New York is...

...all i know, for the most part. The object of my affection and the source of my abundance of nervous energy. As a native, a REAL native, NOT a long-term transplant, a product of the sub-urbs, a poser, a out-of-towner or a malcontent hipster...all of these things are both the bane of my existence and the source of my environment's influx of wealth and prosperity. THIS, is the crux of my species' (manhattanite) paradox...we get priced out of our own neighborhoods, over-looked for jobs because we have no desire to mearly subsist or be used and taken advantage of by the older generations of New Yorkers, who, in their infinite wisdom have decided that you can have two overly eager transplants do the job of a savvy, over-achieving New Yorker for half the price. YET, our city continues to prosper at a staggering rate and the development of previously ignored or unknown territories (LES, Murray Hill, Hell's Kitchen, Harlem, etc.) seems to have no clear end in sight. Our habitat has evolved greatly from the crack infested cesspool that we grew up in, but at what cost? What has transpired in the time New York City has seen this great and visible transformation?

Blogging is for ...

...people with too much time on their hands, losers, shut-ins, aspiring _______ , anyone with half a brain and a whole lot of opinions, and me, a castaway of the magazine world, underfunded, underwhelmed and overpaid. I'm gonna set this off by a classic rant about how nobody really cares about what you think, or what you are TRYING to convey on your lowly blog, so lets get down to brass tax and admit, its a great form of mental masturbation and a way for your friends to see it and say, "hey maybe he's not as dumb as he seems when i see him leaning against a wall, shit-faced trying to complete a grammatically correct sentence." basically, its all about proving to whoever you need to prove it to, that you have a viewpoint, and or something to say about something.

let's get convoluted, and keep it funky.

Funk in the trunk