i was just on vacation in NYC. the crew was myself, nina, and our friend nik. nina wanted to check out fordum university, and visit our friend john who lives in yonkers. not to mention that she had never been to the big apple before. we spent four days in the city, spending 75% of our time in museums, 15% in restaurants, and the remaining 10% walking/riding public transport. but when the sun went down we had a shofer. john (aka jaze juce) is a native new yorker, who nina met at school. jaze is a rapper, a life gaurd, and all around man about town. we saw a lot of the city from in the car at night, wich was awesome.




so day one we went to the guggenheim museum, they were camera-nazis so no photos from there. the place was filled with basically nothing but sexual art. lots of giant slabs of stone carved into mountains of phallises, boob caverns illuminated with red lights, and servered scrotums suspended from the ceiling. and then out of nowhere... the top floor had like 20 of these werid little rooms made out of old doors. some where blank, some had names of people, businesses, all with cracked paint and rusty hinges. you could peer in threw the few doors that had windows to view uber creepy scenes streight out of a serial killer's childhood memories. *shivers* the building architecture was cool parking garage meets modern adobe. but on the way there we stopped in front of a random office building and found these giant hello kitty metal sculptures!!!!



the next day we went to the museum of modern art (MOMA) witch was amazing! the place was 5 stories high, and was filled wall to wall with art! there was a lot of stuff i wasn't allowed to photograph, like the entire floor of picasso paintings/sculptures, or the HUGE salvador dali exhibit featured on the top floor! they had 250 of his painting, tons of props, backdrops and other stuff from his films. and they were playing ALL movies he made, including a DISNEY FILM he animated!






after that we went to a museum of modern architecture and design. you really weren't supposed to take any photos there, but there were a few i just couldn't resist!




the last museum that we went to was the museum of natural history. which was really cool, but very busy. a lot of my photos from here didn't turn out as i hoped, so here's a few of the good ones.




and they had a REDICULOUS amount of dinosaur bones!




so, they don't let you inside the statue of liberty anymore. so what's the point of going to that tiny super crowed island just to try and look up lady libery's dress. so instead, we went to liberty park in new jersey to check out the statue.

 

"lady liberty is just like any new yorker, she hates jersey!
just look at the statue, shes farting on us!"

jaze juce

 

"xero, how come yew can build and program computers
but cant figgure out how to use a new tire jack?"

nik

i guess im a little late on this post. my grandparents moved to flordia a few years ago, and every since, the rest of my family have slowly been moving there. my uncle mark lived there already, then my aunt joan moved there shortly after. then my cousin, then her mom... yeah, so like that whole side of the fam. so needless to say, we were due for a visit. my dad is dr. paranoia, and couldn't fly down there. and i in no way wanted to ride with him, my mother, nina and his road rage. nor did i want to drive there myself with nina a my road rage. so we opted to hop with the jet set. the flight was so short i barely beat metroid fusion on the plane ride there and back with 98% completion. we had a party thrown for our arrival, at my cousin ashley's house. i got to see all my relatives and meet my cousin's new baby angelina. she's a lil cutie. for the next few days we just hung out and went to beaches.

 

"its not a vacation unless there's a beach right?"

xero

on thursday will calls me up and says...

 

the nhl draft is this weekend in columbus ohio.
you and nina are coming with me, i already have tickets."

weird willy

 

i swear i hear motley crue in the distance. Yeah!
its either them, or the best crue cover band alive!"

weird willy

so nina, my parents, and i went to the rock & roll hall of fame in cleveland ohio. My dad had a few days vacation so he wanted to take a trip. i have been to the hall a few times prior, but they have such a flux of different memorabilia... so its never the same place. this time the featured exhibits were the door, the clash, and warped tour. the doors exhibits were basically drawing, writing, and photos of jim morrison. the clash exhibit had a ton of old outfits the band wore, along with old instruments, tour phots, and flyers. security is tight in the hall, but i did manage to snap of flew flix.

this is the actual guitar that is being smashed on the cover of london calling. there are more photos on photo.xero.nu/rockhall

so skools is ready to begin, nina, saunda, and i decided to take a vacation. we hit up ocean city, and stayed with one of my dad's old navy buddies (since hotel prices are astronomical these days.) the first day was awesome, the weather was nice, the beach wasn't crowded, and we ate at spiffy italian place. day two however was rainy and overcast. so we decided to kick it on the boardwalk. we ate some ubber-sweet cotton candy, i bought an aqua-teen poster, and we were just chillin' on a bench trying to decide what to do when out of nowhere we see this dude with a pink mohalk and foomanchoo side burns. it's fukkin sean mccarthy and natalie from jester's court! we went to a bar called the bearded clam with them and met up with other people from pittsburgh. it got crazy when the found out that nina was only recently 21. there were toasts to pittsburgh, to nina, to the oc, it was a blast. but after that it got better. nina was annihilated, i tried to buy here a veggie-sub, but all she would eat was the bread (while i ate green peppers off the sidewalk.) saunda was laughing at us. nina was puking out one car window, while i was pissing out the other. the final day we went to the beach in the day (gorgeousness) , then hung out with this guy mccarthy introduced us to (madness). the return trip was just that, a trip. the girls had to pee for miles, and i kept missing exits, or be passing other cars, until finally we ended up at this crazy redneck gas station in wv. they had a singing deer head mounded in the bathroom, so when yew wash yer hands it sang like country roads or something. no one was messing with me (unbelievably) because there was a black family there, i felt pretty bad fer them. the perfect end to a great summer.