is not part of their standards. we were all dressed up for work ("i'm a publicist. i wear &lt;a href="www.prada.com"&gt;prada&lt;/a&gt;!) the girls dancing looked sooo not into being there, as they gyrated to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000002IZC/qid=1130962222/sr=8-3/ref=pd_bbs_3/002-7437991-4224016?v=glance&amp;s=music&amp;n=507846"&gt;hootie and the blowfish&lt;/a&gt;...hehe...one girl looked like she was a russian sex worker. i mean, her hair was crimped her dead expression just was thrilling. since he has told us that he is 4% straight, i could tell that B.Fletch was poppin some &lt;a href="http://www.woodmagazine.com/"&gt;wood&lt;/a&gt;...lol. T thought one girl was "cute", so he decided to go up to the stage (which, by the way, we were hardly looking at...I mean, Maxime was even facing the opposite direction!) and give her a tip. He giggled on his way up there and gave her, as B.Fletch pointed out, a perfectly folded origami-like dollar bill. thinking that this was some sort of an &lt;a href="www.americanidol.com"&gt;american idol&lt;/a&gt; competition, he followed up by saying "I hope she wins!". We all do T, we all do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my big exciting (though not 100% confirmed) news is that I will be visting ben-ben out in &lt;a href="www.paris.com"&gt;paris&lt;/a&gt; (france, not hilton) in 2 weeks! how excited am I! I found a decent/crap hotel that is on the banks of the seine, and only 2 blocks from the &lt;a href="http://www.louvre.fr/llv/commun/home_flash.jsp?bmLocale=en"&gt;louvre&lt;/a&gt;, which is so exciting! i've wanted to go to france for a long ass time, and everytime that i've tried to go out and visit benben when he was there, it never worked out. well now that i have a real job with real vacation days, i can get out there and see him before he moved back to &lt;a href="http://www.cannes-on-line.com/Anglais/uneuk.html"&gt;cannes&lt;/a&gt; to await his bar results (good luck buddy! we're all pulling for you!). anywho, i'm very excited. i don't remember a lick of french, but i'm sure i'll be fine. so excited! if anyone has any recommendations of places to go, or things to do, send me a comment on here! ok bitches, i'm out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113096397491899741?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113096397491899741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113096397491899741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113096397491899741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113096397491899741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/11/4-gays-and-free-boooffet.html' title='4 gays and free boooffet.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113086152143403435</id><published>2005-11-01T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T14:27:45.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feelin' hot! hot! hot!</title><content type='html'>so seriously, this weather fucking rocks, right? its going to be &lt;a href="http://ny1.com/ny1/Weather/index.jsp"&gt;70 degrees&lt;/a&gt; today. holla! i know MattMort and B-Fletch are going to run to the QueerPiers to show their sweet asses to the boys. holla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally went to TA's apt last night to check the place out. it was ridic. friggin' gorgeous! right off of central park, huge amazing space...decorated like a pro! i mean, it looked &lt;a href="www.dwr.com"&gt;design within reach&lt;/a&gt; threw up all over the place! sexy chairs, amazing lighting...&lt;em&gt;sky lights&lt;/em&gt;! i told him i'm moving in. he thinks i'm kidding! (i ain't kidding folks)anyway, we watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0364725/"&gt;Dodgeball&lt;/a&gt; which was fairly entertaining, then chilled, listen to some music...well, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, seriously, how &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fucking funny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="hthttp://gis.nyc.gov/parks/lc/NYCParkSearch.do;jsessionid=247C2775A5F696F09915B1380F583EC9"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;! that's right, there is ACTUALLY a park called the "Crack Is Wack Park". Only in New York kids, only in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i just wanted to give a quick shout out to my man rik parker who just opened his hot new club &lt;a href="http://go-gonyc.com/"&gt;Go-Go&lt;/a&gt;...good luck to you, my favorite fellow jew!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113086152143403435?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113086152143403435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113086152143403435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113086152143403435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113086152143403435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/11/feelin-hot-hot-hot.html' title='feelin&apos; hot! hot! hot!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113077600622165245</id><published>2005-10-31T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:35:50.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy halloweiner!