I’m sure most of the other travel bloggers out there would cite some sort of hunger for adventure or yearning for excitement as essential to the trade. You need to be down for anything on a moment’s notice. That’s bullshit. You can actually be a fantastic travel blogger without those qualities (I would say, in many cases, those characteristics are actually impediments to kickass travel blogging). Instead, the key is to be able to see meaning in everything you do and turn it into a story.
When I walk through my apartment, I don’t see stuff – I see experiences. The painting hanging over my couch? That’s from the $1 auction stunt with artist Nelson Diaz. The Casey’s coffee mug? It kicks off memories of a consulting assignment I had outside Toronto back in 2002 and how we used to play “credit card roulette” to see who would pick up the tab at dinner (Casey’s is a restaurant where we used to have lunch). And each of these stories triggers a hundred more … which is probably why nobody visits my apartment.
I love the work that’s been going on at impromptu art gallery 25CPW. There have been some excellent shows passing through the empty retail space at W 62nd St and Central Park West. It’s been great to see some art on the Upper West Side … finally!
Need an alternative to the traditional gallery scene? Check out the new art exhibition on the Upper West Side. Ten artists, calling themselves 25CPW, have taken over a vacant commercial space on Central Park West. Their new show, 10 from 25: Emerging Artists Using Photography, will run through December 13, 2009. Read the whole story at Luxist.
I’ve seen this guy pop up in my neighborhood from time to time. This is the first time I’ve actually seen him, until now, I’ve only spotted his van. I was much happier when he was only a theory. His sign shows that he keeps track of current events, not just the murder of John Lennon.
I am so fucking happy that it’s getting cooler out. I hate hot weather and love fall. The walk into the office today is going to be amazing. I hope this holds out, because I’m ready to trade in shorts for jeans.
I have a window by my computer, and the breeze is just blowing right in. Fuckin’ fantastic. Coffee even tastes better when the weather gets like this. I know, it sounds strange, but it’s absolutely true. Well, it’s true for Starbucks Yukon blend made in a French press (excuse me … “Freedom” press).
Oh, just a heads up for those who like the Yukon blend– Starbucks is getting rid of it. They say it’s being replaced with something similar but not as acidic, but I say don’t mess with perfection.
This picture (thanks, Brian) was taken outside my old apartment, up on W 85th St. That neighborhood was better for bars, my current ‘hood is better for restaurants. But, I still want to march my ass up to Prohibition, soon. It’s an awesome bar, with great people, hot “talent” and excellent drinks.