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Monday, August 22nd, 2005
3:27 pm - I got a new job
After two years and much braindeath, I am leaving CBSNews.com. Starting Sept. 5 I will be an associate editor at Stuff magazine, where I will get my hands on plenty of gadgets and even more boobs. They wanted someone under 25 with blog experience who wouldn't ask for a lot of money. Ch-ching!

I just thought you should know.

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Sunday, June 19th, 2005
7:43 pm
So, my dream has finally come true. When my kids/grandkids get stuck doing some middle school research paper on civil rights or something, and while searching the New York Times archive they put in "Arak" on a whim, they will know that their pops/grandad once dropped a "Coming to America" mention in the paper of record:


The ToTC mention is also nice, as is the quoting of one of my Curbed items. Araks from way back stand UP!

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Sunday, June 5th, 2005
3:46 pm - via peter
1. Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me.

2. Do an Image Google Search and search for that word.

3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results -- don't tell me the word.

4. Put this in your own blog so that I can do the same.

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Thursday, April 28th, 2005
4:10 pm - Response to Darin

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Sunday, April 3rd, 2005
8:30 am - pope
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Friday, March 11th, 2005
2:07 pm - Welcome to the Jungle
Shout out to my peeps.

I wrote a video game review for the website where I work, despite knowing nothing about video games other than Mario Cart is the best game ever. However, I would like many many many people to read it:


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Monday, March 7th, 2005
5:09 pm - The Grey Lady
From Monday-Friday, usually I feel nothing other than the deadness that lurks inside us all during the work week. Which made the events of 1 p.m. today all the more gut-punching. My corner of the Internerd, Tale of Two Cities, was mentioned in the New York Times on Sunday, and I just found out - you guessed it - today at 1 p.m. I called my mom immediately, but she was confused about the whole thing. She barely understands what my Website is, let alone why anybody - including the New York Times - would actually read it. I think she still doubts my claim.

But it happened. I swear. And here's the proof. I posted a similar announcement on Myspace, but for those who don't have Myspace accounts (Sherene), the link is:


I love you all more than you know.

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Wednesday, December 1st, 2004
5:29 pm - How True
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Thursday, October 21st, 2004
7:04 am - Holy Fuck!
It's a special occasion, so I'm coming out of livejournal retirement for this message. Almost two years later, I miss almost nothing about Boston. Sure, I could go for Sunsent Grill and Anna's every now and then, but once all y'all moved away I had no love left for that city.

But shit, man, how BAD did you want to be in Boston last night? Just sitting at home, on the computer, frantically typing to D-Ron and the Crass as the Sox stupidly brought in Pedro and gave up runs, up to the point of the final pitch, goddamn that shit was intense. My heart was going crazy in the ninth, and the Red Sox aren't even my real team. Sure we had the Patriots, but you know this was at LEAST 10 times better and imagine what it will be liek during the World Series. Fuck, why weren't we all born in 1983? Then we could have torn off our shirts and swung them over our heads as we ran through Kenmore Square along with thousands while screaming "FUCK THE YANKEES" and popping champagne. That would have been the day, friends.

So, if the World Series goes to game 6 or 7, who's meeting me at Boston Beer Works?

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Thursday, April 8th, 2004
3:45 pm
Everyone who's posting these lists of 5's with Tale of Two Cities included is a fucking liar. That is all.

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Wednesday, April 7th, 2004
9:47 pm - The Vent is Jammed ... Oh Wait, Here it Goes
I feel like I've been in kind of a rut lately, which is the destiny all you soon-to-be college graduates will eventually fall into.

I'm getting really fucking sick of waking up at 5:20 every morning. That's not to say that I was ever not sick of it, because it has always been my least favorite thing about my life. It's been almost a year (sickening, I know) since I left BU and got a job, and these early morning hours are still killing me. During the week, I am a zombie. Literally. I chase down women in the street and feast on their fucking brains. Their gore drips down my shirt and onto my bloated belly, but I don't give a fuck because I'm the walking undead. I go to sleep at 10 o'clock every weeknight, forsaking the 1,000,001 awesome things going on in this city on any given eve. In the morning I feel my soul crushed by the sounds of Hot 97 summoning me to another day of mind-numbing zombiedom. Even though I get out of work at 2:30 p.m., I can't do anything during the afternoon because I am so goddamned tired.

