Stayin' Alive

After living with my parents for a year, keeping myself alive has never seemed like such a chore. Since I landed in New York I’ve had a cup of hot chocolate and half a cookie from Starbucks (I dropped it on the floor and wasn’t quite hungry enough to finish it off), a steak sandwich, a slice of pizza, and a beer. That may sound like a lot but it’s all I’ve eaten in about three days. I fear what my stool will look like, or even worse, how it will feel coming out. Ugh.

Despite my unintentional dieting efforts I haven’t felt super hungry until right this minute. Probably because I’ve been walking around in a semi-delirious state thanks to some awful weather and a head-cold, not to mention the expected jet lag. Thursday’s rainy weather might have been tolerable if you’re from Minnesota or Russia, but it wasn’t that great coming from Hawaii. Friday was pleasantly sunny but with cutting winds that knifed through my shirts like Rosie O’Donnell parting the line at an all you can eat buffet.

Technically, I’m still unemployed but even in my weakened state I’ve made progress on that front. I’ve started an internship at Next New Networks which is a fun and innovative company and they aren’t paying me to say that (not that they’re paying me for anything at this point, but moving on). NNN is the home of some truly entertaining and original content with “channels” comprised of video podcasts, blogs, and heavy viewer/reader participation on everything from green living to do it yourself fashion to the best of sports blogs. My humble duty is to assist with the planning and editing of the different channels’ written blog entries. I haven’t learned the details yet but I’m sure to find out once my first work day begins next Tuesday.

It may not be obvious yet but I'm planning to keep this blog a lot less structured than my other babies, The Spoon and The Athlete's Footnotes. I think it makes sense that my life's blog should be just as scattered and frantic-looking as I am.

Join me next time at My New York Times to find out if I'll ever eat a full meal or find a job. Personally, I'm dying to find out.