As you might know, I am a full time Internet
I edit video in New York and I reblog things that make me feel clever.
"fuck your bad vibes bro" — ughwhocares
"quit fucking up my zen, jackass" — party-wok
"Go fuck yourself. #LYLAS!" — whatwhatwhat
"dad ur drunk i can tell" — llhenley
"YAY JAMISON THAT IS HOW I MEANT IT" — luckypaperstars
"Whoa, that IS really cool about ferns." — taoistdrunk
"not saying, just saying" — johndarnielle
"Brilliant use of Larry David. Brilliant." — coketalk
"i rescind all objections" — twentysomethingfloater
"if you want to start shit, have some fucking balls." — nedhepburn
"hahahaha perfect" — nickdivers
Bridgeport CT always makes me think of Waterbury, or H2Obury as on of the junior counselors at my summer camp called it. Of course he ended up getting kicked out for hooking up with a girl in the rocketry workshop underneath the mess hall, but. We al have out regrets. He drunk dialed me one summer later, this was before I drank, and I think that’s the last time we spoke.
He had an identical twin. I think his name was James?
The tide is super low right now and I feel like that’s important.
Lots of broken windows in Bridgeport.
Shout out to the girl next to me watchin Les Mis on her iPad vertically.
Shout out to the kids at the skate park under I-95.
Shout out to the baby that cries whenever we pass a cemetery.
Anybody know which direction I have to walk to get to the café car? I need a bag of chips to put down this whiskey hangover for good.
Shout out to my new dress pants that give me about 15% of a Beckham butt.
Shout out to Allo Darlin’ for catchy easy indie guitar music, like Rilo Kiley without the bite.
Shout out to strip malls and junk yards and woods.
Shout out to no buildings taller than four stories.
I don’t have life goals but if I did at least one would involve salt marshes and tidal inlets and wooden boats.
Shout out to Another World for perfectly capturing the slowness and sadness and stillness of eastern Connecticut on film and giving me something to shoot for if I ever get my act together.
New York, I’ll be back soon. Just have to take care of some things first.
I just ran down Central Park West and saw the generators from the front page of the New York Post. They’re like four feet tall.
I’m iffy on the whole marathon thing — I think it would be a great story of triumph, but since people are still starving/dying/trapped in their high-rise housing projects maybe we shouldn’t be triumphing yet — but those generators don’t seem big enough to make a major impact in the hurricane response.
Maybe I’m wrong.
There were about four or five news crews down there though, along with one newly married couple and their photographer, and a bunch of disappointed tourists gazing longingly over the walls surrounding Central Park.
I ended up buying a water bottle from a three-year-old running a hurricane relief fund. I gave him four dollars, all the cash I had on me, and his dad tried to give me two water bottles. I think he was trying to get rid of all the cookies and water they had because people were just donating money. Hopefully he figures out that there are places that need food and water more than passers-by on CPW.
Started a training schedule for a half marathon. We’ll see how that goes.
It sounds like we should have power back at work tomorrow night. I’ll probably go in on Sunday to empty the trash and clean the office a bit. A video editing house is not much good without electricity.
Digital camera is fine. Phone calls and texts are okay. Email only if absolutely necessary. No games, no Google Maps, no Tumblr, no Twitter, no Foursquare, no Facebook, no RunKeeper, no iTunes, from when I step on the ferry to Block Island to the moment I get back to Point Judith.
Here’s how I’ll occupy my time instead:
In short, I’m shooting for 96 hours not sucked into the three inch screen of my iPhone.
Along with a love of the English language and a lust for the sea, it would appear I have inherited from my father the same chronic high blood pressure he’s been dealing with for the last thirty years. Stage 1 hypertension, 140 over 90. Correlates with shortened life expectancy, higher risk of stroke and heart disease, and a bunch of other things I don’t really want to worry about at age 24.
Better to know, I suppose. Now I have a real reason to run every morning and keep my diet reasonable. Anybody has any advice or similar experiences, let me know.