I am all moved into my new place, as of a few minutes ago. After the paint job and removing a lot of the stuff that was already in the room, I feel pretty comfortable with the zen simplicity. It is nice to finally unpack everything and no longer live out of my luggage.
I’m talking literally (and perhaps figuratively as well). I am going this evening to paint my new room in anticipation for this weekend’s move-in. It is curious that as I settle into New York life, many of the work projects I am considering are from far flung places (SF, LA, and Hamburg, Germany). I may also need to travel to these places to complete some of the work, although anyone who knows me knows that travel is almost never a complication, but rather an inducement. Still, I wonder if I should “hunker down” (professionally at least) a bit more locally…
Yesterday, in an effort to promote my new site and get some work, I did something I very rarely do: I emailed everyone in my address book. Out of some three hundred or so email addresses, about a fifth of them bounced as undeliverable, which is fairly normal as people swap email addresses all the time, and the probability that an adress from five years ago or more will still be valid is fairly low. Still, a large number of mails reached people that I hadn’t spoken to in a long time, and many of them responded with questions, comments or news of their lives. I love the randomness of who responded and in what manner. They were as varied as a friend from high school, people I have met on my travels, former colleagues, and distant relations. And just like that, we (re)collect pieces of our past, and reconnect with something, whether a time or place or memory. I am most fascinated by the nature of the act of reaching out to everyone (even if in a somewhat mundane way of looking for work), because some of the most amazing things come from the random and the unexpected. The intersections present in those moments of receiving contact, the particulars of each person (their humor or mood, whether they are in a rush or relaxing) all contribute to possible responses or none at all. And out of the past, something new and different is created in the present.
I am happy to report that I now have found an apartment, and I will be moving in at the end of the week. The people I will be sharing with seem very cool, and the apartment setup is quite nice as each room is separated by common space, and there is a living room, dining room and kitchen. It is at 143rd street, higher north than I have ever lived in Manhattan, but timing it to where I normally seem to spend a lot of my time (around 14th street), it is only about 30 minutes (versus 45 from where I was in Brooklyn). And the subway is less than a five minute walk from the apartment. When people ask what neighborhood I live in, I jokingly refer to it as Canada, which everyone but my friend Sivan seems to appreciate. She tells me it is offensive, but I think of it this way: It is offensive if you think being Canadian is offensive, which I don’t (except maybe for Les Québécois with their insistence on French only signage).
This is it!
While not perfect (is anything ever?), I have decided it is time to release my new site into the wild, so as of right now I am unofficially launching it at cv.satoristephen.com. I will leave it for the weekend to see if there are any major bugs, and then on Monday send out an official announcement via email. If you notice any bugs or have any comments, please do let me know. And if anyone can think of a better subdomain name than “cv”, I am happy to accept suggestions. For the record, other options were “portfolio”, “folio”, “box” and “arbeit-macht-frei“. Ok, I am kidding about that last one.
Saw this sign in midtown a few days ago and thought it was funny.
I have spent a lot of time on my new site recently, and not enough hunting for apartments. I fear that I am overstaying my welcome where I am, but have no place to move to yet. I have applied at a couple of places but have yet to hear back. I have to be out of my friend Sivan’s palce in the next few days because she is starting a major bathroom renovation project. I have to figure something out and soon. Everyone seems to think there a lot of apartments out there, but no one seems to actually know of anything specific. And the few leads I have followed from people have been dead ends with no response. Alas. I will redouble my efforts to find something tomorrow…
After several major design changes, I am almost there with the new site and will post a lengthy article about it shortly, with links. In trying to make it as accessible to as many browsers as possible, I have to make a lot of ugly programming happen behind the scenes, but I think the result will be worth it. It is amazing how complicated it can be to create something that looks so simple. But I suppose that is the case with a lot of things. The things that look effortless are usually not. I also hope to resume my more normal blogging schedule and be a generally more interesting person. Thanks for your patience.
Since I have spent a fair amount of time on the subway recently, and I have a little time to kill waiting to get to my destination, I start to wonder about some of the choices the system designers made. For example, many of the cars have individually delineated seats (as opposed to smooth bench style). Now the thing about these seats that strikes me as a little odd is that they are just too small for a good deal (perhaps 30 percent) of the passengers, and so many of them end up straddling more than one (with the plastic bump riding up their ass) or at least spreading their legs good and wide enough to not allow anyone next to them. Most of these seats are in cars that I think were designed at least 30 years ago, so it begs the question(s): Have people generally gotten bigger over the past 30 years, or have they become more rude, or both? And I am not just talking obesity here, although there is certainly a fair amount of that. Many people who are not fat are nevertheless too wide to fit. Even I find that I need to be sitting next to someone rather petite for my shoulders not to push them and vice versa. And although people start out rather rudely trying to hog as much space as they can, they will move in almost all cases to accommodate another, even if it means leaning forward or back for the entire ride. I surmise that there has been a gradual and imperceptible shift in body size over the intervening years since the design, and no one has thought to re-evaluate and replace these cars. Or it could be just a budgetary problem, as they must be expensive to replace. I do notice on many of the lines with newer cars that the seats tend to be long smooth benches, which allow as many as can fit, each in the space they need.