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Name: Zalman (Alex)
Birthday: 3/12/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Tolkien's "Lord of the Rings,"
Wagner's "Der Ring des Nibelungen (Ring cycle),
Neo-classical architecture,
Classification of languages,
Classical music,
Ranting my extreme-leftist political views,
Stressing out over grades,
Ornamental letters (principally gothic inspired),
Human contact, although I have very little,
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  gibicheim
Member Since:
6/23/2004
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| This is my laſt xanga entry at Neidhohle--I will be moving to In_Saecvia_Saecviorvm (as ſoon as I fix it up).
Alright, ſince graduation has been deſcribed on ſo many xangas, I won't bother to comment on the ſubject again here, although I defer anyone intereſted to Raſputin's xanga at Rasputin1 or Nathan Buch's at ahotdog4life.
Anyway, the highlight of this week was deffinitely being invited to hang out with Yün-ke Chin-lee the day after graduation at the Met, in addition to ſeeing all of my other friends. For thoſe of you who don't know, Yün-ke is Stuy's valedictorian, but I had ſoooo much reſpect for her long before I knew that--ſhe is perhaps the moſt intelligent perſon I've ever met, not juſt becauſe ſhe took Calculus and AP Stat her freſhmen year or becauſe ſhe took graduate level claſſes at NYU this year, but becauſe ſhe knows ſomething about everything. Whenever we paſſed through another part of the muſeum, it ſeemed like ſhe had an endleſs ſuply of knowledge that ſhe could draw from on that ſubject.
YUN-KE: Wait... if this is an annunciation ſcene, ſhouldn't [complicated bible ſhit]??
ME: Uhhh...
Anyway, I alſo had fun with Sara Miſhra and Kathleen Garland yeſterday--beſt game of apples to apples EVER! Oh, and Ada, if you're reading this, thank you SO much for the Starbucks gift card--it was ſooooo thoughtful! Of courſe another highlight of this week was getting an enormous binder from Mem (freſhman ſtalker of mine) entitled MEMories containing her entire ſconex notebook printed out (including comments from her friends), ſeveral of our AIM converſations, the program from the Stuy winter concert, the ſign for the a cappella performance, the CDs that ſhe burnt for me, and of courſe, the fanfiction ſhe wrote about me (including ſlaſh).
Finally, I'm leaving in a few hours to Tanglewood (ſummer muſic program), but I'll be back Auguſt 12th. I'm away again from the 20th to the 28th, and then I leave for Northweſtern before the 12th. Anyways, during thoſe 2-3 weeks when I'm home, I want to ſee EVERYONE one laſt time. That's right--even if you think you barely know me or that we're juſt aquaintances, pleaſe email me at AlexKelber@gmail.com ſo that I can work you in for ſome time. | | |
| Oh xanga! I apologize for not writing, for writing at the moſt random of times, and for writing ſuch random xanga entries! Do forgive me!
I hope you guys like bullets:
--What is up with the fact that only 6 of you bothered to comment after I got myſelf drunk for the firſt time at Mallory's party, but a whopping 8 of you commented after my brief complain about the World cup? Shame on you, weblog community!
--I watched a random epiſode of Showtime's original ſeries Queer as Folk, which for thoſe of you who don't know is about theſe really hot and really rich gay guys that have lots and lots of ſex--as aweſome as it is, I've decided that I can't really jump in at the middle... fucking on demand. Damn you Showtime! Why can't you put the firſt ſeaſon up??