</title><content type='html'>again, the publicist had a wonderful weekend. parties, dinner, boys, boys, boys! friday was the surprise party for PB (aka SB, MB...etc) which was a big hit! Everyone was there except for T (we missed you horribly!), and we had delicious Suck Dick Punch, and decorations, cock-tails, L.J. putting on a strip show and more! It was a hoot! The boys went to Boysroom (how apropos) after the party, but TA and I went home as we were tired and drunk, and he had to get up early. Sorry I couldn't make it to your party Jamie! I'm sad I couldn't make it, I'm sure I was missed...at least I hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday i went out with TA to run some errands, bought a book that i really want to read called &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/boldtype/0403/frey/"&gt;"A Million Little Things"&lt;/a&gt;, then met up with L.S. for a birthday dinner for PB and his friends at &lt;a href="www.thestantonsocial"&gt;The Stanton Social&lt;/a&gt;, which was delicious! the place is fucking amazing and it got sick reviews in the new &lt;a href="www.zagat.com"&gt;Zagat Guide&lt;/a&gt;, especially for its decor. Following dindin, went back to JM's to hang out and get ready for the "Little Shop of Whorers" Halloween Party at DaveSlades downtown. I went dressed in my &lt;a href="www.iub.edu"&gt;Indiana&lt;/a&gt; garb complete with backwards hat, backpack, fraternity paddle and a sticker that said "I'm Straight". what did I go as you may ask? "Adam: Circa 1998"! Ha! I'm hysterical! Saturday was also &lt;a href="www.mickeypsho.blogspot.com"&gt;Mama Cass&lt;/a&gt;'s bday! Holla! Check out these fun pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/Hal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/Hal2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/hal3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/hal3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was GORGEOUS outside. Went with TA down to the village where he took me out for a fantastic brunch at &lt;a href="www.barbutonyc.com"&gt;Barbuto&lt;/a&gt;. the food was delish, but of course the company was better! we walked around afterwards, stopped into &lt;a href="www.marcjacobs.com"&gt;marc jacobs&lt;/a&gt; where I bought these two adorable skull bracelets for myself, and heading down to soho. TA is so sweet, he was making me laugh all day! we even ran into the filming of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0458352/"&gt;The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/a&gt; and we saw Meryl Streep and Anne Hathaway, which was pretty cool too! Got some Jamba Juice and then headed back home. Great day. Was so tired taht I fell asleep at 9:30pm. Much needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, here are some pics of The Sobster from a Halloween party this weekend. Miss you and love you! Have a great Dia De Los Muertos everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        the sobster and her man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/js.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/200/js.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      "I wanna tell you a secret":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/js2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/200/js2.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok, lets make out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/js3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/200/js3.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"peace bitches!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/js4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/400/js4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113077600622165245?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113077600622165245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113077600622165245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113077600622165245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113077600622165245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloweiner.html' title='happy halloweiner!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113043041447804364</id><published>2005-10-27T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T12:27:30.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolut Corruption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/400/AC.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113043041447804364?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113043041447804364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113043041447804364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113043041447804364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113043041447804364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/10/absolut-corruption.html' title='Absolut Corruption'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113042516856748397</id><published>2005-10-27T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:16:21.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Mama!</title><content type='html'>If you guys aren't already checking out Mama Cass' blog, you gotta drop what you are doing and read it now. Cass is fucking hysterical and when I read her blog I read it in her voice, as it is exactly how she sounds. head to &lt;a href="http://www.mickeypsho.blogspot.com"&gt;Mama Cass...Ham Sandwich&lt;/a&gt; immediately! You'll thank me later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/mc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/400/mc1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113042516856748397?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113042516856748397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113042516856748397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113042516856748397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113042516856748397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-mama.html' title='Oh Mama!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113033353666313127</id><published>2005-10-26T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:32:16.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hysterical!</title><content type='html'>and welcome to long island....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/400/hair.