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10 Years of Thankfulness

Today is Thanksgiving, and tomorrow is our ten-year reunion. And while I’m not usually the sappy type to list things for which I am thankful, I have to say that over the last ten years, I have a lot to be thankful for. When added up, the past decade has been an immense time for me — learning, seeing, growing, doing — and it has made me the man I am today. So in spite of my less-than-brilliant life situation (eg, broke, single, unemployed), I still have to give thanks.

In the last ten years, I:

  • Moved to Philadelphia
  • Survived my first term at college
  • Made the Dean’s List
  • Learned to play rugby
  • Became good at video games
  • Mastered basic Calculus
  • Visited London
  • Learned to Salsa dance
  • Moved back to Maplewood
  • Got my first [indoor, professional] job
  • Voted in my first Presidential election
  • Became a disgruntled working stiff
  • Got fired
  • Joined a Shakespeare troupe
  • Built websites
  • Attempted Modern Dance
  • Learned to Swing Dance
  • Attempted Ballet
  • Visited Minneapolis
  • Joined a Fraternity
  • Forgot how to Salsa dance
  • Mastered the finer points of Shakespeare
  • Mastered the finer points of Christopher Marlowe
  • Visited London
  • Worked as a graphic designer
  • Read all the Harry Potter books
  • Visited New Orleans
  • Performed modern dance and ballet
  • Finished a degree in Mechanical Engineering
  • Moved back to Maplewood
  • Worked an unpaid internship
  • Moved to England
  • Visited London frequently
  • Learned the basics of British culture
  • Voted absentee ballot in a Presidential Election
  • Visited Paris
  • Learned to use Chopsticks
  • Mastered the finer points of British culture
  • Picked up a British accent
  • Waited on line for the midnight release of a Harry Potter book
  • Earned a Master’s Degree in Graphic Communication
  • Moved back to Maplewood
  • Freelanced as a graphic designer
  • Lost a British accent
  • Started a design blog
  • Started a podcast
  • Got a full-time job
  • Moved to Brooklyn
  • Became a disgruntled working stiff
  • Quit a full-time job
  • Returned to Freelancing
  • Trained for a marathon
  • Waited on line for the midnight release of a Harry Potter book
  • Ran a marathon
  • Returned to playing rugby
  • Moved to Jersey City
  • Started a blog about business cards
  • And the rest is just details.

    Thanks to everyone who made the last 10 years necessary.

    Concerts and Old Friends

    Remember Kena, our bombastic friend from high school? Well, he has a band now and they were performing downtown. So we descended into some basement venue and watched him play … for hours! Kena, my man, you’re incredibly talented, but you have to learn the concept of ‘a set’. And start on time.

    strange days indeed

    strange days indeed

    strange days indeed

    strange days indeed

    Afterwards, I headed uptown to attend the birthday party for Davin Riley, a friend of Ariel’s (and thereby, of mine) from Penn. Not only was it his birthday, but he just took the CFA exam, so congrats! Man, that place is crowded! PS450, I have to say, had a pretty good-looking crowd. How does that happen? Maybe it’s an east side thing.

    strange days indeed

    strange days indeed

    strange days indeed

    strange days indeed

    strange days indeed

    strange days indeed

    strange days indeed

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    12 2007

    Everybody hates February

    Jessica decided a few weeks ago that we ‘needed’ to have a dinner party to try and cope with the fact that everyone hates February. Because of the timing, the night turned out to be a bit more celebratory and for Jessica it marked her finding a new job. Either way, it was a night in.

    I called up Ariel, who I hadn’t seen in quite some time, and we headed over to Hoboken to meet with Laura and Alicia and Jess and eat some home-cooked food. And dessert. Lots of dessert.

    I made rice and beans, of course.

    strange days indeed

    strange days indeed

    strange days indeed

    strange days indeed

    strange days indeed

    strange days indeed

    strange days indeed

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    02 2007

    Penn Graduation

    So, to Ariel, Davin and the rest of the class of 2004 – adieu, and good luck.

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    05 2004

    Random Drexel and Party

    The start of Greek Week and hanging out at Kathleen’s house, amid drunks.