--Me and Kathleen are about ready to kill each other. We hung out Wedneſday, then, due to an error on Kathleen's part, we ended up hanging out on Thurſday, eventually ſleeping over at Sara Miſhra's houſe. And ofcourſe, on Friday was the Greek dinner thingy. In general, I've been hanging out with friends all of the time this week. I ſuppoſe the advantage of having ſo many random, decentralized friends (as oppoſed to one ſpecific clique) is that ſomeone is always available, whether it's Geoffrey and Akia, Kathleen, Rebecca, Michal, Yume or, of courſe, my freſhman ſtalker. [YOU: Zalman, nobody cares]
--I'm learning the three voice Ricercare from Bach's Muſical offering. I'm cloſe to memorizing the ſix pages of extremely complex, contrapuntal, is-a-fugue-neſs, but I ſtill have no idea how to pronounce Ricercare. I can't wait to learn the 6 part one, which is written in 5 clefs. Oh yeah, you ſtill don't care.
--I'm ſorry, I really don't have anything intereſting today. Meanwhile, Sarah Ann has invited me to her graduation party tommorow. I'm glad to be going, but the ſemi-obvious reluctance with which ſhe invited me promiſes to lead to ſome awkwardneſs. I love Sarah Ann, I juſt wiſh ſometimes that ſhe had a little more reſpect for me.
--There are too many incriminating photos of me on facebook, whether or not "incriminating" means ſhowing me in my almoſt drunken ſtate hugging an ionic column, or ſimply ſhowing my diſheveld hair and crooked glaſſes. Damn you Akia!!
--The Starbucks rant. I can't ſtop ranting to everyone I know about Starbucks, ſo hopefully broadcaſting my views to the weblog community will help me get it out of my ſyſtem. Here goes:
People tend to have expenſive addictions--for moſt people, that expenſive addiction is either crack, alchahol, or deſigner clothing. For me, it is the green tea latte and/or frapaccino at Starbucks. I normally wouldn't care about having an expenſive addiction, except for the fact that, in the caſe of Starbucks, I am being manipulated--no, uſed!
Thoſe of you who know me are well aware that I've always complained about Starbucks. Starbucks charges inſanely high prices for ſhitty aſs beverages that contribute to the #&383tereotypes that make us liberal, intellectual blue-ſtaters look bad. It's not juſt the image of the young intern hurrying onto the ſubway with her New Yorker in one hand and Starbucks latte in the other--it's the fact that they go out of their way to create this image by decorating all of their eſtabliſhments with ridiculous, tacky decorations that ſcream out pſeudo-artſy and poetic while playing light claſſical "muſak" in the background.
It's not fair! We northeaſtern liberals weren't ſuppoſed to be like this! Starbucks ſeduced us with its poſer-trendineſs until we became dependant. The other day, I ordered the grean tea frapaccino with whipped cream and blackberry ſyrup (really good by the way), and noticed that if you held it up to the ſilly decoration on the wall, it blended right in! The light green of the frapaccino, the white of the whipped cream, the purple-iſh-neſs of the ſyrup all blended in perfectly! That's right--my frapaccino was ſerving as an accent piece! Starbucks charges huge amounts of money for us to buy their crappy beverages and ſpread their image wherever we go, making us liberals look bad, and then donate all of their money to the Buſh campaign (fo' ſerious), and yet I keep coming back. I deſerve to die in a terroriſt attack.
I'll leave you guys on that happy note. | | |
| A ſhort but necceſſary entry:
WHEN is this world cup thing going to end??? | | |
| YOU: Zalman, has anything intere&383ting happened to you lately?
ME: Well...
So, on Friday was my graduation recital (4 Bach Preludes and Fugues from WTC II: E major, G# minor, D# minor and G minor; Beethoven Wald&383tein Sonata; 12 Chopin Preludes: 12-21). I have to admit, I was glad that quite a decent crowd &#howed up, quite happy to ſee ſo many of my friends (as well as Ms. Hall) and actually ſomewhat touched by the arrival of Jocelyn and Mike. Leſs than three you guys! After another ſolidly mediocre performance we headed over to David Neil's appartment for a reception (Dad's friend/brother in law with appartment in upper weſt ſide). The only thing that was a little awkward was the fact that ALL of the friends that I took over there were girls: My ſiſter and two of her friends who ſhowed up after the performance, Kathleen and two of her friends, Mem, Akia, Michal and Rebecca--making in total ten--I joked that with all of them, I could open up a brothel.
