Things I like about 2011.

The weather has been sort of nice. I mean, it’s been above freezing and there hasn’t been a ton of wind (anything above 32 I now consider to be warm). I’d call this nature’s apology for totally fucking me with that blizzard the other week. I never actually felt like nature would have the balls to off me until that night, and it wasn’t in some far away forest like I might have imagined as a kid—it was in Park Slope on my way home from work.

I am awake before 11:00am.

I feel hungry for the first time in awhile. Since I’ve been in New York I’ve been eating non-stop strictly for indulgence. My pants don’t fit anymore. I’ve told my friends to stop inviting me to the bar. I’ve gone anyway. The Commodore has the best bar food in America. And today I feel hungry and am not sporting a hangover.

I’ve been offered a job and have had to learn the adult contradiction of turning it down. Who turns jobs down? I guess people do. In 2011, that is.

My hair is long. This is awesome.

I’m single. And I like it. Being alone is rad. For awhile it was pretty pathetic feeling, but lately I enjoy wanting to be in my own place without anyone else.

I’m writing again. What you see here is nothing at all spectacular. I’ve started writing on a tumblr that is my new love child, Bosom Buddies. I haven’t had that much fun writing in awhile.

Oh, and I’m not getting on a plane to go back west today, like I was scheduled to. I am in New York, and for once life is here. Not elsewhere.

For the first time in my adult life, I can sleep (and well) when I’m by myself without a single light on.

This is more revolutionary than one would guess. It’s not a matter of being electricity conscious, as it should be since I’m the power bill holder, it’s a matter of luxurious, plush mental comfort. All is right with the world when the sun goes down and lights are out. Just another interlude before I get to swim in freedom again.

GPOYW.

Brought to you by this summer’s most hated (and adored) jumpsuit. Might need to wear it today.

A few drinks deep, post my first MLB game. The Giants lost. Sadness ensued. Then more alcohol. Then pizza and sitcoms.

Me at work. Just arrived. Not so much action on a food truck when no one is drunk yet. Like those lips? I haven’t worn lipstick since I was 14. I’m digging it.

Things I miss about my childhood.

Younger Chevy Chase.

Younger Bill Murray.

The previous millenium in general.

Crystal Pepsi commercials…

Religious summer visits to an amusement park called Lagoon.

Wicker.

Bologna sandwiches.

Carpeted school walls.

Crock pot dinners.

Stretch pants.

A legitimate fear of aliens.

K bye!

GPOYW: The One Day Late Edition.

Me in Napa two weeks ago. I snapped this at the house of Mondavi after a small wine tasting. I ended up buying two bottles before I hit the road.

Many, many summer freckles.

Today I was fired from my job as a baker for being overqualified.
“You’ve got skills,” someone who did not hire me said. “We are going to hire someone we can train.”

Sigh.

 

Just a diddy.

During my formative years, I wasn’t allowed to listen to rap music. So, when I was 22, I moved to Bed-Stuy.

I came online and consulted the tumblr staff blog to make sure GPOYW was still a real thing (which I found no evidence of). Then I thought to myself, is it even Wednesday? Unemployment and starting a business really did a number on my ability to account for days, and likewise now that I am a baker it really takes a lot out of me to be mixing sugar and flour all day, but luckily pastry alchemy sexy.

In celebration of my new computer and a spotty background of things yet to be unpacked (or repacked, as I am taking my hand at having things sold in an all American yard sale this weekend), I give you the gratuitous first Mac photos, complete with mild effect play and a lack of technicolor.