To Kevin
You’re not born yet, I have no clue what you look like or what your personality will be.
But I know I love you more than any person I have ever met, thus far. It’s a perfect love, flawless and beautiful and it sort of scares me. But it’s there. I know you’re pretty far away, and I won’t be there as often as I would like to be. Life is crazy, and your grandma (my mother) is going to tell you about how I live in the big bad city. So you never know what could happen, and also I do have some real bad habits that will probably shorten my life span.
I do have a single regret if that does happen, I won’t be able to pass on a Brooklyn accent. It is pat of ya heratage, na watta mean?
Just remember if you do want one and I can’t give you one, mash your words together, and take careful observation of the speech patterns of your grandpa.
Me and your unca Johnny have been boys since we were 11, about 20 years now. We were the oldest much like how you were, together we went through a lot of life stages together. When we talk now, the one thing we always wish for is that some one was around to give us advice and to warn us about what was on the horizon. At the age of 30, we both been through a lot. I know first hand how painful life could be, and it’s so heartbreaking to think you are going to go through it as well.
You aren’t going to come to me to tell me what happens, or ask for advice. That’s our families curse, we’re stubborn, and want to handle everything ourselves. So I made you a list of advice, you aren’t going to use it all right away, but keep it in your pocket, consult with it every so often.
- When you watch the same movie over and over, you’re doing so you can feel secure. I had a break up once and I watched swingers every night for two months. There is nothing wrong with it.
- Despite what anyone tells you, there is such a thing as the dark side of the force. You’ll feel it, sometimes you might even embrace it, never get consumed by it.
- Remember who you are, always. Never let anyone change you.
- Tastes change, it’s ok that you don’t like the same band that you did a year ago. Or if that same flavor of ice cream you once loved doesn’t do it for you anymore.
- If a girl calls you 20x in one day run. It doesn’t matter if you are banging her or not, there is something wrong in her head.
- If a girl starts a sentence “I’m Bi-” Whatever comes after that will not end out good for you.
- Don’t watch Japanese anime, it rots your brain. If you’re curious on what happens I’ll fill in the blanks now; A school girl wakes up, finds out she has special powers, she ends up in space, she fights something, ends up naked, fights something again, then saves the day. Somewhere ninja shows up.
- Play lots and lots of video games, however I hope to god your mom has the good sense to turn off the xbox and makes you play in the snow.
- Speaking of, snow angels aren’t gay. Snowforts are more fun to make though, and there is such a thing as too big of a snowball. I learned that lesson when I was 10.
- If a teacher says she’s putting something in your permanent record, call her bluff. There probably is no such thing, and if there is it doesn’t really seem to effect your life.
- GTA is a lot of fun, and yes it’s really tempting to try some of it in real life; however don’t fuck with the cops. Getting a beat down with a billy club is a good way to ruin your friday night.
- Never discriminate against someone for the following reasons; skin color, last names, religion, gender, or heritage. Reasons to discriminate against people should be; what comes out of their mouth, their actions, what they drive, and the size of their wallets. Because the more money someone is born w/ the bigger asshole with an SUV they’re going to be.
- If you don’t have the latest sneaker that was on TV, big deal. If your jeans don’t have the right tag, it doesn’t matter either.
- Blue Jeans are always cool, and you can take them anywhere.
- Never pay $400 for a pair of jeans.
- If you’re broke remember rent should always be your first priority, everytime. If you can’t go out because you can’t afford it, your real friends will stop by with a 6-pack, a pizza, an extra controller or two and a good game. At the very least, they’ll have a DVD handy when they come over.
- Like it or not there will always be a double standard between men and women. They’ll have their things, and we’ll have ours. It’s not bad it’s how nature is, it’s also for the best. Do you really want to watch sex and the city?
- You will pop a boner at the most wrong of times.
- You will be caught looking at something you weren’t supposed to.
- First loves are numbered for a reason. The chances of you sticking together with that girl you met in the backwoods while skipping math class will not be around by the time you hit 22.
- Fuck it, you aren’t going to listen to that one. I didn’t when I was told that in 11th grade. Ok, there is a CHANCE, a slight chance that it really is meant to be. Invest in lottery tickets instead though, it’s money and effort better spent.
