53 Brentwood Blog

Wednesday, March 31, 2004

Unfortunately, the dream-post office can not ship across the Atlantic. They are having problems with Godzilla and other sea monsters. Any letter sent by dream-post to the continent usually gets eaten in transit.

Blame the dream-government for lax security. Sorry G, you'll have to deal with dream email.

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

I want a dream too!!

I mean, I want a dream letter from somebody's dream.

BY THE WAY, thinking about uncoziest moments, I gave the Oscar to the
soup-spitting all-over-the-table at Pho.
You know who was the best actress...

Monday, March 29, 2004

Oh man, that letter is hilarious, Mike. While it does smack a little of something I might write, I take great offense to the fact that you think I would write a sentence like "My worm was happy, and then it ate my homework, and freed the albinos from captivity." I'm far more apt to write something along the lines of "I like wigs."

Nonetheless, to coin the TV commercial adage........."brilliant!"

Sunday, March 28, 2004

Maiko's dream letter from a dream Jeff:

2 Germinal CCXII


Never change your perplextion, or your prescription of smoking banana peels. I like trucks. Jesus stopped by tomorrow and changed my beer into rocky road. I love Jesus. I love albinos, too.

I was laying in the trash the other day and was looking up into the 17 Germinal CLXXXI and saw my worm. My worm was happy, and then it ate my homework, and freed the albinos from captivity.

What is up with your hair? Why is Spirit roving through it? Does it support life? I dream in hypertext and smelly old underpants. The Bruins, and the Red Sox, and the Monkees are on a reunion tour throughout central Pakistan. They will revolutionize lawnmovers and create anti-cells that will eat a hole through every pizza ever made.

Song now playing: Air - "Alone in Kyoto"

The universe is actually an answer to the question.

Eat my breakfast,


Saturday, March 27, 2004

Dreams float in and out, mesh and mix all about.

I hate it when I go to the website and my comment is the last one written.

I had a dream a day or two ago about receiving a letter from Jeff Copetas. Jeff, did you send out alot of mail recently? One seems to have gotten lost and reached my dream. There is a theory about a seperate world where everyone's dreams all connect together. (This explains why you don't need postage in our dreams.)

Tuesday, March 23, 2004

G, that's funny you mention that coz I thought about it just the other day. Yeah, I'm a really weird person. Oh well. I didn't feel like talking. (I really was studying though)... wait what's this thing about hugging?

Are we talking about coziest or un-coziest?

Mike, Lyndon reminded me the other day that you used to stomp really loud, up and down the stairs in the middle of the night, just to wake everyone up. Somehow, I believed him.
And the cake on the roof... is probably not a good thing to bring up at his wedding.

Of course Ann Marie's un-coziest moment was also on the third floor......... passed out and hugging the toilet.

My un-coziest moment was finding myself in Porter Square after being kicked out of my girlfriend's (at the time) friend's house, with no money on me, at 3:30 AM and with a walk to 1053 Beacon Street in Brookline.

That was a cold and uncozy walk.

Maiko, remember 1053? What a great place. When we are in LA for Lyndon's wedding, should I bring up the time he brought you up to the roof with a personalized cake?

Strange... hey Maiko, I thought your coziest moment was during a party at 53 Brentwood, when you were all alone on the third floor hugging...

anyway, I know which was the un-coziest moment of... for example Ann Marie!

Monday, March 22, 2004

Oh, my gosh, no response from anyone?!?!

(the sound of the wind blowing...)

Friday, March 19, 2004

Did anyone notice that the page which contained words "persian bitches" only consisted of the guys?

Anyway, my coziest moment was before I was born.
The next coziest moment was after eating a really good Korean BBQ at a nice restaurant wearing clothes like a bum.

That's pretty cozy, no?


hum... nobody is willing to say a word about the coziest moment of his/her/its life...

Wednesday, March 17, 2004

Who the hell would want to write on this blog?

I want to write here!

This is the best blog in town, no doubt.

