I went in with my usual bundle of nerves. I’m not good enough to be with these people. My writing is shit. Why am I bothering? What if they don’t like me?
These days, choosing between the closet or being out is more akin to sitting quietly and coloring within the lines with only gray crayons, or saying “fuck you” to the quiet, flipping the table and ripping up the coloring book.
“They used to be named Special and Delight, but they sounded like retired strippers.”
“Queer, tender, true. I like those things.” – Gabrielle Hamilton, Mind of a Chef
A look at the stuff that’s fueled my week.
I’ve made it something of a regular occurrence to post anniversary checkins every year at August 15, but this year, my fourth anniversary as a New Yorker came and went. Rather than a long winded essay—as is my wont—I thought it’d be appropriate to post some lessons I’ve learned so far. (Hashtag basic, amirite?) I postedContinue reading “16 Lessons I’ve Learned After 4 Years in New York”
Like, oh, the rest of the world ringing in the New Year, I’m reflecting on 2014. Was it a good year? Yeah, I’d say so. I traveled more, worked harder, developed new skills and largely avoided not dying. Someone get me a prize! The flip side of reflecting on the New Year is dipping aContinue reading “It’s New Year’s. Get Me a Sandwich, Stat.”
It’s the last weekend of Christmas shopping and I’ve basically checked out of consumer culture. Don’t expect much from me this holiday season, unless of course, it’s wine. Or books. From, y’know, the bookstore, not that Internet-commerce hydra, Amazon. Because, try as you might to deny it, bookstores are cool, bro. Cliche, I know, loving bookstores, but!Continue reading “Feeding My Obsessions: New York’s Best Bookstores”
This last month has been quite the doozy and frankly, I’ve been bad at Internet as a result of it. It’s hard to keep up with the blog when there’s so much to do IRL, but let’s give it the whole college try, eh? November was a big month for work: lots of projects, lotsContinue reading “My Cup Runneth Over”
Everyday around 5 PM, I can hear the trains rolling through Mt. Kisco from my desk. The aggressive horn starts off in the distance, and I can’t help but look at my desk clock. The sound comes closer, and I pack my bag. The doppler’d noise goes off into the distance, and I’m getting intoContinue reading “For Public Consumption | Racing Thoughts”