912: Never Forget

November 2, 2007

The house I lived in last year in Syracuse was involved in a drug bust early this morning.

I knew we had big shoes to fill, but damn…

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Now playing: Rhymefest – Build Me Up (feat. Ol’ Dirty Bastard)
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I was watching the USF-Rutgers game…

October 18, 2007

…and a commercial came on for Big East football bragging that “[Someday,] Syracuse and Pitt will build on their great traditions.”

Well, hey, let me know when that happens.

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Now playing: Little Brother – Breakin My Heart (feat. Lil’ Wayne)
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There are few things in life that annoy me more than…

October 16, 2007

…when people bid $1 more than another contestant on the Price is Right. Seriously. This bothers me profoundly.

I had my first little L.A. earthquake this morning. I remembered to take refuge in my door frame and everything.

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Now playing: Oxmo Puccino – Black Popaye
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Why I will never watch Smallville…

October 8, 2007

Because if I went to a rural high school and found out I had superpowers, the first thing I would do is try out for the football team and become a kickass linebacker or something, not be all emo and stupid.

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Now playing: Inquilinus – Meditação
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Will Work for Sanity

September 26, 2007

I’ve been at it for a while at this point, and I still can’t figure out if the worst part of looking for a job is the actual act of looking for a job, or not having a job in the meantime. Now that I really think about it, it would be the latter by default, since resolving that problem would also technically take care of the former. Good to get that cleared up.

It’s amazing, really. Over the course of this summer and the three weeks of post-summer I’ve spent in Los Angeles (they don’t have fall here, winter either), my favorite pastime of doing nothing and wasting time has become the bane of my existence. I thought that seventeen years of education had taught me the excruciating limits of boredom, but even high school science has been nothing compared to this, and the fact that it is something I used to like doing makes it a lot worse. I think I need to be able to enjoy doing nothing again, by doing something sometimes.

The money, the independence, the feeling of being productive…all of that is gonna be great to have once I get a job, but just having something to do all day, somewhere to go in the morning, is what I’m looking forward to the most.

By the way, Los Angeles is a crazy, hilarious place. There’s been a house – a house – parked on the shoulder of a freeway for the last week and a half after it hit an overpass while being transported. Now it’s being driven to its rightful location, covered in graffiti from its stay on the freeway, and the news helicopters even took a break from following car chases to cover it. Last week, everyone here went apeshit for a rainstorm that was barely exceptional by East Coast standards.

At the same time, I’m really happy I live here now. I still can’t quite put my finger on why I like it here and didn’t like it in New York anymore, but every time I think about it, I come up with a new reason why coming out here or leaving there was a good idea

That said, I can’t wait for the playoffs to start, so I can see the Yankees on TV again. And as much as I’d hate to face the Angels because they’ve absolutely owned us for a long time, I’d love to be able to see the Yankees in person again out here.

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Now playing: Statik Selektah – Express Yourself ’08 (feat. Termanology, Talib Kweli & Consequence)
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Day of Atonement

September 22, 2007

As someone else succinctly put it, Syracuse’s win today is the best Yom Kippur victory since Israel beat Syria in 1973 in war.

I didn’t know there were so many observant Jews on Louisville’s defense. I mean, that has to be it, right? Only a team abstaining from work could make Syracuse’s offense look competent, if not good.

At any rate, it’s nice to get at least a one-week reprieve from having one of the most dismal teams in the country. They picked a good day to repent their losing ways.

(Okay, I’ll stop with the bad Yom Kippur jokes)

The only thing that would make this glorious triumph better is food. Sweet, filling, delicious food. If I’ve learned anything today, it’s that fasting is infinitely more difficult when you’re five minutes away from an In-N-Out Burger. Oww, my stomach just imploded when I wrote that last sentence.

Four hours and fourteen minutes until sundown, but who’s counting?

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Now playing: Chamillionaire – Hip Hop Police (feat. Slick Rick)
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Manifest Destiny

September 6, 2007

Tonight was supposed to be my last night in the only city I’ve ever truly considered my home.