Maybe if not the best, one of the best;
and if not one of the best, at least one of the coziest.
Actually the coziest. (It's the first time in my life I write the word coziest, it feels kind of strange...).

Which was the coziest moment in your life?

Persian Bitches, thanks to Yahoo.

Bitches came from a previous posting about searchwords, on August 19, 2002.

Persian came from the same month, on August 15, 2002.

And who the hell would want to write on this blog?

Tuesday, March 16, 2004

Did people actually look at this site after doing a search?
I don't remember seeing some of these words on this blog.
... Persian bitches??? Where did that come from????

I wonder if any of these people who got to this site want to join this blog...
...probably not

Monday, March 15, 2004

Top Ten Search Words Used To Get To This Site
1) brentwood (292 times)
2) street (96 times)
3) sex (64 times)
4) the (56 times)
5) dead (46 times)
6) gambarota (45 times)
7) mouse (45 times)
8) pics (45 times)
9) bitches (43 times)
10) smell (41 times)

12) cutillo (30 times)
16) giulio (25 times)
39) maiko (12 times)
45) mike (11 times)
51) copetas (10 times)
59) ann (9 times)
61) callister (9 times)
74) yoda (7 times)
75) jeff (7 times)
81) rakowski (6 times)
94) michael (5 times)
796) babe (1 time)

Last 10 Searchengine Queries on this site (minus repeats)
1) Persian Bitches (Yahoo rank #21)
2) 53 Brentwood (Google rank #1 through #5)
3) "beginner's marathon training" (MSN Search rank #2)
4) CUTILLO (Yahoo ran #3)
5) scrabble words from chaucer (Google rank #186)
6) Chris Copetas (Google rank #64)
7) "Martha Stewart" "LifeBuoy" (Google rank ????)
8) gambarota (Yahoo rank #1, #2, #6 and #9)
9) giulio gambarota (Google NL rank #1, #2, #7 and #8)
10) italian tourist murdered copenhagen (Google rank ?????)

The invisible monkeys woke Kona up again. They threatened to eat his brain with some soy sauce. But luckily, Kona has the power to bark.

The power to bark is a powerful thing.

It scared away the invisible monkeys, so that I could not catch them when I went downstairs.

Good Kona. I gave him a treat.

Saturday, March 13, 2004

This is Hilarious.

"Stairway to Gilligan", a song combining Led Zep's "Stairway to Heaven" with the lyrics of the theme song of Gilligan's Island.

Keep this in mind the next time you either hear, or are about to
repeat a rumour.

In ancient Greece (469 - 399 BC), Socrates was widely lauded for his wisdom.

One day the great philosopher came upon an acquaintance who ran up to him
excitedly and said, "Socrates, do you know what I just heard about one of
your students?"

"Wait a moment," Socrates replied. "Before you tell me I'd like you to pass
a little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test."

"Triple filter?"

"That's right," Socrates continued. "Before you talk to me about my student
let's take a moment to filter what you're going to say. The first filter is
Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is

"No," the man said, "actually I just heard about it and..."

"All right," said Socrates. "So you don't really know if it's true or not.
Now let's try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are
about to tell me about my student something good?"

"No, on the contrary..."

"So,you want to tell me something bad about him,
even though you're not certain it's true?" The man shrugged, a little

Socrates continued. "You may still pass the test though, because there is a
third filter - he filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about
my student going to be useful to me?"

"No, not really"

"Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is neither True nor
Good nor even Useful, why tell it to me at all?"

The man was defeated and ashamed.

This is the reason Socrates was a great philosopher and held in such high
esteem. It also explains why he never found out that Plato was banging his

courtesy by Jeeva Munasinghe

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

You have to love the American Family Association. They keep putting up online polls, and keep getting answers that they don't want to see.

They had a poll up about Gay marriage, and they said that they would send the results to Congress, but when the poll was done, it showed 60% favor gay marriage and so the AFA decided not to send it along.

Now they have a poll up about the Presidential election.

