When I first thought about attending the commencement ceremony, my instinct was: “Why the fuck would I do that?” When I asked my friends, the general consensus was: “I mean, it’s not like it’s Columbia…it’s an MFA from CCNY. Like, WTF.” It’s common knowledge that getting an MFA at City College is as hard as hailing a gypsy…
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Belated V-Day Post: Hallmark of Modernity!
Damn, have there been a lotta things to hate lately! The weather, the MTA, the Russians, the MTA, deBlasio (because you were such an ingenue your first weeks of work, shorting the circuit on the coffee maker and addressing the trans receptionist as He!), the weather. February is traditionally the month in which people, New…
While We’re At It: Seeking a Throwback to BRB
Since we’re already on the subject of internet acronyms, if there’s one textual cyber-abbreviation that has gone the way of the CD-ROM that I genuinely miss, it’s “BRB.” At what point did BRB become obsolete? While the majority of these jumbled letter sets are meant to speed up the typing process, BRB was a way…
And Finally, Photographic Evidence of Hometown Hatred [Part Three (My Response to NYT’s article “Creating Hipsturbia”)]
On a more personal note, I feel morally obligated to state that, while I believe everything I wrote in the past two posts, I do not wish to suggest for any reason that I enjoyed growing up in a town as boring and culture-starved as Hastings-on-Hudson. The one good thing about it was its Metro North…
Remember When We Had That Scotty Rock Assembly? [Part Two (My Response to the NYT’s ‘Creating Hipsturbia’)]
But can we take a moment to really look at what this guy is saying? He states that hipsters are moving – I reiterate, specifically and explicitly – to Hastings-on-Hudson, New York. As someone who had the privilege, or lack thereof, of growing up here, and who, despite living in downtown Manhattan, still works here…
Something Besides Billy Burke Puts Hastings on the Map [Part One (My Response to the NYT’s ‘Creating Hipsturbia’)]
The February 15th New York Times Fashion and Style feature article “Creating Hipsturbia”, by Alex Williams, states that due to rising rents in Brooklyn and the “re-branding” of said borough into “an international style capital”, its inhabitants are hitting the Metro North on the Hudson River Line, passing 125th, 225th, even eschewing Riverdale in favor…
It’s the End of the Year as We Know It
I don’t have time to write much but I wanna write some stuff as the year ends ringing things in twenty twelve is done. Started with a straight blackout, downtown, mezcal, lotta shouts, ex BF ran through the streets and almost got away. Woke up fucked in Elmhurst, Queens, found out I’d been really mean,…
Post-Christmas Contemplations on Existence, Etcetera
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to my blog. It’s the throes of the holiday season, and this site, despite about a month having passed since the last post, has gotten 30 hits today, which means that everyone is sitting on their ass at home looking for something borderline interesting that doesn’t involve food…
Update: Happy New Year!
At last write-in, I was over-tired in the Detroit airport after a night lying terrified on a yoga mat while a definite child molester cleaned the floor around my head seventeen times with a linoleum Zamboni. I was in NY for three weeks, two of them accompanied with the BF, with whom I ravaged NYC…
Breakup Special Part I: Objective Facts
After four months of being in a relationship with a certain Veracruzano, I went on a nearly month-long jaunt around the Carribean – Mexico and Belize. The future of said relationship was at this point in time, uncertain. Though the love was indeed there, the future was completely up in the air. I was to…
Ultimate Roommate Rant: I’m Loving Angels Instead
The best living quarters of my existence had always been the one bedroom apartment on West 10th and Jane Street in the Village. I lived there for from the summer of 86 until the end of 87, and though I remember absolutely nothing, I remain certain that, location and apartment-wise, these…
