Worst. Blogger. Ever.
is this guy. Me, I mean. Where’ve I been? I’ll tell you. The city was getting to me. It got to the point where I couldn’t walk down 6th Avenue without feeling like I was going to lash out and smack...
View Article(Dis)connected
The smartest purchase I made before quitting my job has to be the wireless card for my computer. It doesn’t matter if I’m checking my email or on iChat or scanning Missed Connections, if I’m out of my...
View ArticleThe rain, it’s plain, was making me insane
When you don’t have a job you have no reason to leave the house – and little desire to, either, because it seems like you can’t take a step forward without losing $20 in this town. So I was spending my...
View ArticleThe who train goes to the what now?
So I’m on the N and as we pull into Canal St. the conductor announces, “Transfer here to the IRT 4-5-6 upstairs.” That set me back a second – nobody, as far as I know, calls the 4-5-6 the IRT anymore....
View ArticleAn Open Memo to the Women of New York
Dear Ladies, Flip-flop weather is over. No, it’s true. I’m sorry to be the one to break it to you, but if you haven’t noticed, it’s 50 degrees out there. I have seen scarves, gloves, and knitted hats...
View ArticleNice Work (If You Can Get It)
I just had possibly the greatest job interview ever. I didn’t want the job, she didn’t want to hire me, we parted on amiable terms, and she told me to follow my heart (i.e., follow it down to the lobby...
View ArticleYay snow!
I love the first snow of the year. Even though it’s already turning gray and mushy on the street outside my apartment building, when I first woke up this morning it was quiet and white and pristine....
View ArticleScrooge likes the gingerbread latte (with skim)
So I was in one of my many local Starbuckses this afternoon, and I noticed a basket set up for a toy drive. The instructions ask that customers (excuse me, “guests”) leave a new, unwrapped toy or book...
View ArticleStrike update from the lazy south Brooklyn front
Like Dana, I am telecommuting today, although I have a feeling that there isn’t much going on in the office since there’s very little being, uh, “commuted” my way. Although the day started early with...
View ArticleLike choosing between Mom’s and Dad’s house
When I first moved into my apartment in Park Slope, we lived above an empty storefront that had previously been a travel agency and before that, according to my roommate, some kind of brothel. A few...
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