So, I moved to NYC. Not out of passion, but out of the desire to continue working in the field of natural language processing, but with a change of pace.
A new team, a new location, and more readily availible pelmeni. What more could one ask for?
For various reasons that I might explain in another post, I spent November and December of 2018 mainly in Berlin, and returned to the U.S. to spend a jetlagged week in Pittsburgh before starting my new role in NYC. It was an internal transfer, and I didn't plan things so I had much time to situate myself.
I landed there, determined to make a life for myself and to secure housing.
But NYC is a place that rewards some advance planning...
I am still at home with nothing to do except for making coffee, listening to music, photographing flowers, walking through unbuilt housing developments, working full time, watching baking shows with my parents, and desperately awaiting the end of a global pandemic that certainly hasn't been used as an excuse to further disenfranchise precarious workers while quietly abolishing regulations and restrictions and ethics for billionaires. As someone with a grand sense of perspective, I can only assume that my current plans for this blog are at the forefront of your thinking...
Planned Upcoming Content
I have a few series of posts in progress at the moment. One is a condensed version of some Turkey-specific travel information I started writing up not that long after I left Tokat. I hope that you'll find my out-of-date impressions of overnight bus trips enlightening and engaging.
Another is the story of how I moved to New York City, from the vantage of having recently left it. I started writing about this in a post previously, and I swear my writing will get only more energetic as I plug my airbnb affiliate link while criticizing their customer support.
Lastly but not leastly, I'm writing a nice humble brag about this one time I travelled for work and wound up forced to do laundry a bunch of times before I came home. Also, I spent some time in an ugly city with a pretty church. Why? You'll have to read and find out!
Beyond those topics, please do let me know if there's something I should write about. I set this blog up primarily for discussing travel, while pretending the title is a catch-all pertinent to all topics. Since I'm not able to travel currently, I would like to write about something else.
If you want to do the hard work of brainstorming (a.k.a. if you want to think up my topics for me), feel free. You can reach me by sending an email to literally ANYTHING at this domain name. Pretty cool, huh?
I think I've figured out how "Cascading Style Sheets" work. If I'm right, I'll be darned if I keep this website looking quite the way it does. I have a refresh in progress, and my main to-do is to make sure it scales okay to screens of different sizes, and also to make sure it isn't wretched and broken. Believe me, I am setting the bar high when it comes to the design of this website.
I'm not sure when this will blip into existence, but for the sake of making an arbitrary deadline, let's say June or sooner.
I cough into my shoulder.
I sneeze into my shoulder.
I watch as the dates marked on my calendar
for something exciting
pass me by.
I'm thankful that I celebrated my
birthday just before people started
taking COVID-19 seriously,
so I got to hear the sound of Miguel Zenon's sax,
taste a last frozen margherita,
and blast... R.E.M. one last time.
[Note: please forgive any kinks with the photo hosting here. I'm trying to switch to hosting images in git lfs instead of just having a bunch of binaries checked into git, and it was a bit of a snag for the initial setup. Subsequent posts shouldn't be affected.]
On one particular March morning I rolled out of bed in South Brooklyn, and I have to be honest, I think I had a slight headache.
What was the cause of this ailment? Was it COVID-19, or the glass of whiskey I had last night?
Actually, I think it was caffiene withdrawl. Definitely, caffiene withdrawl.
Luckily, the cure was at hand, despite self-quarantine. I only had three pounds of coffee and no one to drink it with. Things were gonna be fine.
Sometimes, the distance between being a novice about something, and becoming something of a snob about it is a relatively short road. I believe I transitioned from stirring instant coffee granules in a cup of cold milk with a fork to doing fancy pourover with a scale in... about a year's time. Is this an improvement? My palate seems to think so... Well, there's less weird chemicals at least.
My headache-addled state this morning is ironic, because I avoided drinking coffee for quite a long time.
In my childhood, I looked down on people who required their caffiene dose in order to start their day, becoming dependent on a substance that offered no escape from rote daily routine. However, I did really like the smell of coffee.
I avoided drinking coffee (whilst being quite partial to tea) until I was three-quarters of the way through undergrad.
I started with the most ritualistic gateway drug of all.
This site seeks to answer one question and one question alone: "Where is Steve?"
The answer: I'm in New York City.
So, how did I come to this place, what are my thoughts and feelings about it? How long can I continue to tease thus? To answer these questions, I henceforth christen this the first in a series of posts tentatively entitled "NYC Days." And get started we will!