Hey guys, the blog is back! And better-looking.
At least I think so. Continue reading “Very Highbrow Gets a (Free, Low-Maintenance) Blog Make-Over”
Hey guys, the blog is back! And better-looking.
At least I think so. Continue reading “Very Highbrow Gets a (Free, Low-Maintenance) Blog Make-Over”

One evening before we moved in together, Tom came back from a dinner with some married friends and said, “Yeah, so apparently we’re going to fight a lot.” Continue reading “The Sunday Seven: On Moving In Together”
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| Except I would probably call, because they don’t have a website. |
Tom was right. Moving sucked. But Chinese Mover made it suck a lot less because we could move to our new apartment without going broke. At the end of it all, I thought I would write a review for them on Yelp, but I was like, “No, it can be so much more heartfelt than that.” Continue reading “Chinese Mover Is THE BEST Affordable Moving Company in NYC”

Two weekends ago, Tom came over for moral support as I began to pack up my room. I didn’t get very far – I tossed a few clothes into boxes, threw away a small mountain range of magazines, and started to pack up my desk by removing the two bulletin boards I had hung on the wall above, where I pinned photos and mementos. I had removed just one of the boards when I started to cry. Continue reading “Saying Goodbye To A Room of My Own”
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| The view atop Sargent Mountain in Acadia National Park, Maine |
This Saturday, Tom and I move in together. Continue reading “Why I Chose to Live in Sin (And So Should You!)”

This is Part 2. Read Part 1 Here.
Last to come in was the COO, with a J not an ‘H’. He seemed vaguely foreign with dark, slicked back hair and an angular face balanced atop a long, bony neck. He wore a crisp white collared shirt which seemed to be sewn into the slim, fitted suit jacket and jeans. I imagined (I didn’t want to look him from head to toe) on his feet were polished tan Ferragamos. “So Betty,” he said, and at first I detected an accent until he spoke for a few minutes more and I realized he had no accent at all.
Continue reading “How to Ace the Interview, Part 2: Tell (Some of) the Truth”

This was a time of life, she understood, in which you might not know what you were, but that was all right. You judged people not on their success – almost no one they knew was successful at age twenty-two, and no one had a nice apartment, owned anything of value, dressed in expensive clothes, or had any interest in making money – but on their appeal.
Over email, the HR coordinator asked me to set aside an hour and a half to meet with “the team.” Continue reading “How to Ace the Interview, Part 1: Put in the Time”
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| 134-136 80th St. btw. Amsterdam and Columbus, circa 1911 |
At dusk on Memorial Day, Tom and I walked through Riverside Park to the waterfront and looked at all the boats and buildings. We took note of tall shiny buildings and the new(ish) constructions stretching from 80th St. down to the tetrahedron-in-progress that reminds me of the Luxor hotel in Las Vegas.
Tom pointed to the West Side Highway, “I’d really like to see them get rid of that.” Continue reading “Old NYC: New York’s Past via Eighty Thousand Photos”
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| Not me. |
If I was going to walk, I would have done so this past week. But I didn’t, because I’m not done with my thesis and graduations are about being done. Continue reading “The Sunday Seven: Not Quite an MFA Graduate”
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| Tiger Flying a Helicopter, 2015 Charlene Pen on Paper. |
This morning, I read this blog post from one of my favorite bloggers:
“How Did You Know You Were Ready To Have a Baby?” *
Continue reading “Why I’m Not Ready to Have Kids (Aside from Not Being Married)”