DAY 70: Squirt Gun

Water gun, water pistol, squirt gun, they're all the same. The sun is starting to show its shining face more, leading me to want to invest in some serious water-protection. Who needs real guns when you can be drenching your enemies in the most shockingly cold water available. Maybe even throw a few ice cubes in the clip and drop that ammo a couple degrees. Go crazy. Do you. Protec ya neck, homie.

DAY 69: Activated

The debate over activated charcoal is a weird one. I take it occasionally if I've had a big weekend, in hopes that it latches on to all the remaining liquor/beer/debauchery in my body. To be honest, though, I'm not quite sure that it actually does anything. I know for a fact that it whitens teeth, but other than that, I'm pretty skeptical that it does much. The day I start to feel like a seasick hyena, take some, and immediately feel like running a marathon is the day I believe all the hype.

DAY 68: Brooms and Cats

I wish the Cat-bus from Totoro was real, and the thought that it doesn't exist just looms over me like a raincloud with no friends. He spots that I'm a nice guy and just exploits the shit out of me. He knows I'm not going to make him float aimlessly by himself. What can I say, I don't discriminate against any type of cloud, no matter how dreary. But, ya, the cat-bus would be more fun than the subway.

DAY 66: Playa del Garbagio

This is what I would call a beachfront resort in Brooklyn. It would be outfitted with the newest in luxury home goods, and would by no means be trashy, but in the true spirit of NY it would have to be named after the most abundant thing in this city, garbage.

DAY 65: Pet Rock

Man, I wish I had a pet. Even if it were a rock. Especially if it were a rock. It wouldn't track dirt from the street into my apartment, I'll tell you that much. They aren't playful, you can't sleep on them like a pillow, and they won't grab the morning paper, but they will give you the appropriate moral support when you don't get the number of likes you had been hoping for. By this I mean, they will ignore your unimportant rantings. And that is more important than emotional support, I promise you that.

DAY 64: Russian Federation

I heard through the grapevine that in mother Russia cars drive people, as opposed to the other way around. This doesn't seem right to me, but by all means, do your thing russians. If you were to look up crazy videos from russia, you'd find wayyyy more weird shit than you would normally like. Its one of those, "I bet we can find some crazy americans doing stuff in the south" situations. When in all actuality we should be saying something more along the lines of, "how hard can it be to find a vid of someone doing something normal in russia?!?!"

DAY 63: Hot Sauwce

So, today I started brainstorming my own twist on hot sauce. Working on names, research, ingredients, and culinary fusion. It's been crazy learning so many unique things about heat and the nature of the pepper, but I think that the coolest idea behind this new project of mine is the chance to experiment with and imagine something no one's ever tasted before. It may take me a while to create the perfect elixir, since introducing the world to something foreign, but at the same time familiar to tastebuds is no easy task. Wish me luck, and if you want an update or a taste of the goods, hit me up!

DAY 62: Wendy's

I bet Wendy is a pretty chill chick. I'd love to meet her, but you know, the real her. Did she actually have red hair? Or was it more of a brown and some designer thought the red hair was more striking. I'll tell you this much, she's definitely edgy. Especially on twitter.

DAY 61: Carmelized

Sometimes I like doing research on things I have no need to understand. Imagine all the rad facts at your fingertips, and how much better you can understand something by just googling it. This in-depth search started with the question of, why onions caramelize. I know, it's a weird one, but caramelized onions are sweet and delicious, and deserving of some understanding. Apparently, there are sugars in onions that break down and separate when introduced to heat. My conclusion... onions are the earth's hidden gummy bears.

DAY 58: Rain > Snow

Here's the deal when it comes to rain. No matter how much you might say you hate it, it pails in comparison to snow, and the fluffy white inconvenience that it provides. This is because of the sole fact that snow is only fluffy and white in this city for all of a few hours. It then proceeds to soak up all the filth that cakes these familiar streets. This is why I have an affinity for rain, and I am aggressively continuing to build my appreciation for it. Don't get me wrong, snow can be great... when you aren't in NYC.

DAY 57: Cheese... Chopped, Please

Why is the chopped cheese a privilege? Because of the simple fact that it is a reflection of the truest New York. I came to this city with hopes of somehow finagling my way into various fine dining establishments, only to come to the realization that people can and do, inflate prices based directly on the number of wealthy people that walk in the door. Although they are held in such high regard, the upscale restaurant market has nothing on the "Bodega," whose name carries consistency across the city. Give them your cold, tired, battle-hardened hands, and they will fill them with finely ground beef inter-chopped with American cheese, seeking refuge atop a heat pressed hero bun. I'm starting to believe that the "Bodega" is a mystical entity, a bit like Dumbledore and Gandalf, who shows up when you need him most. 

DAY 56: Its a given

Its crazy to think about all the amazing things we can claim communal ownership over. Air, earth, water, fire. The elements might not be as easily accessible to some, but the world shares that one massive connection, life and the things the earth provides are interconnected. No person has more claim to water or heat, land or food than another, and I think we all need to look at the world from that angle more often.

DAY 55: Balance

Life is all about it. Equal and opposite. Things reflect back, so why not pursue finding a perfect medium. Lotus flowers and things like that. Buddhism is crazy to learn about. I'm really digging the whole all life is connected thing. Give yourself a chance to learn about as many religions as you can, because they're all so different while also being so similar.

DAY 54: Kings To You...

Chess, the game of intellectuals across the world. Its one of those games that requires a ridiculous amount of thought, strategy, and in some cases even luck. People would probably argue against the luck aspect, but to be honest, sometimes people make moves without some elaborate strategy planned out, and overthinking could easily be your downfall. Why do I love it? Because I'm not amazing at it. I've been playing my entire life, and am still fairly easy to beat. But I keep coming back for more because as strategy goes, the game challenges you at the most basic of levels. Cause and effect are central aspects, and they help strip the complications of "war" down to simple moves. The game makes me grin maniacally because no one knows how many moves ahead you've planned, or how random your actions have become. Learn it, play it, challenge yourself!

DAY 53: 2 at a time

Something I've noticed recently that's been perched high atop my throbbing brain is why in the world I take steps 2 at a time. Thinking back, I've been doing it forever, but for what reason? I try to jog my mind for when I took up this habit, and whether or not it affects anything in my life. It must have been waaay back. I'm talking like back when my legs were about half the size of the average man, while some may have called me a gnome (what children should be called). The only conclusion I've arrived at is that I probably started doing it as a way to up my efficiency when traveling place to place. I know what you're thinking, "you were obviously creating a discreet way of toning your ass." Although this would be easy to accept, I can tell you for a fact, my buns need no toning. Which leads me to think that I was just some sort of commuting prodigy who saw solutions in simple actions. Sheesh, I have this feeling that people will start to get ideas about "A Beautiful Mind 2... Steps At A Time." 

DAY 52: Hangry

I feel like any time I get pissed off, I crave some good grub. If only that was everyone's reaction to getting mad, they just house an entire pizza or plate of mac and cheese. If you really think about it, things would probably be so much more peaceful. But, then again, people would probably end up keeling over from obesity seeing as people in this city are always ticked at someone or something.