Instead, it’s the eve of my one-week anniversary in my new city – Los Angeles, California, where it has been 110° or higher for pretty much as long as I’ve been here and apparently they don’t sell Wonder bread anymore. Hmm, can I change my mind yet?

Yes, a little bit earlier than expected, I took my first steps in the enormous footprints of so many of my revered fellow tribesmen, mensches like Sandy Koufax and Mel Brooks, and went from Brooklynite to Angeleno.

They are also likely my last steps in their footprints, unless I can develop a fastball or a brilliant comedic mind. Nonetheless, I see my story, like theirs and so many others, such as my grandparents, as a fulfillment of Jewish-American Manifest Destiny. Los Angeles is a place that can turn Moses, Jerome, and Samuel Horwitz from Bath Beach, Brooklyn into Moe, Curly, and Shemp Howard, comedy megastars. Los Angeles has been, at its core, a new start for ambitious, creative young Israelites such as myself (okay, except maybe for the ambitious part) for generations, and that’s exactly what I’m hoping for.

Now, my reasons for the early start were less than ideal. I was two days into my much-anticipated, alcohol-fueled week-and-a-half Syracuse-Fire Island-Baltimore “So Long Suckers” tour when a night of drinking beer, eating wings and watching sports had turned into a night of panic, sadness, and blatant disregard for the speed limits of three states. Grandma was in the hospital here in L.A. and it wasn’t looking good. Luckily, I had not begun that night’s assault on my liver when I got the call, and I was able to make the five and a half hour drive back to the city. Except it only took me four hours and fifteen minutes. A couple hours of packing, forty-five minutes of sleep, two unremarkable flights, and yet another enjoyable
experience on the Van Nuys FlyAway later, I was home.

That was a week ago, although it feels like a lot longer than that. Grandma is doing better, it’s not a billion degrees anymore, and I’m not sleeping on a couch or living out of a suitcase anymore. Things are finally settling down to the normal L.A. level of insanity, and I am really, really happy to be here. If I could just get a job, then I’d really be sitting pretty.

There’s a lot more to this move than I’ve touched on, but in many ways that’s what this whole blog is about. Not only what made me decide to leave the city I love (or loved) but why I picked a city I never thought that highly of until, well, mid-July of this year. Every day I spent in New York and Los Angeles this summer gave a new reason to leave and/or stay, but my decision in many ways had to do with the point I am at in my life right now.

This is a golden opportunity for me, a chance to follow what is fundamentally a gut feeling and do something I may not have too many more opportunities to do as I accumulate a career and family and other adult burdens. The best times of my life came right after I made the two biggest changes in my life, changing my major and pledging a fraternity. My most difficult years, like the last year or so, have been when I’m stuck in a rut, where I’m too lazy or tentative or comfortable to make changes, even when I know change is good. This was a change I saw in the same vein as the two that got me going in the first place.

What really clinched this move for me is the fact that every sporting event is over by ten at night at the absolute latest. I fucking love that.

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Now playing: Common – Forever Begins
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Kingdom Come

August 15, 2007

“I told you I’d be back” – my soon-to-be Governor, Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines

Well, now that I’ve come up with a pop culture reference that provides both closure to my hiatus and a convenient segue into a major development in my life, I guess the best place to start would be explaining that soon-to-be Governor part.

But that’s a different story for a different time.

For now, I hope you’ve been enjoying the wonderful articles about collectible dolls and scrapbooking that the spammer who took over my old blog has been sharing with all of you. I know I have.

This could just be the insomnia talking, but for my sake, I hope I use this blog more than I used the last one. Unemployment and inactivity have turned my brain to mush this summer and it’s nice to be able to do something to prove to myself that I am still capable of somewhat advanced human function, even if I still lock myself out of the house from time to time when I walk the dog. Yes, that really happened. I should probably just start taking Aricept now and get a head-start.

Speaking of inactivity and rotting my mind, Madden 08 kicks ass. If I had a job right now, I’d call in sick tomorrow.

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Now playing: Brother Ali – Watcha Got
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