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113033353666313127?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113033353666313127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113033353666313127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113033353666313127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113033353666313127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/10/hysterical.html' title='hysterical!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113027295772497661</id><published>2005-10-25T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:32:30.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pic-chas!</title><content type='html'>here are 2 pics from last weekend's activities. actually both are from jiller and mama cass's bday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pic is of course of the birthday girls! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/jillermeparty1022051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/200/jillermeparty102205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is a pic of the aim, T.A. and me. not the greatest pic, but ain't we all so damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/aimjamesadam1022051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/200/aimjamesadam102205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113027295772497661?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113027295772497661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113027295772497661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113027295772497661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113027295772497661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/10/pic-chas.html' title='pic-chas!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-113016727448780165</id><published>2005-10-24T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:02:30.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another fun weekend.</title><content type='html'>holla. so the publicist had a great weekend. thursday night, i went out with my boys to &lt;a href="http://www.gymsportsbar.com"&gt;gym bar&lt;/a&gt; to meet up with Mr. Milnar and his gang of b&amp;t boys, whom i love. they are fun and always know how to have a good time...not unlike my boys, who always know how to have a fun and trash-tastic time. T. and I played a round of pool against this old queen who was annoying. he was like "ok, here are the rules, and don't break them, and don't do this, and you have to ask first before you do that, and i'm a cunt and i'm lonely, and all i do is play pool and carry chalk on my keychain." lovely fellow. T. was making fun of him, like right in front of him, it was brill! he was like "BOOO! Go Home! We want a pitcher, not a belly itcher!" you want a pitcher T? mmm...someone needs to get &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laaaaaaid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! kidding!...anyway, we stayed at GYM for a while, and everyone was there. T, L.S., J., L.M., everyone, well everyone except for PB of course, who was out in Ho-hio revisiting his days of glory at Homo-coming. We missed you P.B. and we're glad to have you back....until the next time you pass out that is...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;T.A. met me at GYM which was great, and then we went off to &lt;a href="http://www.glounge.com"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;, which I was very blah about going to because lawd knows I am not the biggest fan of the place, but i go where the gays are, so we treked up to 19th and 7th. i don't know why i say treked, considering it was really only a block a way, but i digress. G was fun, although I really don't recall how long we were there for, as the drinksies from GYM set it fairly quickly, as they always do. they pour them big and strong at GYM...just the way I like em! So I remember that J was at G (enough with the initials dammit!) was a cute boy who I know that I had met at some point sometime, though I couldn't really place where. Anyway, the 2 of them made a cute couple, and J was smiling all night....&lt;em&gt;awww&lt;/em&gt;. T.A. and I left by like 10:30 (3.5 hours of drinking on a thursday night can really do a doozy to ya!), and I think the rest of the boys stayed for a while.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;friday i stayed in with T.A. and watched the commercial-free world premier of Madonna's new documentary &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0451180/"&gt;I'm Going To Tell You a Secret"&lt;/a&gt;, which basically chronicled her last tour, as well as her marriage, her family, her spirituality and her life. As many/most of you know, I am a huge Madonna fan &lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/10/confessions-of-madonna-lover.html"&gt;(case in point)&lt;/a&gt;, and whenever she is performing in town, I love to go. Fortunatly, my friend Jamie's aunt is her Madge-esty's business accountant (or something technical like that), and we get ridic seats. If anyone went to her last tour, she had 2 sections cut out on her stage for like 30 VIP's, myself being one of them, so we were only about 3 feet away from her as she performed, and I reached out my hand and she grabbed it. it was a fucking amazing night. Anyway, point of the story is that I really really loved the documentary. It was directed INCREDIBLY well by Jonas Ackerlund, who was directed some awesome music videos, and it included lots of concert footage, which brought back great memories. it's getting crap reviews, but i loved it, and thats all that matters to me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, T.A. took me to an AMAZING meal at &lt;a href="http://www.bottinonyc.com/home.htm"&gt;Bottino&lt;/a&gt; (thanks