Wednesday, November 24, 2004
"At least they covered Mother Teresa's nipples . . ."
Inaugural entry!
As I sipped on my fourth vodka tonic within the dark cavern that is the back lounge at Aroma, more than one person mentioned that I should have an online journal (dare I say blog) to chronicle my forthcoming adventures in New York. Already I had my "Dairy of a Nomad" on Guardian Talk to span the month and a half that I was without permanent residence. So it seemed like a natural progression.
"In the beginning . . ."
Four days shy of my twenty-sixth birthday, I moved from Washington DC to an industrial (ie: slightly dodgy) section of East Williamsburg, Brooklyn. The large draw of this locale, apart from the wonton factory across the street, was the cheap rent and spacious loft. Why would I move from Washington and leave my job of four years to move to a dodgy section of Brooklyn? Good question.
In short, it was time for a change.
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2 comments:
What are you going to be doing in NY? What's the wanton factory?
I'm an Art Director at a small publisher.
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