Arrival!

When is King of the Hill on? 

I pondered that question as I sat in my East Village studio, subletted for 2 weeks at the NYC-reasonable but everywhere else holy-fuck-it-better-have-come-with-its-own-exotic-honey-eyed-dancer-slash-gourmet-chef, rate of $100 a day.  As I sit here working the remote, a friend of mine AIMed me and asked how NY was, which promptly made me realize that my routine has changed very little.

See, despite having just moved 3000 miles across the country, despite moving from a small rural acropolis surrounded by strawberry fields to this concrete Center of the Universe, this afternoon for me was still spent sitting around in my boxers, eating buffalo wings in one of its many variations, and cursing while watching the noisy but ineffectual A/C get owned by the heat like a normal person playing DDR against a purple-haired Japanese girl.

So while I wait for King of the Hill to come on, here are some of my jumbled initial thoughts on NYC:

• There really are black people in America! Bona fide ones too, not just really tanned Mexicans.
• JEW YORK!  There really are real-live Jewish people... in the flesh.
  
• Why are there shit load of businesses run out of basements?  Stash the workers down there and run the business on the ground floor or something.  Basements + storage = good.  Basement + health spa = wtf?
• The glaring decrease in the number of hot girls walking around compared to California is offset by the glaring absence of fat people.
• Why do film students everywhere dress according to the following formula ?

+ + Jacket, unzipped, despite ridiculous NY summer heat One shouldered bag, slung sideways Jeans with whiskered crotch lines all over