again!), and although the weather outside was frightful, his company was so delightful. Honestly, one of the better meals I have had here in NYC, and I have been to a crapload of places. We next went to a party for his friend's bday, where I saw a guy who used to stalk me on &lt;a href="http://www.gay.com"&gt;gay.com&lt;/a&gt;, and who started a fire in the apt. he put his drink down on a little votive candle and walked away, causing some flames and some smoke. good times. no, it wasn't that bad, but he later placed his new cup on another candle mistakenly, fortunatly this one had already been extinguished. party was nice, got to meet T.A.'s friends which was cool. After we went to Jiller and Mama Cass's bday party (we were a fashionable 2 hours late, but between the delicious dinner, the other party and the rain, we were slowed down) at State of Grace on the UES. It was fun, and always good to see my gals. saw Skinny Mel and Erin, who I hadn't seen in what felt like ages. after that, B-Fletch, T.A. and I made our way to &lt;a href="http://www.villagevoice.com/nycguide/ve8206,12.html"&gt;OW&lt;/a&gt; for a final drink before the bar gets bought by someone else, since it's up for sale.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sunday T.A. and I went to &lt;a href="http://newyork.citysearch.com/profile/11313412/new_york_ny/petite_abeille.html"&gt;Le Petite Abeille&lt;/a&gt; which was very good, and then we did some shopping for shoes and glasses, both of which he needs, only we came back empty handed....booo. my boys came over for &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/desperate/index.html"&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/a&gt;, and there ended up being 8 or us in my apt, which was cramped, but fun. always fun to have everyone over, and can't wait until next week!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;all in all, great weekend, way too short, but aren't they always? ugh...back to work now i guess....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-113016727448780165?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/113016727448780165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=113016727448780165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113016727448780165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/113016727448780165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-fun-weekend.html' title='another fun weekend.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-112983762566868939</id><published>2005-10-20T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T18:24:12.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a ti-li.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/tired6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/200/tired5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahbiddy blah blah blah. it's thursday. normally i am excited about thursdays, and I guess that today is no exception, but i am just feeling soooo tired. look at this picture. dark circles under my eyes for days! now yes, i have always had these dark circles, and even when i am tan and completly well rested they are there, but still people! crazy!! if anyone wants to get me a fun/insulting/appropriate birthday gift (even though its on December 14, its always good to plan ahead), feel free to get me some &lt;a href="http://www.hylexin.com/"&gt;Hylexin&lt;/a&gt;...i hear its great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/tired3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/200/tired2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been getting enough sleep last lately at all, and when i say that i am going to rest up and relax, something like this,&lt;a href="http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/10/phewthis-publicist-is-tired.html"&gt;a crazy weekend&lt;/a&gt; ensues, and i remain tired going into the next week.all this week i have either been up later watching tele, or with my friends or T.A. (who doesn't know what a "shout out" means, but he's foreign, so i'll let it slide. plus i think he is cute, so thats a plus too! there, thats another shout out for you!)maybe/hopefully this weekend will be different and i'll actually get some rest. saturday night T.A. and I are going to Jiller and Mama Cass' &lt;a href="http://cassiejillersharon25bday.blogspot.com/"&gt;birthday blowout&lt;/a&gt; which should def be fun, and I'm looking forward to seeing friends and all that jazzy jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/tired4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/200/tired3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is going well right now, been a long day, only a few hours left, which is always nice, then happy hour at &lt;a href="http://www.gymsportsbar.com"&gt;GYM bar&lt;/a&gt; (which my friend Hal co-owns) with my boys and Mr. Milnar (not Jewish, though you'd think with that name...it's MILNER dammit!) and his B&amp;T boys...unlike most B&amp;T boys, these ones are hot. Then again so is Mr. Milnar and his bf. Did someone say 3-some? ha! &lt;em&gt;they wish!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even going to get into &lt;a href="www.oceanicflight815"&gt;LOST&lt;/a&gt; today, i'm too tired and the episode was very blah. could have been better, and it was the first time i was ever slightly disappointed with the show, a bit let down. L.S., L.A. and L.J. came over to watch and I spoke to the Sobster afterwards and we were all satisfied by it, but not thrilled. it was the first time that L.A. had see the show...um..rent the DVD's sweetheart. you probably shouldn't start the show after a whole season and 4 episodes. loooove you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/tired5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/200/tired4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-112983762566868939?