Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Meeting People in Somerville

or Cambridge or Boston...is impossible. They are afraid of you. They protect their drinks by placing napkins over them when they leave the bar to smoke or go to the bathroom. In the event that they are drinking their beer through a straw, like a fucking retard, they force the straw through the napkin over their pint glass to make clear the point that they will be back and that you are not to talk to them. If you do talk to them, you won't get anywhere. They may be pretty and educated and drinking, but they don't want to talk to you...or anyone. Everyone tries their hardest to be an island, their own island, separate from their friends and anyone they may not know. Boston is the greatest collection of ambitious, capable, and useless people I have seen to date. (New New Yorkers, by comparison, are mostly useless.)

Meanwhile, if you need anything else to do, there are fresh work emails available 24 hours a day from a not-24-hours-a-day business, so that if you ever need a distraction from your surroundings or yourself, there is always a task to be completed, someone else's need to be fulfilled, something to do.

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Friday, August 15, 2008


Dear friend-colleague people,

Thanks for your kind words and encouragement this week. I'll do everything I can to make sure that the blog and photostream continue to thrive! Drop a comment once in a while, if you can.

See you on the road...

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Sunday, May 18, 2008

Only in the American workforce

can you be attacked and your character defamed for not being positive enough.


Monday, April 21, 2008

Jobs should be limited to 40 hours per week.

Perhaps 50.