Saturday was Mallory's graduation/birthday party at the Eſtonian houſe on 34th Street. So, I went up to get a Cranberry Juice--Ginerger Ale (what!?) and then noticed that everyone was drinking. I ſat next to Flora Ng, who got a glaſs of white wine, took one ſip of it and realized ſhe didn't like alcahol, ſo I finiſhed it for her... like, over the courſe of about five minutes. So I got a glaſs of red wine... and then another. Akia and Sarah Ann ended up confiſcating my 4th cup before I could get any more than one ſip.
So like, according to them, I was drunk, but I really waſn't. Zalman Kelber will never get drunk. I did feel a bit tipſy though... you know, ſtumbling around a little, dizzineſs... I was able to play the piano decently though. Sarah Ann kept inſiſting that this was my firſt drunken experience, and that ſhe couldn't wait to tell everyone how "fucked up" I got. Akia kept inſiſting that ſhe was loſing reſpect for me, but I reminded her that ſhe herſelf had plans to get drunk on Senior drunk day (that really never worked out though... bummer). In anycaſe, ſhe agreed by the end of the night, that the experience deffinitely made us cloſer--I was really feeling pretty ſick and almoſt threw up, &c &c...
Ofcourſe, Mallory's graduation party proved to be another incident that proves that Mr. Mott makes my life complete. He ſhowed up at one point, and ſtarted DJing. At one point, Mr. Mott inſiſted that we go up ſtairs to ſee what was on the upper floors of the Eſtonian houſe, ſo we all climbed ſeveral ſtories of ſtairs without any light...
MR MOTT: This is like the underground railroad!
Anyway, no hangover this morning--take that Sarah Ann! | | |
| This is going to be kind of a big entry, &383o you might want to u&383e this time to go make your&383elf a cup of hot chocolate and maybe &383ome popcorn. Anyway, in honor of the end of Senior year, I have a few things to attend to--and &383o, without the further delay:
ZALMAN'S INDEX OF EXCUSES FOR CUTTING CLASS
1. Ms. Hall/Mr. Mott made me do [in&383ert type of bitchwork or ridiculous activity] for the whole period.
2. I had to go home becau&383e I was &383ick... then I felt better and came back to &383chool later on in the day (next period).
3. Really? Are you &383ure? I remember being here that day; there mu&383t be a mi&383take with the attendance.
4. Really? Are you &383ure? I remember being ab&383ent the whole day that time; there muſt be a miſtake with the attendance.
5. I was looking for my iPod.
6. Well... you ſee... *ſtall until teacher forgets what you and he were talking about*
7. I thought it was a different period!
8. It was Senior cut day/Senior drunk day/Halloween/[make up holiday].
9. What am I on trial?? (This one is curteouſy of Dr. Nikol).
10. Yeah I cut... ſorry... whatever... I won't do it ag--zzzzzzzzzzz.
Next, it's time for...
THE ZALMAN AWARDS: Thoſe you won't find at awards night.