- In your lifetime there probably won’t be a time machine, so don’t count on it. When you say the wrong thing, and make the wrong choice there might not ever be a chance to fix it. Do the smart choice, but sometimes you have to go with your guts.
- Don’t be afraid to make mistakes, man up to them however. You will be respected.
- Read Catcher in the Rye when you’re a teenager, despite what you think you aren’t Holden Caulfield, you are loved, but there are a lot of phonies out there.
- Read The Great Gatsby when you are young so you can relate to Gatsby. Read it again when you’re older so you can relate to Nick, then note how different your interpretation of Gatsby’s and Daisy’s love is both times.
- On the Road will set you free, but understand that Kerouac was a racist alcoholic momma’s boy.
- All of your heroes have tragic flaws, the real ones like George Washington, and the made up ones like Indiana Jones.
- If you fall in love with a girl, and you have to the other side of the world to see her, it’s always worth it. Even if you’re single by the time you’re back at JFK, you will be richer for the experience.
- Going back to the first loves, I hope you have many. Each different from the last.
- Date foreign girls. I’ll tell you the reasons why when you’re older.
- There will be words you can never spell no matter how many times you have to use them.
- I don’t care how awesome the spell checks are in the future, if you use internet jargon in your book reports it really does make you look stupid.
- The actual invention of the internet is brilliant, it’s too bad that the people who use it are retarded. If you end up in a heated debate on a forum, just remember in the greater scheme of things no one is going to care.
- Music will never be as good after you graduate high school. There will be really good bands and albums, but that same crackle in the air and weight of change pushing time forward will be gone. Enjoy it while it’s there.
- Listen to the oldies. I’m making sure you inherit all of my CDs and my ipod.
- Some bands deserve to fade away. Some bands are under appreciated. Some bands tragic downfalls are completely hilarious and deserved. Despite all of that don’t make fun of others music choices, even though they are wrong.
- Every one of us is Jeremy.
- Humor can be found everywhere, no matter the situation. If you can find it, expose it, and share it; it’s probably the greatest gift ever.
- Don’t smoke.
- Drugs will fuck you up. I saw too much human wreckage because of them.
- It’s ok to get completely drunk sometimes, but when you’re sitting at a bar by yourself and you aren’t waiting for anything but your next order; I want you to call me.
- There can be exceptions to that last one. But there aren’t very many.
- If if you’re at a bar, and a girl is completely alone there. It spells trouble.
- Find a bar, find a group of friends, and make it your place. It’ll take time, it’ll take effort, but the results are worth it. You’ll always get home safe, you’ll always have people to get your back, you’ll get the 411 on girls, and you’ll always have a place to go if nothing else is going on. Yes I know your grandma would highly disagree with me, but your grandpa, and other male family members know this is true.
- Become an artist but never become an elitist.
- Never trust or love the company you work for. Unless you become a partner, or own it you are only a number and chattel. It’s a job, that’s it; it’s only meant to pay the rent, bills, and whatever else. Find the stuff you love, and stick to it every free second you get.
- Learn how to draw and play guitar, and you will never be lonely.
- Become a lawyer and you’ll never starve, but no one will like you.
- Become a doctor, you’ll be overworked, hated, and no one will ever leave you alone.
- Become a journalist and no one will trust you.
- Never exploit someone weaker than you, and always give credit where credit is due.
- There will always someone better than you in one particular thing, it’s how you mix and exploit your talents that make you special.
- Pick and choose your battles, it’s not a big deal to put your clothes in the hamper; however it is a big deal if you aren’t allowed to talk to your boys anymore.
- If you end up having to fight someone, take a quick look behind you. The guys who stayed there and look like they’re going to help you out, count them. The sum total are your boys, and sometimes might be for life.
- There are smarter and better ways to get out of a fight. Once I pretended I was deaf and I couldn’t hear him, by the time he was done telling me he was going to kick my ass he was too spent even to bother.
- Never ever start a fight you can’t finish, not just physical ones but all kinds.
- Don’t act all tough and hardass to get something, it makes you look like a idiot, and more times than not it won’t work.
- Your family loves you, and for the most part we’re pretty good. Some of us have more issues than they deserve. But some of us you don’t want to know.