And as of now it is 89.95% for Kerry, 6.22% for Nader and 3.83% for Bush.

That's interesting. I think it's Prague in English, but I really don't know if that's the local way of saying it. I'm very jealous of anyone traveling (especially for a long weekend).

To Mike: about having babies or turning into a US citizens...
I don't need to be married to do either!

To AM: I just asked the other day "what kind of parents would name their child 'Chuck'?" I was told that the real name is "Charles". That explains it.

Tuesday, March 09, 2004

Just back from a long weekend in Praga.
10 hours in the car to get there, 10 hours in the car to get out of there.
The city is beautiful; though filled with young Spanish and Italian tourists screaming and running everywhere.

Anyway, about voting, I probably should do it so I can send Bush back to Texas...

Monday, March 08, 2004

I have always felt a strange connection with old "Chuck".

Charlie Brown
You are Charlie Brown!

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Sunday, March 07, 2004

Well Maiko, you may be crazy, but we still like you, and even though you can't vote your Husband can.

So TELL him to vote DEMOCRAT.

You wear the pants, he just wears the camouflage.

Oh, and another question, Maiko, now that it has been a year are you planning on becoming a US citizen or do you just plan on having some babies?

This is me:
You are Schroeder!

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What do they mean "frequent bouts of neurosis"? Are they calling me crazy?

By the way, I can't vote either.

Thursday, March 04, 2004

I'm sorry Giulio, all of what passes for thoughts in GB2's head is a state secret.

If he told you, he would have to destroy Italy, and then for good measure Little Italy.

Question for you G: Now that you are a Citizen, are you going to vote? We all know that Ann Marie can't be bothered (which is good, as she would probably vote Republican) but are you going to register and mail in your vote?

Bush-Cheney '04 Ad Script

President Bush:
I know exactly where I want to lead this country.
I know what we need to do to make the world more free and more peaceful.
I know what we need to do to make sure every person has a chance at realizing the American dream.
I know what we need to do to continue economic growth so people can find work.

Is this a joke or what?If he really knows it, why doesn’t he say it?

That's me.

You are Rerun!

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Tuesday, March 02, 2004

I am addicted to these stupid tests

You are Rerun!

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No G, you would never be Huck or Pale Fire.

No Giulio, this is your book:

You're Lolita!

by Vladimir Nabokov

Considered by most to be depraved and immoral, you are obsessed with sex. What really tantalizes you is that which deviates from societal standards in every way, though you admit that this probably isn't the best and you're not sure what causes this desire. Nonetheless, you've done some pretty nefarious things in your life, and probably gotten caught for them. The names have been changed, but the problems are real.

Please stay away from children.

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

I should be Adventures of Huckleberry Finn : You probably speak with an accent and others have a hard time understanding you and an even harder time taking you seriously. and Pale Fire: You probably came from a foreign country...

But then again, we'll never know....

Monday, March 01, 2004

Ann Marie:
You're Pale Fire!

by Vladimir Nabokov

You're really into poetry and the interpretation thereof. Along the road of life, you have had several identity crises which make it very unclear who you are, let alone how to interpret poetry. You probably came from a foreign country, but then again you seem foreign to everyone in ways unrelated to immigration. Most people think you're quite funny, but maybe you're just sick. Talking to you ends up being much like playing a round of the popular board game Clue.

You're Adventures of Huckleberry Finn!

by Mark Twain

With an affinity for floating down the river, you see things in black and white. The world is strange and new to you and the more you learn about it, the less it makes sense. You probably speak with an accent and others have a hard time understanding you and an even harder time taking you seriously. Nevertheless, your adventurous spirit is admirable. You really like straw hats.

I am Pale Fire (I never even heard of it) and this is what it says about me: Along the road of life, you have had several identity crises which make it very unclear who you are, let alone how to interpret poetry. You probably came from a foreign country, but then again you seem foreign to everyone in ways unrelated to immigration.

I don't like this game.

I am The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.

I am also a dork.

I like shrimps.

I mean, I like to eat shrimps.