Into the wild, Pennsylvania style

Summer is officially here and the pressure is on. The pressure to have fun. Because during winter you have the ability to complain about weather wrap yourself in blankie and carry on getting fat. But summer is the game changer. All of a sudden, you feel the need to be doing something. But wait, not just something it has to be fun and exciting. You need to fill up that reservoir of ‘Fun Memories’ tank to keep you going through the dark times of winter. This is the time when all of a sudden you have the need to see...

Who is Jenny Lawson?

Let me add some additional justification to the part ‘book’ in the name of this blog (those of you first readers of this blog go here and here to gain a better understanding of what’s happening (and yes, I am tricking you into visiting more of my posts, you totally got me)). Anyhow, another book I will be forcing you to read is Let’s Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson. There will be an unexpected twist to this post but I can’t tell you what it is yet because that’s sort of what makes it unexpected. Here is a...

Car inspection, hammock, movie, psych ward – somehow this will make sense

Now that I have this blog, I feel like I owe you a report on my weekend. No cemeteries this time, only abandoned psych ward. Here it goes. On a Saturday, I was trying to renew inspection on my car. If you’re currently not a lucky car owner, do know that apart from the actual car cost, car insurance, gas money, occasional tickets and towing incidents (that actually happened), you also need to get your car inspected every given period of time. And if you happen to forget to do that, there is a convenient reminding service that leaves you...

Make your smartphone proud

Go out and walk, Brooklyn. The warm weather is upon us. Who would have ever expected that, it’s only June. And after leaving that precious office space, 5 o’clock sharp, you get to see some daylight now. So much so, that you might feel encouraged enough to leave closed spaces all together, meaning your home, meaning on a weekday, meaning without special planning and months of preparations. You can believe me it’s summer if I came home and instead of assuming a compfy position behind my laptop, because I-am-oh-so-tired, I changed and just walked out into the light. It felt...

Not your typical Sunday afternoon

I went to the cemetery today. No, nobody died. Or actually a lot of people previously died. Because that’s how cemeteries get created.  But none of them were of relation to me. The weather was shamefully gorgeous today and what better way to spend it than strolling through a cemetery. Bare with me, this somehow will make sense. Also, this doesn’t mean you go to your closest resting place and wonder about, although if that rocks your boat probably go for it. I went to a historic pace in Brooklyn – Greenwood Cemetery. It’s gigantic with plenty of green wood...

Call me professional interviewer

So, today I got a rejection for yet another corporate interview I attended. Some back story would be appropriate here. I’ve been looking for another job for about a year now. Sad, I know. Not because I’m unemployed, quite the opposite. I am fully employed, earning a fairly life-sustaining salary. But certain days arrive and I appreciate the fact that guns are outlawed in New York. Otherwise, if I had the access to them shit could go down. Now that I think about it, I probably wouldn’t even be the first one to put them to use at my workplace....

Grounds for Sculpture – Find Your Identity

Well kids, today I will tell you about arguably the most Facebooked attraction in the nearby city area. Grounds for Sculpture park in New Jersey. Please accept my deepest apologies for talking about New Jersey. Not particularly a worthy state. I just single handled ruined slightest chance of having any New Jersey audience. But this must be. For if you live in New York, you must not like the New Jersey State. You’re expected to make smug remarks about it, such as calling it “The Garden State’ knowingly shaking your head with a mean facial expression. I do not know...

The Story of Me – Beginning

I’m sure many of you are eager to know more about me. So, I’m creating a new piece to my blog. I shall call it ‘The story of me’. I’ll be posting my memories as they flood back to me. Stay tuned and they might even follow chronological order. So, where does one’s journey begin in life? The first memory? First lost tooth? Getting your period (for girls, I would imagine its wet dreams for boys (don’t quote me on this)). Did you think I will provide you with an answer, or arrive to a logical conclusion here? Not that...

Are you a true RocknRolla?

What does that have to do with anything and what does that even mean? It’s the term I’m stealing from Guy Ritchie’s film, coincidentally named RocknRolla. Why you might ask? Because I like it, would be the simple answer. But we don’t seek simple ways in life. Let’s dwell deeper on the subject. [People ask the question… what’s a RocknRolla? And I tell ’em – it’s not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There’s more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life – some the money, some the drugs, other the...

MoMA PS1 – Not your typical Friday night

Call me the events goer. Because I’ll be telling about yet another artsy thing I attended. This one was in Queens. We seem to be covering NYC geography from all angles so far. Except for Bronx, don’t expect to be reading anything about that part of the jungle any time soon. Maybe the Bronx Zoo. That is, in case I somehow decide to partake in the illicit drugs consumption and travel two hours to see momma bear. So what sort of amazing thing you went to again, you ask? This was a ‘Night at the Museum’ at MoMA PS1. Not...