- If you end up with a little sister or brother, never tell them that they were adopted. They’ll complain about it 20 years later.
- Your little sister or brother believe it or not actually will look up to you. It’s too bad you won’t realize it until it’s too late, and when they stop it will hurt, a lot.
- Getting dumped is part of life. But a lot of times it’s a bit of a blessing. You can move on, and find someone better. But the initial sting hurts like a bitch.
- If I do end up getting married to Jessica, she probably will make you vote. It’s how she is.
- Never vote republican. They’re too stupid to be allowed power, and all they do is hurt this country.
- If a politician says “I did not…” subtract the not, and that’s the truth.
- If a politician says “I did…” add a not, and that’s the truth.
- Everyone is dirty.
- Don’t join the military, getting shot in Iraq is not worth a college education.
- Learn from the screw ups of others.
- High school sports are worthless, don’t worry about getting on the team. If the jocks pick on you, laugh in their face. Within 6 years of graduation, a few of them will be bagging your groceries, and pumping your gas.
- Only idiots like the Yankees, if you’re true you’ll be wearing a Mets cap for most of your life.
- Football sucks, the best part of the superbowl is the commercials.
- Your friends will have girlfriends that suck, every so often it’s gonna be yours.
- American idol is not ok to watch, ever.
- Get a fully manual film camera, learn how to use it, then learn how to develop and print your film. Some people will laugh at you in this day and age, but film has it’s own beauty that digital will never replicate.
- Write a diary, it’s a gift to your future self.
- When you move, pack your books in small boxes. Too many books, the boxes get really heavy.
- It doesn’t matter which neighborhood you live in. The trendier a neighborhood the more miserable you’re going to be, find one that’s safe, has some shopping, and near public transport.
- If you go to a bar and after your 5th drink you don’t get a buy back, stop tipping.
- Cats are fun for their own reasons, dogs are fun for their reasons, get one of each.
- If you think your girlfriend is cheating on you, she just might be. If you can’t leave your girl alone because you think she might cheat on you, break it off; it’s not a healthy relationship.
- If you become president, don’t trust a country that threatened us with annihilation. Except for the British, they hate us, but they won’t make a move.
- There is a lot to be said for the following foods, steak, lobster, and a hamburger during a summer bbq. Every man deserves them once in a while.
- The best beer? The first one on a warm friday night, on the first week of your new job after a long hard job search.
- Find a girl that could cook, but learn how to cook yourself. Make sure you cook for your girl, they really appreciate it.
- If a place was established in the 1800’s, early 1900’s, or even 40 and more years ago there’s a pretty good reason why it’s still around.
- Buy CDs. Yes get on the equivalent to Columbia House and BMG.
Despite the cynicism in this list, and the painful times you will go through; I just want to promise you good times. There is amazing beauty and weirdness in this world, there will be times so wonderful and so great you will not share them with anyone. But there will be moments when you are glad that you had people around. I wish I could tell could tell you everything you need, but half the fun of living is finding out stuff for yourself. Good luck out there kid, if you have a sibling remember to share this list with them. I love you, and I can’t wait to see you for the first time.
5/23/2008
I like you, here’s a mill
I’m downstairs smoking with the usual crew, J from dev breaks the news.
“Nightmare 600, remember that one?” He asks.
I say “yeah, too well.” It was a project I lead last year that was the 600th nightmare project I had in my time here. I hated it with such a passion, and I had such a hard time with it, that when it was said and done I was actually seriously ill.
“Well, we’re demoing it for Uncle B.” He says.
“Uncle B? The Uncle B? Rich, famous, and can erase you and your entire family with a thought and a few keystrokes Uncle B?”
“The same.”
I always imagined that guy as an enigma, that would sit quietly during demos and stuff and then say “You know I like you, here’s a mill.” then throw a stack of cash in someones face.
You know because he has enough money to burn to do that with.
Or if he was watching via teleconference, he would have the guy next to you throw a stack of cash in your face.
I also sort of thought he would fuck shit up like a gangsta. A tech demo didn’t go down like he was expecting, he pulls off the classic baseball speech from Untouchables, then the bat comes out.
Luckily I’ll be 3000 miles away here in NY when the shit goes down, but how safe I’ll be? That’s a different matter.
