#5/31 - Hot and Stinky in the NYC summer
I can’t believe I committed to blogging for 31 straight days. I feel the chops coming back slowly but surely. I am definitely not writing as long (in post length) as I did when I was traveling. It is hard to believe that this is all I did for nearly two years. Some of the posts that I did when I was traveling took me days to write. I sort feel like Doogie Howser writing his daily thoughts at the end of every show-except my daily thoughts involve my neighbors screaming at each other and bird shit (see posts 1-4). Or maybe I just wanted to throw in a somewhat obscure early 90’s sitcom reference.
I had thoughts about writing about how I bought a new Macbook Pro today–but the amazing customer service at the Apple store is fairly boring. There was actually salsa dance lessons going on in the street in front of the Apple store on 9th Avenue. Or, I was thinking I could write about how hilarious it must be to watch my 6 ft 4 inflexible self attempt to do Yoga. There is some potential here–given that I also workout at a truly absurd gym (not the same one as last year with all the celebrities), I have 26 more posts to go. The law of probability dictates I am going to have to get creative at some point. I cannot really write about the business–which is a blessing and a curse. There is literally so much crazy shit going on everyday that its a nice escape to write about normal things–like Money Frogs, Burning Man, and Mad Men.
Maybe I should just write about how ridiculous it is to post everyday–everyday?
Anyway, instead I think I need to mention how overbearingly hot and stinky it is in NYC in the summertime. It can truly be a disgusting ordeal. Picture yourself walking along, minding your own business, talking on the phone or doing your own thing when all of a sudden you are literally knocked over by the foulest stench you can every imagine. This happens a lot here. I would venture to say at least 5 times a day in July in August–maybe more depending what part of the city you are in. There are many causes including but not limited to dirty-smelly people, dirty-smelly trash, and dirty-smelly people laying in dirty-smelly trash. Oh, and don’t forget urine and subway stenches. This city holds in stank like none other I have ever experienced–this includes many a third world destination I have visited.
Did I mention how much I love NYC?
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No, you CAN’T let us down. What will I do on my lunch break if there’s no DFDE post to read?
Yes, we’re still in border town as you call it, but moving into an apartment. An APARTMENT! I mean, cmon, Canada, how long will this take, really? Since I haven’t divulged this to anyone anywhere, I’ll stop there. Btw, did you know Chris and I got married? (That’s my scriptural version of “Look, it’s Elvis!”… but yeah, we did!)