    01

    05 2004

    The United Colors of Hey Day

    I always find it amazing how Penn unites for traditions such as this. I find it hard to describe in words crazy the situation truly is. Luckily I took a whole lot of photos.

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    04 2004

    Latino Banquet

    Ariel went to this event so I really don’t have much to say. Casa Latina event at Penn. Ariel, Chris P, and Erik are featured.

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    04 2004

    Party for Pre-Frosh

    I wasn’t crazy about the idea of having a party on a Monday night, in fact we still haven’t put the living room back together (9 days later) but it was actually sort fun.

    18-year-olds are SO funny. They are so possessive in nature and bloody uptight, especially about the opposite sex.

    I met a girl this night. Unless there is some cosmic series of random events, we will likely never meet again. Pity.

    19

    04 2004

    Jay’s new G5 and Reflections of Mardi Gras

    Jay got a new G5. It’s without a doubt the sexiest piece of machinery I have seen in quite some time, and certainly the coolest thing in this flat at the present moment. (Topping my G4, I suppose). So today marks the new era for Jay’s computing and designing, a new enlightenment of ease and artistic freedom. So to Windows, adieu. This also marks my second Mac conversion of a best friend, within several months in fact. Perhaps a future in sales is in the cards for me, or maybe it’s just the fact that Macs sell themselves.

    Pictures taken this weekend at the Mardi Gras Party. I don’t know most of these people and will likely never see them again. Don’t ask me who they are, I don’t know or really care, its just photography.

    And so on to my comments of Mardi Gras. I am ever amazed at college life in general, and the alluring power of a grungy frat house basement, but my confusion into human behavior is renewed by this, a holiday dedicated to sin. I don’t understand how plastic beads can be used as currency, by civilized and borderline-educated individuals, to purchase acts of depravity that would otherwise be illegal and deemed unacceptable, even for the exchange of Dollars, Pounds, Euro or Yen. I don’t understand how a seemingly nice girl, with good diction, will throw herself at a scumbag fellow just because she likes his apparel. I don’t understand why people piece their tongues, or how others are attracted to it, so much so that they will engage in kissing for no reason. No reason at all. Beads are not a reason. I don’t understand why the only girls I am attracted to wear no make-up and are fully clothed, and I truly don’t understand why I find myself powerless to talk with them. Perhaps I just have nothing to say.

    This Mardi Gras at AKL House, New Brunswick was relatively low-key (and low-brow). Anibal and others went to New Orleans, the birthplace of Mardi Gras and the death place of all this normal. This is a place where “fair is foul and fair is fair, hang in the fog and filthy air” LITERALLY. Its a place where you step in liquid no matter where you walk, where you see signs painted in blood and naked people confront you on the street. And this is based on my experience walking casually on a Wednesday afternoon. (Doesn’t anyone work in this town). I cannot begin to conceive a visual of the madness that is Mardi Gras. Perhaps the remnant revelry of the English, French, Spanish and Africans blend in such a way that the air itself, and water and buildings and trees and every other part of a city collide in such a strange harmony that people are drawn to it the way men were lured by the sirens’ song. Call me Odysseus.

    Anibal doesn’t understand why I didn’t kiss a single girl this weekend or why I don’t do one-night stands (on a regular basis) or why I don’t drink, but I wouldn’t expect him to. He can have Mardi Gras, I still get Halloween.

    And then its all back to normal. People from Arizona to Zimbabwe flock to N’Orleans to escape their day-to-day and enjoy a week or so of pure Dionysian madness and then all back to their lives as quickly and abruptly as were interupted. No evidence, no regrets. And when I wake up the next morning, and peer at my ever-aging visage in the glass, I may not see a handsome man, or a rich man, or any other spectacular man, but at least I see my true reflection, purely spoke and chaste as Diana. I hide nothing from that fellow who stares at me many times in a day and countless times in a life, just as I hide nothing from anyone else. He sees me for what I am, and I see him for what I will become if I am not careful. Does that make sense?.

    So to all the revelers, Mardi Gras or otherwise, I hope it was worth it.

    29

    02 2004

    Party at Toto

    LUL threw a party at Toto. Jay and I were there. Lot’s of drunk people, crowded dance floor, overpriced drinks, you know how it goes.

    16

    02 2004