1. Certificate of being ridiculouſly nice goes to
MALLORY KERNER
(Underclaſſmen honorable mentions go to Raiſa Oſtepenko and Katherine Chang)
2. Zalman award for overabundance of hormones goes to
REBECCA STUNDEL
3. The New York State award for actual intereſt in ſome ſort of academic/intellectual area goes to
MIKE GSOVSKI
ERIC PAULSON
YÜN-KE CHIN-LEE
(Underclaſſmen honorable mention goes to Kathleen Garland)
4. The certificate for excellence in the embodiment for Aſian-American ſtereotypes goes to
MELISSA YEE
(Underclaſſmen honorable mention goes to Ada Zhang)
5. The award for going to a college with a cool name goes to
NICOLE SINGER
MIKE SHUSTERMAN
6. The Stuyveſant award for cyniciſm goes to
ZALMAN KELBER
7. The iPod foundation ſcholarſhip goes to
SARAH ANN HEAD
(Underclaſſmen honorable mention goes to Rebecca Paolucci)
8. The certificate of ſincere dedication to goſſip goes to
ZALMAN KELBER
AKIA CAINE
(Underclaſſmen honorable mention goes to Chriſtina Martin, Caitlin McDunnough and Caroline Brickman)
9. The award for high honors in faſhion ſenſe goes to
NICOLE SINGER
ERIC PAULSON
LIZ LONDON
(Underclaſſmen honorable mention goes to Sorell Stetſon)
10. The ſconex award for dedication to online public forums goes to
ILYA RABKIN
RASPUTIN
MIKE GSOVSKI
ZALMAN KELBER
11. The extreme comute award goes to
GEOFFREY GURAY
MALLORY KERNER
(Underclaſſmen honorable mention goes to Chriſtina Lee)
12. The Jennifer Anderſon award for appropriate bitchineſs goes to
LIZ LIVINGSTONE
REBECCA STUNDEL
(Underclaſſmen honorable mention goes to Xevion Hall)
13. The damn--I wiſh I had that financial aid package/ſcholarſhip award goes to
AKIA CAINE
MELISSA YEE
CRISTEN CHINEA
14. The certificate for moſt often miſpronounced name goes to
AKIA CAINE
15. The Mr. Sklaroff award for exceſſive cuttings of claſs goes to
MALLORY KERNER
STEPHANIE BAZELLE
16. The Bright Eyes foundation ſcholarſhip for demonſtration of emoneſs (New York State diviſion) goes to
GORAN SV....(?)
ZALMAN KELBER
AUDREY HATCH
(Underclaſſmen honorable mention goes to Rebecca Paolucci)
17. The Ms. Hall award for yelling at people until they be quiet goes to
DIANA SANDY
SARAH ANN HEAD
18. The New York State championſhip in perkineſs goes to
ERICA ...(?)
MELISSA YEE
(Underclaſ́men honorable mention goes to Raiſa Oſtapenko)
19. The Maureen Dowd Grant for embodiment of Northeaſtern liberal ſtereotypes goes to
MAIREAD MCGUIRE
MAXINE SPEIER
JON EDELMEN
20. The loud mouthed Jew award goes to
REBECCA STUNDEL
ZALMAN KELBER
Next, it's time for ſome
LIMERICS THAT DESCRIBE LIFE AT STUY
Ahem...
"Goya, an artiſt from Spain"
I repeated this over again
For I'd ſtudied 'till three
Drinking coffee and tea
Yet alas! All my efforts! In vain!
There once was a teacher named Sklaroff
Whoſe head (or it ſeemed) had it's hair off
He's a pain in the aſs
And ſo we cut his claſs
And then we proceeded to pair off [Hey, I'm trying here!! Sklaroff is a hard rhyme!]
The bell! Her ſweet ſound ſhe doth ſend!
And alas, for the ſchool day does end!
As I leave I do ſee
All are happy but me
For I haven't a ſingle good friend
Hark! It's my letter from Yale!
My face now begins to grow pale
The letter is thin
I didn't get in
And ſo all of my efforts have failed.
Finally, I complete my rantings with
THE ZALMAN RANKINGS OF ONLINE SITES THAT PEOPLE OBSESS OVER
1. Xanga (Total Score = 9.7)
2. Sconex (Total Score = 9.1)
3. Facebook (Total Score = 8.7)
4. MySpace (Total Score = 7.8)
4. Live Journal (Total Score = 7.8)
And no, I will not end this entry with "Seniors '06 baby."
This ſentance is here to make ſure that I don't end this entry with "Seniors '06 baby."
As is this one.
EDIT: Forgot to mention: As if anyone cares...
1. Willard
2. South or North mid quads
3. Chapin
4. Alliſon
5. Shepard | | |
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