I took the day off to spend some time with my dad before he takes off tomorrow afternoon. Having helped him install track lighting and bookshelves last weekend just doesn’t seem to be ideal quality time.
Posts under ‘Everyday’
Summer awakening
One of the strangest turns my life has recently taken is that one of my new job duties includes interviewing CEOs and other top executives about the latest in business, technology, and marketing.
Home is where the books are
I tried to employ Real Simple’s best practices.
About time for Obama
I’m listening to some people in the building next door cheer at the Obama news.
They erupt into sporadic applause every few minutes.
Now with more answers
Q: When are you going to post pictures of the new apartment?
A: When the living floor isn’t completely covered by boxes, which is to say, in 2009. Seriously, I’m planning on getting the place set up when my dad comes up for a visit at the end of the week.
Brain death of a salesman
I’ve been getting a lot of emails lately from people asking me to advertise products and services on this blog. It’s especially nice when these products and services don’t require enlarging a penis, because I don’t have a penis. And some of you readers out there do, but I’d like to think that you aren’t so self-conscious about it.
My wallet and I are ready for our close-up
I started this blog in 2005 anticipating a handful of visitors, most of whom would come from the same gene pool as me. But over the years, it’s grown to have some faithful readers who can and can’t spell, do and don’t email. On Monday, a reporter from AM New York (hi, David!), NYC’s widely-read free daily newspaper, emailed me. He said he enjoys the blog and wanted to know if I’d talk to him about the recession, specifically, how it’s affecting my life as a young New Yorker.
Taking the beauty regimen outside
Despite my drying green face masque, I’m currently considering walking to the bodega at the end of the block for a cool beverage.
Working out my yoga pants
My third grade teacher, Mrs. Stovall, once read the class a book called If You Give a Mouse a Cookie. The point of it was, if you give a single rodent a cookie, it wants milk and so on until the entire mouse population goes extinct from morbid obesity. And what’s so bad about that?
D-List cewebrity
Yesterday, exactly one month before my next, quarter century-turning birthday, was beautiful. I’d been editing and such at work for a few hours when I got an offer for especially lucrative freelance work from my mentor. It’ll require very quick turnaround next week, but that’s all the better to enjoy an unburdened (next) weekend with, my dear.