5/18/2008
When it’s all over we won’t have toilets
I decided not too long ago to haul ass out of Williamsburg, and get to the safe warm bosom of south brooklyn. I may be a freak to those locals, but dammit I can handle them.
I’m leaving Williamsburg and never to return for few major reason.
The Hasdics, are the starting reasons. First I would like to say, I have no issue with their religion, beliefs, ideas, customs or any of that stuff. Really. I’m even willing to entertain the idea that they are God’s chosen people, and Jesus wasn’t the messiah. I know the Jewish people took some real hard knocks, espechially in the 20th century.
However the Hasdics in this neighborhood are assholes to everyone but themselves. On saturdays, I have to hear them scream outside my window for some reason, and don’t get me started on what happened on purim.
I even try to reach out by being extra polite, and helping their kids out when a ball is out of reach or something. But no go, too insular, and they are welcome to that. I knew that coming here, but I didn’t think they would make a regular habit of slamming the front door in my face either.
The next reason is this apartment, and building. When I first checked the apartment out they were doing some major work in the hallways. So I couldn’t tell how filthy this buidling is, and how bad it’s crumbling.
And it is, oh god it is. It’s not uncommon to see something in rubble throughout the hallways. The apartment I’m in was barely cleaned, and on top of that the paint job was completely laughable at best. I’m sick of the mice (AGAIN!), the crooked hardwood floor with the REALLY bad patch job, and the 6 stories of stairs.
The final reason, is the one reason why I wanted to avoid this neighborhood in the first place…
Fucking hipsters.
The Brooklyn I knew and loved was the same Brooklyn that would have kicked the literal crap out of these social vampires. It wouldn’t be for a social statement, but it would be for mere
entertainment.
But I was hanging out with an old friend tonight, another native brooklynite. We were over on bedford avenue, drinking ice coffee, and talked about the brooklyn we knew and loved. And the future of this borough we call home.
“Yah know what scares me Johnny? These assholes.” I said while waving my arm. “Think about it, in about five short years, they’re going to take over the place completely. But think about it, no listen, I know we can probably beat up 90 percent of these pricks without breaking a sweat, but whose gonna fix the toilets?
Do you honestly think they can fix plumbing, even much less plunge a toilet? But think about it, they’re going to chase the plumbers and shit to Staten Island, and they won’t want to come back because of the toll. We’re going to have to dig a giant trench in 86th street, so we’ll have a place to crap and piss. Like we’re a fucking cavemen or something.
What about cops and firemen? Or social workers? All the things that makes a city tick? These guys aren’t gonna volunteer soon. Well you know I hate firemen because of Gerritson Beach, and I hate guns.
We won’t have any electricians but we’ll have plenty of street art. That’s our future.
No mechanics, no taxi drivers, and no supermarkets. But hey we’ll have really edgy music, and circle jerking indy movies.
No baseball, because you think these idiots can hit a home run? Myspace profile updates will be the new spectator sport for NYC.
That’s our future and it’s not the worst of it. Oh you want to know what is? I’ll tell you.
Ever see that episode of The Simpsons, when world peace was declared everyone destroyed all weapons, and then aliens conquered us with a club and a slingshot? No?
Well that’s what’s gonna happen! Except for aliens, it’s going to be NJ. They’re going to roll on in, with a small fleet of t-topped trans ams, and baseball bats. A mullet haired army of 100 will march in and completely take over Brooklyn.
Instead of church bells, and ice cream men; Bon Jovi, Bruce Springstein, and if we’re lucky Eddie and the Cruisers will echo down these streets.
I know born to run was a pretty good song, but the E street band was mediocre at best. They were lucky that they were supporting someone as mediocre as well.
These hipster fucks will bow down to their new NJ masters or they’ll move back to Wisconsin and tell stories like they were some big war heroes. Because ‘like being a war hero is the new rock star, ’cause it’s ironic that we ran.’. Worse off, they’ll go to another big metropolitan city, and destroy it as well all while being hailed as the victims of this invasion.
You know I won’t have a problem if NJ rolled a few tanks down the holland tunnel to the Lincoln. But trans-ams? Fuck that.
I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do when that happens, get me a sniper rifle, climb up to the top of the parachute jump and fight the last stand. Not for me, not for anyone, but for mother brooklyn!”