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/112983762566868939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=112983762566868939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/112983762566868939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/112983762566868939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-ti-li.html' title='i&apos;m a ti-li.'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-112974119226574267</id><published>2005-10-19T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T10:17:51.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For Immediate Release:&lt;br /&gt;Contact:&lt;br /&gt;Tom Suiter/thsuiter@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;646-320-4541&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Daniel Weiss Wins Fall Harvest 2005&lt;br /&gt;- Publicist Settles Down, Finds Happiness-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York, NY (October 19, 2005) – Adam D. Weiss – publicist, blogger, and friend to many - has a boyfriend, garnering an upset win in the inaugural Fall Harvest competition. The announcement was made this morning in an email at 10:53 a.m. EST, with the statement “Yee-haw.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the fall months of September and October, several New York-based individuals have been actively searching web sites, bathroom stalls, and Chelsea bars for attractive and sociable companions in preparation for the cold months of winter. Weiss (aka Spicy Weissy, Gwenevere, Fern) took a late lead in the game by cultivating the beginnings of a relationship with an Australian* and today relishes his unprecedented victory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m thrilled to win the first-ever Fall Harvest competition,” notes Weiss. “I have to say, logging on to gay.com wasn’t all that hard, but finding a truly great guy…well, that makes this all the better. I’m just happy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victory comes as a boon for the 25 year-old public relations professional as Weiss was previously single for over 5 years.  His web site,&lt;a href="www.imapublicist.blogspot.com"&gt;I'm A Publicist&lt;/a&gt;, has chronicled the ups and downs of single life in Chelsea. Despite the victory his peers are still actively participating in Fall Harvest, and while many cheer his win, others are doubtful. [“Ew. I can’t believe he has a boyfriend and I don’t,” laments Chris ‘P.B.’ Frederick.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friends wish him nothing but the best. Fall Harvest 2006 competition details will be announced next summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*As per the policy of Fall Harvest 2005, the name and identity of the winning crop cannot be released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Fall Harvest &lt;br /&gt;Conceived in August 2005 by a group of seven single gay men, Fall Harvest seeks to foster exclusive interpersonal relationships prior to the winter months. Taking off from the historical themes of agricultural farmers reaping the last of their crops for the winter, Fall Harvest is a metaphor for settling down and enjoying the serene aspects of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-112974119226574267?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/112974119226574267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=112974119226574267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/112974119226574267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/112974119226574267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-immediate-release-contact-tom.html' title=''/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-112973844661412516</id><published>2005-10-19T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T12:54:55.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Publicist Gets A Facial!</title><content type='html'>no, not that kind, you sick son of a bitch! a spa facial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's spaweek here in NYC, and I couldn't be happier. tons of spas in the city offer select services for only $50, which is a sweet deal for most of these places. to take advantage of the offer, i made myself an appointmet at a place called &lt;a href="http://www.serentityspanewyork"&gt;serenity spa&lt;/a&gt; at 26th and 6th for their 60-min anti-aging multi-vitamin facial. i don't really need anti-aging, seeing as to how i'm only 25, but the concept of a nice relaxing hour facial for only $50 is quite appealing to me. i figured i'll give this place a shot, even though i had never heard of it before, but i assumed that the spaweek people wouldn't allow some crap spa to join, so what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, i made the appointment for 7pm, and even though it conflicted with this party for &lt;a href="www.gotham-magazine.com/"&gt;gotham magazine&lt;/a&gt; that i was going to go to, it was the only available time that they had. whatev. so they called me at 4:30 and asked me if i could push it back until 8pm. i said no, and that 7pm was ideal for me. they told me that they triple booked the time, and that they were sorry. i told them that i had cancelled other plans to make this appointment, and that i would be very upset if they were to shuffle me around or change the time. i told her i could come in earlier, around 6:15 if need be, but she said i should come in at 6:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i leave work, walk down there and got in at like 6:10, was introduced to the receptionist maria, told her i was early, and she was all happy to see me, telling me that it would be just a few minutes. 