The credits would roll as I do a voiceover about how I miss my double screens and my speakers. I've been living in luxury too long with my computer setup. Now I feel so inefficient online and my music doesn't sound as nice. I know, totally #loservilleproblems. It's disturbing how much "#" has permeated our thoughts processes isn't it? Twitter is really quite a thing.
So, Fort Greene. I haven't explored much of it because I've been hopping to the city but everyone tells me it's a great place to live. It's like the midway point -- both literally and figuratively -- between hipster capital Williamsburg (where I lived last time I was here) and boho parent capital Park Slope. It's like the older hipster people who basically moved south and west a bit from Williamsburg. Expressed as a percentage, I would say it's 70% gentrified, and you get advice like "don't cross the park at night." Also I read that people get their iPhones jacked a lot coming off the subway, so clearly I'm very cautious about when I head up the stairs. There will be nobody reaching over the railing to grab my iPhone and run, no sir.
On a side note: There has to be a neighborhood gentrification percentage model right? Or is that, like, just the census? After having a conversation with JMZ about when/how people use "gentrification" versus "ghetto," I'm trying to cut both out of my vocabulary. JMZ and Jenn live two miles away from me in Bed-Stuy, and they are the only Asians on the block, sandwiched in-between the blacks and the whites. They have a much more impressive roster of rappers who hail from their area. Although we have a few too. My other friend also lives only two miles away from me, which is vastly exciting. I've begun bike shopping so I can shuttle myself between their two locations.
Bikewise I am looking for something very cheap and basically disposable as there are many carcasses of bikes when you walk around. If only I could skateboard or be confident enough to use my Razor. Awhile ago, my friend bought me one -- he knew I wanted one very badly -- when they were super popular that one summer, but I've never been able to use it much. I would look so cool now, skimming across the sidewalks.
My apartment is right above a very coffee geek coffee shop, where they are serious about their cold brew coffee or something. Reviews claim it's amazing but I've yet to try it. There is also an excellent indie movie theater around, and I know there's a fantastic bookstore somewhere nearby too, so really I'm all set here. I hope to become a Brooklynite who eschews the city and laughs at going anywhere above Chinatown. I hear that's the cool thing to do.
So, Fort Greene. I haven't explored much of it because I've been hopping to the city but everyone tells me it's a great place to live. It's like the midway point -- both literally and figuratively -- between hipster capital Williamsburg (where I lived last time I was here) and boho parent capital Park Slope. It's like the older hipster people who basically moved south and west a bit from Williamsburg. Expressed as a percentage, I would say it's 70% gentrified, and you get advice like "don't cross the park at night." Also I read that people get their iPhones jacked a lot coming off the subway, so clearly I'm very cautious about when I head up the stairs. There will be nobody reaching over the railing to grab my iPhone and run, no sir.
On a side note: There has to be a neighborhood gentrification percentage model right? Or is that, like, just the census? After having a conversation with JMZ about when/how people use "gentrification" versus "ghetto," I'm trying to cut both out of my vocabulary. JMZ and Jenn live two miles away from me in Bed-Stuy, and they are the only Asians on the block, sandwiched in-between the blacks and the whites. They have a much more impressive roster of rappers who hail from their area. Although we have a few too. My other friend also lives only two miles away from me, which is vastly exciting. I've begun bike shopping so I can shuttle myself between their two locations.
Bikewise I am looking for something very cheap and basically disposable as there are many carcasses of bikes when you walk around. If only I could skateboard or be confident enough to use my Razor. Awhile ago, my friend bought me one -- he knew I wanted one very badly -- when they were super popular that one summer, but I've never been able to use it much. I would look so cool now, skimming across the sidewalks.
My apartment is right above a very coffee geek coffee shop, where they are serious about their cold brew coffee or something. Reviews claim it's amazing but I've yet to try it. There is also an excellent indie movie theater around, and I know there's a fantastic bookstore somewhere nearby too, so really I'm all set here. I hope to become a Brooklynite who eschews the city and laughs at going anywhere above Chinatown. I hear that's the cool thing to do.
Mary, my roommate has long been one of my best friends, and while we've never spent more than a week together, this is clearly the move that will brings us oh so much closer. Already we have misassembled an Ikea coffee table. We are destined for great things. Sidenote: If nineteen year old me would have known that Mary and Jennifer -- then my two best friends -- would now be living within walking/biking/scootering distance of each other, he would have been thrilled. And panicked. They were the yin and yang of my inner world, and I couldn't even conceive of what it would be like if they met and interacted. And now we're all here. Plus JMZ!
The actual apartment I'm in has super high ceilings, a wonderful smoking balcony that looks out into lushy backyards and fire escapes, and while I do not have a bed, I may make a bold mature move and buy one. Yes, I might buy a bed. I've been advised that a twin bed is not the move for a man of thirty four, so I'll be in the market for something bigger.
Oh yeah, I just had a birthday. To be discussed. The takeaway is that I'm in New York and that I'm paying rent. Please, hold the applause until intermission. No flash photos either.
Oh yeah, I just had a birthday. To be discussed. The takeaway is that I'm in New York and that I'm paying rent. Please, hold the applause until intermission. No flash photos either.
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