You're the prettiest thing.

I went on a bike adventure today. I saw many strangers. I relaxed by a giant fountain. I biked for miles. I called old friends. I bought this new drink called "Alive". It made me feel "Alive." I got yelled at by a fat cop for "not wearing protective head gear on the bike trail." I think he thought I was 14. 14 with a scruffy beard. What a bozo.

I wore my american flag shorts because it was quite hot out. It worked out because when I got in the fountain, it was okay that I got wet. It was okay!

This is the very last Sunday I have while on this summer's coop quest. I'm very happy with how I spent the day.

I think I'll do more of these back in Philerdelphius. Discover new places to discover myself. Maybe I'll get lost and meet my wife.

Maybe baby.

BABY BACK RIBS!

Love the planet.
Love Barack Obama.
Love McCain's VP pick. Friggin old dumb idiot fatso.

-Dylan

You're Rich and from the future!

Last night marked a very important time in my life:

The very first after-work night on the town with co-workers. I could write another novel like I did for the Hang Big session with the sneaky asian woman. But I just want to list things because I've got YouTube a capella stars to edit.

SO YESTERDAY:

1- Took the subway to Central Park
2- Paid $10-20 to jam with a street band (drums, upright bass, and saxamaphone)
3- Ate croissant and drank delicious smoothie while watching kids play and talked to momma
4- Met Paramore again. Hayley Williams is the most beautiful woman alive.
5- Kicked butt and got two videos approved :-)
6- Ate lunch with a really great singer
7- Had fun at work
8- Went out to Heartland Brewery with co-workers from New Media. Awesome people.
9- Laughed a ton. Made lotsa jokes.
10- Went to some place and hung out on the cool couches.
11- JOHNNIE DRAMA (Kevin Dillon) showed up and we got our pictures taken. I told him, "You're living my dream man! Thank you!"
He half-smiled at my stupid comment.
12- Got wild and yelled in Times Square:

"McCain eats applesauce for breakfast!"

Then I saw these two nerds on Segways and I asked them, "Whoah cool! Did you buy those?!" To which one fatso replied, "Chyeeahhh?!"

To which I REMARKED:
"THESE GUYS ARE RICH AND FROM THE FUTURE!!!!"

Good times. Real swell times.
Love always and forever. Looking forward to– wait wait

I just remembered I also promised my co-workers I would wrestle the top boss here at Atlantic. We'll see if I survive his deathly grip.

Love you world.
-Dylan

Hang Big

Last night was amazing. Free wine, cheap stretch limos, VIP lounges, and sneaky asian women.

New York City opened up last night and boy. BOY OH BOY was it fun. I've always been afraid of "letting go" and whatever homey. I went friggin nuts. I bought a fedora hat and sweet glasses. I'm apparently a nerd. This girl, Jessie, says I'm a nerd for BLOGGING.

So, HANG BIG. It was me, Matt my roommmmmate, and 3 of his friends from college, Rachel, and the twins, Jessie and Becky. So we ate in Little Italy, and our waiter, TONY, was the man. He kept giving us free delicious and healthy wine. It was a $300 dinner and beyond scrumptious and extravagant. Afterwards, we started walking around town and this asian cutie old woman rubs up against us and says, "hang big?" So I remark with a smile, BUT OF COURSE WE WOULD LOVE TO HANG BIG?! And she returns with a glance of epic proportions. "HANG BIG?!" as she motions to her purse. "Hang....Big? Tirty Dollas..."

It was at this time that I realized that she was attempting to sell us stolen or knock off purses.

To which I remark, "OKAY HOW MUCH TO HANG BIG?!" Then she walked away huffy puffy for my antics.

By the way, before HANG BIG, I "bought" a fedora hat for $10. It was actually on sale for $15. Based on my calculations, I underpaid the old man wearing beer goggles for $5.00. I am a criminal.

Then after that, I looked at what I thought was an immigrant little girl, and I asked her, "Ohhh, Are you selling hats tooo?"
She froze in her place, dropped the hat she was admiring, and retreated to her mother, glancing in fear and regret.


SO we go walking, and my awesome iPhone helped us find the coolest place ever. We were in the depths of SOHO, and we turned left to see a glowing venue of spirits and future, and we marched in.
The bar was completely full, and wearing my fedora hat, and a grin, I asked for the finest bar experience he could offer.

"Follow Me" he said with a flick of the brows, and within moments, we were underground, surrounded by empty bottles and the finest spirits in NYC. I bought some crazy shots for Jessie and I, the rest of the gang found us in our secret lair, and we relaxed surrounded by grown ups. I retreated to the bathroom, washed up, and returned to find Joe and his friend, Chris, sitting with the group. I then peered down to see a shiny new drink sitting on the table. Shrugging my shoulders and smiling, I grabbed the drink and sipped away. Placing it down, I met the eyes of Chris. They were fire. And I was guilty. Again, a criminal. This time of a man's drink. A man's hard earned beverage.

"NICE TO MEET YOU TOO?!" Chris said with a bite. I shook his hand, apologized, and bought some stupid beer for me and the Jessie. It was actually the most crispy beer I've ever bought. So we enjoy ourselves, pay the bill, and follow the stairs up back to real world.

The Peculiar Pub found us ten minutes later. There was roaring excitement as we entered. The Olympics was the matter of celebration. We enjoyed the crowd, and I met Joelle (http://joelleandres.com/). She gave me green vegetable beans covered in salt. The real name of the dish escapes me. They were delicious. So was my Raspberry Woodchuck.

I got bored of the bar, so I wandered outside and started galloping around SOHO in search of a wedding ring for my future wife. By the way, this evening was dedicated to the honeymoon of Jessie and I, so the ring was essential. Fifteen minutes later, I found myself in my fedora hat, purchasing black-rimed emo glasses and starting a street-bound, ecstasy-beckoning rave. Outside the Pinkberry, we danced with raw passion for life.

