Thirtysomething

The smattering of laundromats and Chinese greasy spoons are now punctuated by the occasional transplant from Park Slope. We have Bar Corvo on the left and Kim Chee Tacos on the right.

With a lack of a better party to go to, I figured I’ll just blather on Tumblr.  And it’s an easy way for me to save unresearched and half-processed thoughts somewhere for future reference.

How will the “stories” concept evolve?  After all, we’ve all been sitting around campfires gesturing at each other and putting dyes on cave walls in some form for thousands of years.

Well, I believe the definition of whether you love your job, is whether you look forward to Mondays. If too many weeks go by without this feeling, you should start evaluating your situation and working out if you could be happier somewhere else. Don't settle. Life's

Today I spent two hours at the chiropractor and left around 6 pm. All in all about three or four hours at the office. I'm not sure if anyone noticed. It's been strange - being shuffled aside. Except for the one asshole who is totally passive aggressive

My head dive into the world of Flickr and Facebook and Tumblr - yes my work bled into my life - made me forget how grand and deep and satisfying words can be.  It's time to rectify that.