Still, I got a nice bump in morale when -- about three weeks ago -- my schedule moved from Tuesday-Saturday to Monday-Friday. It was almost like I became a real person. But guess what? The girl who took over my Saturday has already quit, meaning I will now revert back to my old schedule until someone new is hired and trained. Say goodbye, weekend trips to Miami and Boston.

My third strike is my skin condition, originally thought to be a rash but semi-recently diagnosed as hives. I don't know why they're on me and I don't know why they won't go away. I don't know why they didn't call. It's now the third week of hives, and I have a third doctor's appointment (up by Columbia) on Monday. This whole thing is probably a result of my depleted immune system, which is a result of my inactivity, which is a result of said work hours.

And another thing about the job, because everyone loves to hear about someone bitching about their job. I'm sick of my job, which is filled with hours of boredom each day. I have lost confidence in every single one of the skills I picked up and honed during my journalism education. I have not written anything journalism-y since I left college, and I doubt I can even do it anymore. Honestly, I'm even scared to try. When I got my job, one of my bosses (who's a crazy alcoholic, but that's another story) told me that he thought I was very cocky when it came to what I thought my abilities were, and he liked that. Now, all I feel is defeat and an utter lack of confidence. I would love to move into a print journalism job -- any print journalism job -- just to get back into the swing of things, but I cannot find one. If you didn't already know, New York is filled with you, 100,000 people like you, 50,000 people like you but better, and 25,000 people like you, better, and with an uncle who knows somebody. Oh, and they're all assholes. I could try to move to another department at CBS, but that's way easier said than done. First of all, I don't even want to work in TV. Plus, if I moved to an entry level job in another department, the job would be less pay with less responsibilities than I have now, which is essentially none to begin with. So I'm stuck, basically.

Tonight I spoke to my mom on the phone, telling her how frustrated I am with everything. She asked me about moving on to a different CBS gig, and I told her about the soul-crushing set-up in place there, which is so retarded that I don't even want to get into it. To get anything other than a going-nowhere job, you need to have like a million years of network experience. She was giving me the old parent pep talk, telling me that I need to apply for every job that opens up, even if I lack the qualifications/experience/etc. I was trying to tell her about the stifling nature of CBS, but she really wouldn't have any of it. She just kept banging the drum on the "go get 'em, tiger!" philosophy. She had the optimism that I wish I had...that I wish I had the energy to have. I probably did have something like that level of optimism once, but now all I have is a fat gut, a wasted brain, a senior citizen's schedule and a city at my fingertips that I'm too sleepy to see.

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1:58 pm - I haven't posted in forever, but I liked this:
1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says: "Worth a certain amount of money to them," explains Deutchman. "Those

2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first? Nada.

3: What is the last thing you watched on TV? The Early Show

4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is: 2:12

5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time? 2:03

6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? Tony the computer guy on the phone, keyboards click clack clicking away.

7: When did you last step outside? Leaving home for work.

8:what were you wearing? Green jacket, long sleeve button down shirt and jeans.

9: What are you wearing? Same - the jacket.

10: Did you dream last night? YES and it was fucking scary. But I don't remember what.

11: When did you last laugh? Reading the Young Gunz review on Pitchfork.

12: What is on the walls of the room you are in?: TV's, and clocks set to Tokyo, New York, L.A. and London times, which are all broken.

13: Seen anything weird lately? Ford is making an SUV hybrid now?

14: What do you think of this quiz? Pretty fun.

15: What is the last film you saw? Shattered Glass.

16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first? Buy a sweet apartment.

17: Tell me something about you that I don't know: When I was like 4, my older brother convinced me I was a girl. He did this by just repeating "You're a girl" over and over. Psych majors take note.

18: If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do? Reunite Neutral Milk Hotel, Cap'n Jazz, The Smiths and Gang of Four. Bring Ian Curtis back from the dead. Have them all play the Bowery Ballroom.

19: Do you like to dance? Under certain circumstances, which are: In a party of 6 or more. One of the party members must be Darin Breasttits. Must be late 70's British post-punk/snobby indie music playing. Must have had at least four(4) whiskey drinks.

20: George Bush: Holla at ya boy, nigga.

21: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her? Who cares, as long as she's hot.