I returned to my party, gave a bum 2 quarters, and we went on our way. Two minutes later, we heard a familiar "Follow me" again. This time, it came from an old indian man with goofy thin hair. "How many?" he asked our youthful gang. "Five" and we were walking towards a black stretch limo. This was the most unrealistic part of the night. But it happened. And it was magic.

We cruised fifty blocks through New York City in a black stretch limo with a sick cassette player and a broken TV in the back. Cruising through the city, we charmed looks from drivers, passengers, walkers, and lovers. It was simply amazing.

We landed at our final stop of the night, "123 Burger, Shot, Beer" on 51st and 10th. This place is literally the coolest bar in the galaxy. $2 magnificent shots, cheap tiny burgers, and all kinds of beers. It was just outrageous and a ton of fon.

By the end of the night, we received a few text messages from our Italian waiter.

"Becky: I love you, but I'm tired. I'll make it up to you. Call me. I get to your heart through your stomach. Ciao Bella."

The man was awesome. But the man was fifty. And two divorces later.

We made it home, had a fun time. I'm tired. I'm hungry. But boy. I finally had an unforgettable NYC experience. I love the galaxy.

Love always,

Dylan R. Steinberg

Home sweet home

today was the first time I felt a true lonliness in this city. I suppose I'm a bit homesick. I'm definitely enjoying my experiences here, but there's something so powerful about friendship that I have yet to find in this city. I'm reading a book about human beings and there's a whole chapter devoted to "moods". I'm definitely in a sour mood so everything I feel or think has no true bearing. I ail always love pizza and smoothies and babies and the smell of ivory soap. I'm listening to Rubbing Nothing With Nothing right now on my iPhone. The phone is a life saber. The song is all about sex. It was my first true love song. I'm excited to write more. Come September I'll be creating a home and living a in the real world. I think. I hope.

I don't want t forget this past weekend (Jen huynhs bday bash in AC). I gambled and ate millions of crablegs and cheesecake and I danced And wrestled people in my underpants. I felt free. I crashed at dustins place and everyone was there. That was funzo. They're all really swell! After that= breakfast with my family. Then bus bus home.

I'm gonna go home and eat pineapple fried rice with chicken and drink a strawberry banana milkshake and maybe even watch a movie.

Love love love.
Dylan feinberg

Walking Dead Now

I've forgone any internet relationship for the past week and my body is the purest illustration of my insanity. Atlantic has been great- doing lots of videos. The Cab is on YouTube and the fans love love love the fun editing. I'm working on a few projects for a few bands and it's just dandy.

Almost 1 month and I'll be back in Philly.

I directed and produced the UPenn Public Safety and Security video this week- took off Monday and Tuesday. It went extremely well- Tony and Bruce crewed up and it was da bombbbb.

Made friends with strangers.
Saw freestyle rappers last night.
Had my first car accident on Friday night last week. I just bumped their bumper and boy did it not do a thing to my car. Not a scratch. <3 my xterra.

I'm sleepy. Really sleepy. Slept in the cubicle last night because I missed the last bus. I need a full body massage and a decent sleep asap.

I am pomped.
I am pooped.

Hi five,

Dylan

This City was made for this

Growth.

Growth is getting pushed by a stranger and smiling back at a frown and googly eyes and remarking, "I like pizza!"

Today a stranger pushed me, accusing me of running into him. In reality, he tried to trip me down the escalator with his soft briefcase pack, but in failure, decided to start a fist fight with me in a crowded bus terminal. I love this city.

Work was great today- I got paid to just watch adult videos. Literally- it was for a project. I love projects. I love adults. I love videos.

Last weekend, I raced around in my Xterra with Joe and Matt, and went to Ikea. In the parking lot I got really excited, and pulled a fishtail across the lot. I almost made Matt and Joe pee all over the backseat. They were freaking out something awful. It was just lovely.

I love Ikea.

I saw Shinedown a few nights ago and slept in my cubicle. I think I wrote poetry in my last entry about it. It was marvelous. I recommend sleeping in a cubicle in Manhattan to anyone. And their mothers.

I'll be back to Philly this weekend for family and video production. I'm producing and directing a huge video for UPenn's Public Safety division. Itsa bee swonderful.

Love,
Dylan Roberto Steinbergalar

It's just us tonight. No one else exists.

It's 2 AM and I'm sitting comfortably in my cubicle at Atlantic Records headquarters in Manhattan. 27 stories below me fear bustling streets and hot dog carts, still open for the late-night mugger or nomad. I feasted on a chicken wrap not an hour ago, and I've been singing to old songs ever since.

Tonight I saw Shinedown at the Highline. Atlantic reserved the entire upstairs, so we got VIP hanging out party time which was really swell. My boss was real cool and bought me dinner and stuff. He's a real fun boss. I both fear and respect him, which makes him the best leader based on that Machiovelli cutie pie.

Shinedown was so powerful live, and afterwards, I met them. I told them how I edited them in 2D and how they were a lot cooler in 3D.

Seeing tem live, I couldn't help but look around me and smile widely. Just 3 years ago I'd been enjoying shows for Mad Dragon artists, seeing only a handful of students or fans attend. Here I was, VIP with my family of Atlantics, dancing and smiling while hundreds of dedicated fans pounded their fists and begged for more heavy rock. It was just awe-inspiring. I've come from somewhere. And I can't wait to keep going.

I hope to work with kids one day soon. I love em.

Pulling an all-nighter at work tonight. It's gonna be nuts!

Woooooo. I'm working so hard my body knows it. I hope my hair stays on my head for a while.

See you soon buddy bear,

-Dylan