Monday, August 23, 2010

Peace Out and Namaste, New York.

"The time has come. The time is now. Just go. Go. GO! I don't care how...
You can go on stilts. You can go by fish. You can go in a Crunk-Car if you wish." 

- Dr. Seuss, Marvin K. Mooney Will You Please Go Now

A Crunk-Car, Mr. Seuss, M.D., Ph.D.? I do wish.

The time has come: this Saturday, I'm packing up a car (with an overwhelming heap of boxes filled with books, comics, DVDs, tchotchkes, clothes, and random loose articles like tea bags, bobby pins and fancy matchbooks) climbing in, and leaving New York City to return to Massachusetts after four years.

There are several reasons why this move makes a whole lot of sense, and if you know me, you know them. For the rest of you, you should know it has to do with "family stuff" - nothing life-or-death, but important, nonetheless. I'll be staying with my family for a few months to help out and get my feet on the ground, then zip off to Boston (where I lived for a few years previously in the North End).

I've scored a sweet new job as a senior publicist at a mid-sized book publisher in the area, and will be making up for lost time with old friends at local haunts; checking out bands, movies and indies with the little bro (until he moves to Japan for a year in November!); cooking dinner with my Dad, being forced to watch mind-numbing wedding shows like Say Yes to the Dress with Mom; weaseling my way into the neighborhood comic shop until it becomes "mine." I'll be blogging more, taking the time to write, catching up on books I want to read and spend some time, finally, putting my graphic novels in alphabetical order.

I'm looking forward to sleep devoid of sirens, thumping bass and the metallic melody of suspicious midnight-roaming ice cream trucks - at least until I get sick of the quiet. I can't wait for the New England autumn to surround me in that burnt-sienna kind of hug, that smoky air, the crunch of leaves under my feet. I like that.

I'm excited. Frightened. Happy. Relieved. Nervous. I'm afraid of being bored. I have friends that I'm going to miss terribly. I'm petrified of no all-night pizza and Indian food delivery.

Four apartments, five jobs (freelance or otherwise), one sublet swindle, a few failed romances, one laptop robbery, and several indecent subway exposures later, it will be nice a way I haven't been able to for a long time.

Peace out...and Namaste, New York.
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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

A Thank You Note for you, my Facebook (and IRL) friends.

If you follow me on Facebook, you’re privy to the everyday occurrences in my life – for better or worse. I’ve spent the last few years accumulating a host of incredible acquaintances and even people that I can happily call friends, even though I’ve never met them.

I know how they take their coffee, when they fight with their spouses, their favorite books, opinions about Obama. I know when they’re feeling nauseous, and I’ll give them advice on how to make them feel better, in addition to 20 other tippers (lemon ginger tea! Milk for acidity, if you’re not lactose intolerant!).

I cross my fingers for them when they have job interviews, ailing friends or family, kids in talent shows. I check out the preliminary sketches for their new comics projects (in the case of some of my illustrator friends); I consider their one-line movie reviews, music recommendations, recipe suggestions.

This little community I’ve created for myself with the purpose of networking has suddenly grown huge (with over 3,500 friends), with more added each day. It has now become more than just a social website, but a support group, a never-ending stream of thoughts, opinions, words of wisdom, advice. Feeling crappy? Post it on Facebook and see what happens.

That’s just what I did last week when I had my laptop stolen right out of my office (my precious new Macbook Pro) – I posted about it on my page. Within thirty minutes, I had about thirty comments, several from people who wanted to help give and raise money to help me replace it. It started with a few suggestions – a PayPal account was created – and over the course of a few days, people had donated and spread the word enough to help me raise more than half of what I needed (that’s several hundred dollars!). A week later, donations are still coming in – along with supportive words, suggestions, and links to places to find cheaper refurbished laptops to replace my precious (Gollum-style).

As I watched these donations and messages come in, I was overwhelmed; people I’d never met (and people I have - thank you, my dear friends!) were forking over their hard-earned hundreds to help me. I admit I may have shed a few tears in appreciation and, I’ll say it – shock at this kindness.

So this is an attempt for me to try to thank all of you who did what you could – whether it was to help me out with cash, or to help spread the word, or to just be there to make me feel better – I wish I could do something for you.

I am so thankful to have people like you in my life, who give without suspicion, share selflessly. And though I may not know what your smile looks like in person, my only hope is that I can provide you with a few of those, as you have for me.
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