"Religions get lost as people do." - Franz Kafka

So the L was down this morning, of all mornings. Talk about a shitty start to the day, I had to walk all the way to union square in the snow. So work was slow but was able to finish putting up the rest of the technophobia section online. I think it was a total 80 articles that I added on to their archives from print content. The good news is I now get to work on a project going through the archives of the magazine and piecing together NYC apartments through the past several decades, which should be interesting.
Superbowl Sunday was fun. Met up with M.R. and saw the first half of the game at King's College in the Empire State. Nice kids. The highlight was meeting Piercing-Blue-Eyes, that really struck me. Came back to my place to finish up the game, Eli Manning was on fire and the defense was off the hook. They deserved that win.
After, went out with N.J. to a few bars around the neighborhood. Ended up meeting K, awesome girl. The Leopard Lounge is the place to chill for sure. The music was great, very Sun Ra, rasta influence.
Also, came to realize that my thought process is so erratic and non-sequiter that at times I sound as incoherent as a homeless person.

Time to enjoy the rest of the evening, cause I am fucking tired.

The meaning of life is that it stops." F.K.

"I beseech you, my brothers, remain faithful to the earth, and do not believe those who speak to you of otherworldly hopes!"

Arrived to work late, with little surprise. Though plans are already in motion to relocate to a better suitable location than the current, I can not help but hate this commute with a passion. When arriving at work, with much frustration, I found that my new ID card did not work when trying to enter. This put me further behind schedule, but I soon learned that their was little rush. For over two hours I had training on MAGNUS. As powerful sounding as this is, it is simply a content management system in use by the publication. The instructor reminded me of a used salesman that was hopelessly lost at the game of life. His personality was as bland and dry as melba toast.
After that excruciatingly boring experience, I was more than thrilled for lunch. I have to say, for being a cafeteria like setting, the food rocks. I feel like am actually eating something halfway decent, (eggplant parmesan, penne pasta salad, anti pasta with fresh mozzarella, steamed greens and a tossed salad with a light vinaigrette). So in short lunch was good.
I finally had work to do. This was an exciting experience. Even though I was just adding old content from issues from two years ago to the site, it was interesting. I covered ceramic repair, how to maintain tile floors, what to do with broken glass wears, what the best silver polish is, all the most boring and bland things that are needed to keep up a home. Working for a house magazine has made me really want to settle down and get a place that I'll be able to live in longer than six months at a time.
Made my way to the east village after work to look at my new apartment. I had to interview with the other two roommates. They seemed like cool kids, makes me kind of wish I worked my ass a little harder in high school so I could have attended NYU from the first place, but I do suppose all things happen for a reason.
After checking out the place, went to dinner at the Life Cafe. I tried really hard not to do the lame-ass tourist thing while being here in the Big Apple, but I couldn't resist. I was pleasantly surprised by the great service though, and the falafel, lets just say it was damn good with a couple of PBR's. (note to self, if I continue to drink with every dinner, I'm going to get fat)
After heading back up town to the hood, I got the call that I got the apartment. Even though I am going to half to deal with the mess of getting out of my current housing situation, finding furniture, moving at the end of the week, and hoping that my loan check comes in time to take care of this all, I do think that this is going to be great. I wanted the true NYC experience, and where else should I live than alphabet city?
I have also found my favorite reading material for the subway, NIETZSCHE. Well that and either the Village Voice and AM New York. I do need to get around to making a halfway decent play list on Jacqueline (yes, I named my iPod).

Suggested Listening: Calexico- Maria Chuchena

Zarathustra

Prologue:
So I begin this blog.
Yes, I did the livejournal.com blog in the past, but alas with times changing, I decided to take a much more universal approach with this chronicle of my life. Since arriving in Manhattan almost two full weeks ago now, I had this burning urge to write down and capture every moment that I have come to experience on this journey of growth and discovery.
Instead of reverting to past dates, I can only hope to keep on track, detailing life activities on a regular schedule from this point on. Though details will seem vague, and uninteresting for any who read this besides myself, I will try to keep this as accurate and concise, but most importantly fitting to my needs and as an aid to remember a turning point in my life.
In addition to chronicling my everyday life, I hope to ponder questions of everyday life. I can not provide any right nor wrong answers, but only those I see fit from my perspective. These responses will be compared to and in addition to those great philosophers of the past, including my own personal hero, Friedrich Nietzsche. Nietzsche, along with Marx, and Foucault will be my foundations, but many will be incorporated, for one can not rely on a single source of enlightenment.
I apologize to those I may offend in advance, however, in most cases, it will not be done maliciously, nor with lack of reason.
And so it begins...