I've spent exactly 34 hours of my New York existence watching HBO's The Wire. That could seem like a very sad statement, and y'know, it is, but I like to see it more as faithful, attentative devotion. And hey, if Alex Kolowitz digs it as much as I do, then I at least have some sort of excuse.

In other, more productive news, Jen, Tom Lee, Pedro and I seem to be starting a design firm for musicians. Yep. I don't know lickety-split about bidnezz, but it seems like this could be a lot of fun. So, if you're in a band (of any kind), and need a kickass cd cover, poster, stickers, temp tatts, etc. etc. let US know! Also, if you are a whiz at Illustrator, let me know that too.

Sooo... not sure how long I will be staying in New York anymore. My boss who hired me left the company to start another one... though this other one has even more questionable questions and unsure backing. I don't want to leave, but I also don't want to be another of those living-off-daddy's-and-mommy's-money-in-the-big-city kids. No offense meant, in fact most of my good friends belong to the very same category, but it is something that makes me more anxious and restless than I usually am (and I usually am anxious and restless). Find me a cool job? Please? I'll be your best friend.

Around 3:30 a.m., under mild insomnia & general ache from an extended hangover, I started hearing an insistent yet quiet sssssszzzzzhhting sound. I investigated and found the ssssszzzzzhhting was coming out of the window; a kid was tagging the wall of my building! I almost wanted to say something, so I could join, but I figure it would be taken the wrong way, and I could end up scaring him away, or probably getting myself shot. However, his tag was "MOOSE!," so in hindsight, I think he wouldn't have minded.

Boom! Another post. This is a detail of an oil pastel thing (oil pastel= way underrated) I did last night. It's dedicated to Eileen, Sarahmaria and Zach, off a drunken late night picture from one 809 Noyes party, who knows which one. Just a little exercise to get into a groove. Groove been interrupted by deflating air mattressess, hungover days, visiting good friends, and also that trying-to-find-a-job thing. I'm trying not to be too much of a hermit, but it kinda goes with what I need to be doing here... it's not like I commute to Times Square for work (!) and talk to jazz musicians or Antartic explorers and bump into Jay-Z (unlike some friends). Speaking of which, my celebrity sighting here is a grand total of ZERO and I feel, like, so lame. Alex Mack was supposed to come to a shingdig here the other night, but I had too much JD and wouldn't even've remembered if she did. College is apparently not over til I say so.

What up! Does anybody check this site anymore? Well, if you do, I plan on updating this thing more on a regular schedule, as now that I've moved into The Big City, I'm a bit more receptive on entertaining my thoughts/art innerwards and internetwards... I guess. Big city, lots to digest, lots and lots of everything. Anyways, these are some illys I did for UJI (United Jazz International), which is a new company that promises revolution!, so we'll see how that pans out. NYC is great, NYC is intense, I sleep on the floor, the ground rumbles and shakes, I wake up sore and hungover. I think I can get used to living here, so maybe you can give me a steady job?