Kill the occupation, Sir, economy can’t keep you captive.
Barred with paper clips and emails, files cannot dig tunnels.
Sir, break this Corporation. Your job is your Agency.
Sijo
Sep 25, 2009
Sep 21, 2009
Momo Fook Who?
I watched the Giants beat the Cowboys last night at a friend’s place in Spanish Harlem. It took me 14 minutes on the bus to travel from 122nd St to 103rd St. I left his place at halftime and jogged home in 7 minutes. From his door to mine is almost exactly one mile. If I were to use the subway, it would take me about 10 minutes. I had access to a car the night before—a real-life, working automobile—I drove my friend the same distance in 3 minutes.
Some friends from DC were here this weekend, hence the automobile. I believe this convertible is a 2008 Chrysler Crossfire Roadster. Petite is great in New York, especially for parking, but it isn’t so great when three people travel in a two-seater. I spent the day riding the console between two wonderful ladies with my head high above the windshield. Wind blew through my freshly cut, military style hair. I felt like Karen Carpenter, only with a double-chin, on top of the world. Nearly every passerby looked twice at the oddity.
While driving in Manhattan toward Brooklyn on 2nd Ave, we thought it wise to leave the top down. My head and neck bent to the side, I received a phone call from number unknown. I squirmed into my pocket, inadvertently adjusting the car into neutral, and answered. The connection was bad, “I’ll call you back,” I said. My friend called back instead.
“Hi, I’m calling on behalf of Chase Young,” she said. Turns out, one of the Craigslist movie extra gigs I had applied for while bored at work wanted me to come in for an interview/photo-shoot of some kind. My agent scheduled an appointment. Although, we missed it due to traffic and scam concerns.
Trapped inside this tiny car, squeezed between two girls on a plastic console, stuck in traffic on Brooklyn Bridge on our way into a petrified island—I felt freedom come back to me. It was a perfect time for a freedom cry.
Minus the $12 Ramen Noodles at Momofuku, it was a perfect end to a great summer.
Some friends from DC were here this weekend, hence the automobile. I believe this convertible is a 2008 Chrysler Crossfire Roadster. Petite is great in New York, especially for parking, but it isn’t so great when three people travel in a two-seater. I spent the day riding the console between two wonderful ladies with my head high above the windshield. Wind blew through my freshly cut, military style hair. I felt like Karen Carpenter, only with a double-chin, on top of the world. Nearly every passerby looked twice at the oddity.
While driving in Manhattan toward Brooklyn on 2nd Ave, we thought it wise to leave the top down. My head and neck bent to the side, I received a phone call from number unknown. I squirmed into my pocket, inadvertently adjusting the car into neutral, and answered. The connection was bad, “I’ll call you back,” I said. My friend called back instead.
“Hi, I’m calling on behalf of Chase Young,” she said. Turns out, one of the Craigslist movie extra gigs I had applied for while bored at work wanted me to come in for an interview/photo-shoot of some kind. My agent scheduled an appointment. Although, we missed it due to traffic and scam concerns.
Trapped inside this tiny car, squeezed between two girls on a plastic console, stuck in traffic on Brooklyn Bridge on our way into a petrified island—I felt freedom come back to me. It was a perfect time for a freedom cry.
Minus the $12 Ramen Noodles at Momofuku, it was a perfect end to a great summer.
Sep 17, 2009
Prior Ties
My big sister photographs for fun. She’s not bad. In fact, sometimes people pay for her service. She posts some work, which often includes family members, here. Two of the photos are of particular interest to me; in these, my little sister is pictured wearing a plaid tie. I have ties to Idaho. The majority of my belongings remain there, including most of my tie collection.
Prior to New York, I recently graduated college. More school was not an option, and I wanted out of my current occupation. The big city, “professional” life seemed attractive and adventurous. So, I entered New York a fish out of water, and eventually, I will leave the ocean for a small stream. This is not to say, however, that I do not like the ocean. It helped me realize my personal priorities.
What do you want to do with your life? A common question asked of students. Post graduation provides reflection.
In New York, I’ve seen a new world. On top of a skyscraper, I look down at Central Park, Chinatown, Harlem, Brooklyn, Queens, the entire New York Metropolitan Sea. In its water I see a clear reflection of my life – family, friends, goals and aspirations, and priorities. New York is my big sister, Idaho my little. She has been of great help, but now my little sister needs me.
Prior to New York, I recently graduated college. More school was not an option, and I wanted out of my current occupation. The big city, “professional” life seemed attractive and adventurous. So, I entered New York a fish out of water, and eventually, I will leave the ocean for a small stream. This is not to say, however, that I do not like the ocean. It helped me realize my personal priorities.
What do you want to do with your life? A common question asked of students. Post graduation provides reflection.In New York, I’ve seen a new world. On top of a skyscraper, I look down at Central Park, Chinatown, Harlem, Brooklyn, Queens, the entire New York Metropolitan Sea. In its water I see a clear reflection of my life – family, friends, goals and aspirations, and priorities. New York is my big sister, Idaho my little. She has been of great help, but now my little sister needs me.
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