So that’s why I’m leaving Williamsburg everyone, so I can get ready for the last stand in the up-coming class and civil wars.
5/14/2008
Machines betray me.
So…
Faithe goes tits up. But I have my 360 right? I can play all the GTA, Bioshock, and Halo I can handle until I get a new laptop.
Right… right?
Wrong. My 360s DVD is officially dead as well. Of all the things that could have happened, the fucking DVD. If it red ringed like a normal 360 I wouldn’t have to pay 100 bucks to get it fixed.
FUCK!
5/11/2008
Something other than Faithe
I tend to avoid the apple store on prince street these days. When it was first opened it was cool because it felt like an escape from what I did on a daily basis. Now, it’s flooded with hipsters, artistic mommy’s, and tourists.
It makes me feel out of place. I don’t really get why it became a tourist attraction, I thought of it as a compUSA with macs. It used to be amusing, but as I’m there today an a upper middle class punk 12 year old is looking up random garbage as his mommy dearest takes pictures of him it just really makes me sick.
However I did manage to try out a few of the laptops. I like the black macbook but my hands were cramping as I was trying out the mouse. I suppose it’s because the apple store decided to go for form rather than ergonomics when designing the display tables.
I’m not loving it, but the idea of running Vista natively alongside OS X is a pretty powerful package.
If only I can figure out why I would really want to, besides better access to porn sites.
No hope in Faithe
Or Faithe no more, or I have no Faithe.
Any of them will work, because this is a eulogy to a close friend.
My ever so beloved iBook G4. Who died last night around 10pm. I loved her more than any other woman I have ever had
before, and possibly after.
I got her roughly four years ago, the relationship I had with my powerbook pismo was rapidly fading, c3i was going away, I was living in a basement in Staten Island, and life was tougher than it should have been.
However I needed Faithe, I used my tax return that year, and I bought her. I didn’t know what to name her, the pismo Vikki (short for Victoria) was easy to name because I imagined if she was a real person she would be a femme fatale with long red hair, a revealing black dress, and painted up like a porn star.
Faithe, oozed something else. It wasn’t danger, and I couldn’t describe it, but when I raised the question on what to name the new companion, it was SI Headcase that came up with it.
“Faithe.” She said.
I didn’t really think about it. It just fit. Her white casing promised hope like a bride on her wedding day. So, I dubbed her Faithe, and prayed that she would last longer than some of the relationships I had at that point.
Time passed and Faithe was with me when I applied to go to the New School. Faithe was the most protected piece of Cargo I had when I left Staten Island. She was what I was furiously typing on when I was pleading for a job to test video games. She was there for my more creative moments, and she was there when I really needed a friend.
A funny story was that when we were first acquired by the big MS, I was riding the elevator with the then CEO, and a MS exec. After all the time and effort CEO expended to get the deal to go through I was coming to work with a PS2 t-shirt.
He looks at the shirt and says “Wrong team mate!”
I looked back at him and the MS guy and say, “Yeah I also use a mac at home too, am I going to be shot as a traitor?”
They both laughed.
She was two then, in people years that’s the equivalent of 50. Retirement was coming around soon. Heart attacks, and senility were on their way.
Instead of that however, she backpacked across Ireland with me. In Inishboffin as we were cut off from the world, some how the old girl managed to find a wifi signal. Teresa the buxom pollack who worked at the hostel was delighted. Faithe for a few hours gave that girl a link to her home.
I think that was the last great miracle Faithe pulled off. When we got back from Ireland her power supply was starting to get wonky, her speakers were dimming, the USB ports were spotty. I was gentle with her, I understood. She gave her all, and we had been through so much together. I begged her for just a little longer, until I can find the funds.
She started slowing down, her hard drive was full of my life. And finally, the screen turned fuzzy, she locked up, and that was it. I knew it was over.
My old boss once told me, that I was definitely a tech at one point, because my belief that computers have souls. My evidence for that was Faithe.
Like all loved ones that you have to bury, the dying is the easy part. I have to perform an autopsy, transplant an organ or two, and then finally entomb her in the back of a closet for her eternal rest.
Good-bye Faithe, there will never ever be another one like you.
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