Montreal.
June 3: Take unbelievably anticlimactic last final exam.
June 4-8: Pack up apartment, tearful goodbyes.
Pennsylvania.
June 8: 10-hour drive to PA with the family.
June 9: Eat cheesesteaks, watch MTV.
NYC.
June 10: Train to NYC, get into new apartment in Bed-Stuy at 11 PM.
June 11: First day of work.
June 12-July 3: Work full-time, though mostly from my own bed.
Pennsylvania.
July 4-6: Celebrate America's birthday by watching acquaintances from high school play beer pong. Feel less than thrilled about the Land of the Free.
NYC.
July 7: Mugged. Sucks.
July 11: Move from serious ghetto Bed-Stuy to serious yuppie Brooklyn Heights.
Photographic evidence:
Monday, July 14, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Skyscrapers and Everything
Okay so yeah, there are big changes afoot. A list of things I said I'd never do and have now either done or will do:
1. Move to New York City
2. Buy and/or use a Mac
3. Live in a house without a TV
4. Take a job that requires me to start working at 7 AM
5. A fucking Mac? Really? Who am I?
Even though every one of you jerks that reads this knows what I'm doing, I'll write it out because I'm a writer now and that's what I do. I write. Words.
I'm working for that most bloggish of blogrings, Gawker Media, on one of their more respectable sites, the nerd-fest of electronic gadgetry that is Gizmodo. All the Gawker blogs work out of the same office, a giant loft of exposed brick and chrome and black plastic and glass up in Soho, which I've been assured is a real place. I still have no idea where anything is or what it's called, clearly. More exciting is that I'm living not just in Brooklyn but in Bed-Stuy, birthplace of:
1. Illustrious rappers, including Biggie, GZA, Talib Kweli, Busta Rhymes, Fabolous, and Jay-Z
2. Actors, including Chris Rock, Jackie Gleason, and Vanessa Williams
3. Director Spike Lee
4. Judge Judy.
I haven't gotten shot yet, but, you know, fingers crossed!
New York is okay, I think. It's fucking hot as balls and my apartment doesn't have air conditioning, and it's unmanageably big and rent is retarded and I can't leave my bike locked outside overnight and everyone has this attitude like if you don't live in this city you're some country bumpkin. But on the other hand, it kind of is the center of the universe, which is a fun thing to experience. There are lots of silly hipsters to laugh at, the metro is surprisingly solid, the beer is good and the grocery store around the corner sells sofrito and wooden barrels of live crabs from the ocean.
Enn Why See: B+ after four days.
I'd write more about Gawker, and trust me I already have ridiculous stories after only two and a half days of work, but I think they like firing people for talking shit on personal blogs so I'll hold off. I will, however, take a few pictures tomorrow and post them up, so check back. Bye y'all.
1. Move to New York City
2. Buy and/or use a Mac
3. Live in a house without a TV
4. Take a job that requires me to start working at 7 AM
5. A fucking Mac? Really? Who am I?
Even though every one of you jerks that reads this knows what I'm doing, I'll write it out because I'm a writer now and that's what I do. I write. Words.
I'm working for that most bloggish of blogrings, Gawker Media, on one of their more respectable sites, the nerd-fest of electronic gadgetry that is Gizmodo. All the Gawker blogs work out of the same office, a giant loft of exposed brick and chrome and black plastic and glass up in Soho, which I've been assured is a real place. I still have no idea where anything is or what it's called, clearly. More exciting is that I'm living not just in Brooklyn but in Bed-Stuy, birthplace of:
1. Illustrious rappers, including Biggie, GZA, Talib Kweli, Busta Rhymes, Fabolous, and Jay-Z
2. Actors, including Chris Rock, Jackie Gleason, and Vanessa Williams
3. Director Spike Lee
4. Judge Judy.
I haven't gotten shot yet, but, you know, fingers crossed!
New York is okay, I think. It's fucking hot as balls and my apartment doesn't have air conditioning, and it's unmanageably big and rent is retarded and I can't leave my bike locked outside overnight and everyone has this attitude like if you don't live in this city you're some country bumpkin. But on the other hand, it kind of is the center of the universe, which is a fun thing to experience. There are lots of silly hipsters to laugh at, the metro is surprisingly solid, the beer is good and the grocery store around the corner sells sofrito and wooden barrels of live crabs from the ocean.
Enn Why See: B+ after four days.
I'd write more about Gawker, and trust me I already have ridiculous stories after only two and a half days of work, but I think they like firing people for talking shit on personal blogs so I'll hold off. I will, however, take a few pictures tomorrow and post them up, so check back. Bye y'all.
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