December 2007
11 posts
Ugh
Both of the magazines I subscribe to had double issues for the holidays. I’ve had nothing to read at the gym or before bed for the past week. It’s times like this I wish I liked Law
Something I'll Never Do To My Kids ...
… Give them a name with a unique spelling. Who wants to spend their whole life explaining it’s Jayson with a Y?
In The Mood To Give Money Away?
In the two and a half years since I graduated from college, the only thing I can say I’ve done for the world is not bought bottled water. Not so for my college friend Stephanie Curry, who has recently started her own charity in Paraguay.
Her organization, The Healthier Homes Project, gives women in rural Paraguay clean stoves, which is healthier for them than cooking
over an open fire.
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Existential Realization
In high school, I didn’t start skateboarding and I didn’t join cheerleading. But I did go through my own existentialist phase.
By the time I was taking A.P. tests, I had read most everything Albert Camus had published humously and posthumously. But like a skateboarding teenager, I knew deep down I was a fake. I mean, how much could I understand about existentialism if my mom had to drive me...
The Year In Read, 2007
Last year, I was nearly sued over a flippant review. Considering my own literary ambitions and incredibly googable name, I’ll save my nasty comments for family functions.
This year, I read, or tried to read, 45 books. I live pretty deep in Brooklyn and enjoy taking the subway. Also, I’m a loser. Full list after the jump.
A Heart Breaking Work A Staggering Genius, Dave Eggers
The Long...
2007 Is So Over
Pronouncements about the end of the year come too quickly. There are still sixteen days left of 2007, and as the past fortnight taught me, a lot can happen in two weeks. It’s too soon for definitive statements about 2007, but I’m ready for some unambiguous ambitions for 2008.
A friend once asked me why people wait until the holidays to be nice and resolve to change their lives. A whale oil...
Dude, It's Not 2004
I’m thinking of boycotting all social events sent via e-vite. Uprisings can’t work alone. Who’s with me?
N.B. Expect a similar post about Facebook events in 2010.
Voyeur's Misdelight
Reading about the decline of my ex-co-worker’s marriage is much more unpleasant than I would have imagined.
Divorce and a Haircut, Two Bits, New York Times
'In 1902, Father Built A House At The Crest Of The...
Growing up in Westchester has its perks. For one, my neighbor, E.L. Doctorow, was the author of the sentence above. That line is the opening of Ragtime. The book started off with him staring at the wall of his house on Broadview Avenue and ended with a musical adaption on Broadway.
Another perk of growing up in Westchester is I never carried keys because my parents saw no reason to lock the...
'New! AIM Chat In Gmail'
‘The entire point of living in Connecticut or Westchester is to limit your exposure to people who are from Long Island and New Jersey,’ said one magazine editor who has been commuting from Westport, Conn., through Grand Central for over a decade.
-Beneath Their Stations, The New York Observer
That’s kind of exactly how I feel about gchat.
Music For The Teenage Years
You’ve Got Yr. Cherry Bomb by Spoon
Killing Machine by How I Became The Bomb
If you’re like every other person in 2007, you probably fell in love with Spoon’s album Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga. And like most people, “You’ve Got Yr. Cherry Bomb” was probably your favorite track. (Sorry, your taste is not as unique as you had previously hoped.)
Well, if you liked that...