35 someodd minutes later they called me in and a really nice woman named maya told me to get situated and then started talking to me about facials, and if i use any products. well, i started with the laundry list of &lt;a href="www.kiehls.com"&gt;kiehls&lt;/a&gt; products and &lt;a href="http://www.clinique.com/templates/products/supercat.tmpl?ngextredir=1&amp;CATEGORY_ID=CATEGORY3907"&gt;clinique for men&lt;/a&gt; stuff that i use, and this probably took up about 5 minutes. nothing really big, whatever. so she starts with the facial, which feels fucking amazing, and i was in heaven. i was already tired from a long day, and this facial was just making me so relaxed, it was just what i needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 20-25 minutes go by, and i am in pure bliss. then all of a sudden Maya says "ok, we're done, i'll meet you outside." i was like "um...it's been 25 minutes!" i get dressed and walk out to the maria, and here's what transpired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;: "why was the facial so short?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;: "you were in there for an hour. plus, when we say 60-minute facial, its really 50-minutes, we leave 10 minutes for the customer to get undressed and ready" &lt;br /&gt;say what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;: "first of all, it was only 25 minutes, and i had timed it on my watch. plus, how i was on the phone with my friend marc for about 10 minutes on a call that ended at 6:43. i got undressed, got the facial, got redressed, so how was it now 7:20."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that ain't no hour bitch!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;: "well, mens facials take less time because women have more black heads to clean." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;: "well, the facial didn't include the extraction or anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;: "yes it did, when she steamed your face". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;: "um, she didn't even do that". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;: "well, i'm sorry about that, but what do you want me to do &lt;em&gt;adam&lt;/em&gt;?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;: "i want a full one hour facial, &lt;em&gt;maria&lt;/em&gt;. i'm not paying you for anything less. you promise a service, i will pay for that service." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;: "well, maybe you should just not pay and leave here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i did just that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-112973844661412516?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/112973844661412516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=112973844661412516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/112973844661412516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/112973844661412516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/10/publicist-gets-facial.html' title='The Publicist Gets A Facial!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17692060.post-112964123401096212</id><published>2005-10-18T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T10:07:17.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend pics!</title><content type='html'>Lil J's B-Day Dinner-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/Bday.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.S and L.A.: Adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/lsa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/lsa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.S. and I: Even More Adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/LS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/LS.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.....cakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/cakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/cakes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil J! Nice belt loops stud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/justin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...no explanation needed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/candles.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Jiller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/Jiller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/Jiller.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the Aim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/aim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/aim.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Cass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/MC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/MC.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/1600/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4467/1710/320/group.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17692060-112964123401096212?l=imapublicist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/feeds/112964123401096212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17692060&amp;postID=112964123401096212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/112964123401096212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17692060/posts/default/112964123401096212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imapublicist.blogspot.com/2005/10/weekend-pics.html' title='weekend pics!'/><author><name>adam daniel weiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218151700077530512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/___b6Mk2YL5A/R7J3h590rLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/no9yyDQDNvA/S220/Me+on+the+Street+Stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
