Monthly Archives: May 2009

Making the recession look stylish

I can relate to Little Boots. One reason I’m glad I live in Williamsburg right now is that money doesn’t stop anyone from having a good time. I have a theory that the trust-funded hipsters here spend money so carelessly that it creates slack, allowing people in the food and entrtainment industries to treat the more endearing, non trust-funded variety to their services while asking for nothing in return but a smile. Well, it’s either because of that or the fact that most businesses are owned by Hasidic Jews and run almost completely off-the-books…

Interesting things I found while cleaning my desk

I live a fast, entropic life. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, things always seem to fall into place around me. Unfortunately, that means that some things STAY in that place until something major happens and I finally reorganize everything. I moved around a lot as a kid and this is a sort-of cleansing ritual I picked up that helps me transition. Also, I lose a lot of things. Here are some interesting things I thought I had lost that I found this time around:


  • My passport (under a pile of take-out menus).
  • The spacebar of my old laptop. Also, the ctrl key :( It was a slow death.
  • 2 Cicada skins stored in the box my folder knife came in. This may seem like a weird thing to keep, but who knows how much longer certain creatures have on Earth? What if one day they just don’t emerge from their 13-year hibernation cycle because we’ve destroyed all their habitats? It will be something to show the hypothetical grand kids. Although, insects are pretty resilient, and so perhaps maybe THEY should be keeping human remnants in their cluttered living spaces.
  • Four cocktail napkins with column-fodder scribbled on them in pen from election night 2008. Good, I need column ideas.
  • An actual old-school Zine — Rumpshaker — the prequel to the modern blog, which I find fascinating.
  • A folder labeled “IMPORTANT PAPERS to NOT lose.” It is empty and I am worried about the implications of that.
  • My Social Security card – shoved inside an envelope that I almost threw away.
  • THIS calculator, with which I can divide by zero and instantly make a black hole.
  • “Survival of implanted fetal dopamine cells and neurologic improvement 12 to 46 months after transplantation for Parkinson’s disease,” from NJEM — a paper I was reading for an article I never wrote.
  • A folder labeled “unsent letters,” the contents of which should remain there, permanently.
  • Buried under stacks of magazines at the very bottom of everything, a phone number scrawled on a cocktail napkin, given to me in exchange for mine by a French guy. We never called each other. You know my reason; his was that he was too shy. He felt bad about it every time I saw him after that, especially when I unknowingly started seeing his roommate. As you can imagine, that did not last long.
  • My USB card reader that I’ve been needing since I killed my point-and-shoot and discovered my roommate’s won’t sync to my MacBook with just a cord.
  • $6.14 in change.