21: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him? Champ.

22: Would you ever consider living abroad? I liked London a lot, but let's face it, I can't do what I did there on a daily basis. I'd be in jail in no time.

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Monday, February 23rd, 2004
6:12 pm
Said goodbye to Boston by ditching my 617 area code.

New cell # 917 887 7344

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Saturday, February 21st, 2004
6:26 pm - How good is this?
Someone left this comment for me over on ToTC:

when does your self-glorifying pop-culture whine cross the line into pathetic? could it be that the only fight you're willing to fight is against a pair of shoes? to be frank, they'd still kick your ass. "joeyNYC", here is a series of words i might use to describe you... "ninny", "masturbatory", "OC-watcher", "sucker of pop-cock", and, if i may be frank, "weenie-riffic". you're a weenie, plain and simple. and a weenie you always will be.

Imagine, me -- an OC-watcher?!?!?!

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Wednesday, February 11th, 2004
1:57 pm

It looks like not only will I be going to Coachella, but I'll be heading to Vegas for 2 days beforehand and then driving to Indio for the fest. Ohhhhh yeah! In the planning.

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Tuesday, February 10th, 2004
2:35 pm - Friendster crosspost
Okay everyone,

Now, I'm not one for all-day outdoor festivals, but the lineup for Coachella this year is simply bonkers. If you don't know, check it out here: http://www.coachella.com/main.html

Here are some highlights:

Saturday, May 1st, 2004:
Radiohead / The Pixies / Kraftwerk / Wilco / The (International) Noise Conspiracy / The Rapture / And you will know us by The Trail of Dead / Death Cab for Cutie / Moving Units / Sahara Hotnights / Electric Six / The Stills / Q and not U / Erase Errata

Sunday May 2nd, 2004:
The Cure / The Flaming Lips / Air / Belle & Sebastian / Basement Jaxx / Bright Eyes / Atmosphere / Thursday / BRMC / Cursive / Le Tigre / Dizzee Rascal / Mogwai / The Thrills / Broken Social Scene / !!!

Now, what I want to know is, is there anyone seriously considering going? I want to go, but obviously I'm not gonna fly to Long Beach and camp out for 2 days with no companions. Two-day tickets are $140, and Jet Blue flys to Long Beach.

Let's burn our tax refunds together! Seriously, my people, let's do Coachella. E-mail me.

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Wednesday, February 4th, 2004
12:25 pm
Yesterday, as I was watching "24," I started to feel this weird tingle in my chest. It developed into this kind of shooting pain that I only felt in little jerks every couple minutes. I've never really experienced any chest pains or serious pains of whatever kind at all, so I was confused as to what to do. It didn't really hurt that bad, but it was quite unusual. "Do I tell Maggie," my inner voice wondered. "Should I have her call an ambulance or something?"

I decided to ride it out because I really wanted to know what Jack Bauer was going to do about that damn virus. Like I said, the weird occasional stabbing didn't really hurt, it was just very abnormal. During a commercial break, I got up to brush my teeth. As I stood over the sink and reached for my brush, I let out a singular, mighty cough. One of those coughs where you feel all your phlegm and innards rattle. Then I tasted something in my mouth. It was vaguely familiar, and it took me a second to place.

It was a Tostito.

The source of my near-brush with cardiac arrest? A piece of a tortilla chip caught in my esophagus.

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Tuesday, February 3rd, 2004
12:31 pm
Just had the ultimate VJ spotting at lunch. Saw both 106 + Park's Free and TRL's Damian. I wanted them to get into an afternoon music video show host smackdown, but alas, they did not see each other.

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Tuesday, January 20th, 2004
5:05 pm - DCFC
Just watched the episode of Kilborn I DVR'd last night, because I wanted to catch Death Cab's live TV debut. I was sad at how much fatter/balder the bassist looked since the last time I saw them (sophomore year), but they say the camera adds 5 pounds, right? Maybe it should be 50.

Weight/hair aside, they rocked it on TV. They played "The New Year," and it was a lot louder and more raw than it is on that snoozer of a record. If I was a casual music fan and caught that performance, I would totally pick their album up. First O.C., now the world!

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Monday, January 12th, 2004
12:26 am
Le Tigre is on Carson Daly's show Monday night. What the eff?

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