It’s time to stop spending your time and money on useless shit. It’s time to get back what you came here for. Get back the sunrise. Get back your hustle and get on your way.

"So what is your favorite part of New York?" she asked.

"The autumn chill," I said. "The sidewalk. The warm pubs that serve good beer." I thought some more. "The lights. The monuments. The buildings. The genius that went into creating it all. Maintaining it all. Making it all available to people like you and me who didn’t do anything to deserve it." I paused. "But we get it. All of it."

Living Like a New New Yorker

I forgot how fun this is.

Before I get started, I need to disclose that I’m getting back into Coheed and Cambria. My roommate makes fun of me for listening to angsty middle-school girl music, but I ignore her. Their latest album, The Aftermath: Descension, was released last week. Go check it out. (If you don’t have Spotify, welcome to the Internets. Go get Spotify.)

The trick to getting out there is to GET OUT THERE. You’re always going to be tired when the work-day is over, but nut up and power through it and go to the event you put on your calendar earlier in the week when you were feeling inspired to try new things and meet new people. Don’t, however, drink an entire Monster Energy Drink at 6pm for that added boost. You won’t sleep well.

Growth Hacking is a movement that combines marketing, analytics, and product development to acquire users and encourage startup growth. There’s a Meetup group for enthusiasts, and they hand out free beer. Hashtag sold. I met a cool dude named Peter who convinced me to sign up for a Strategy Hack competition where growth-hacky marketers will compete to create a sustainable marketing strategy for new startups ready to jump on that boat. These types of events have traditionally be reserved for developers through hackathons, so I’m excited to see how this works out.


The New York City transit system is a work of art. Subways, trains, buses, and ferries all work in (relative) harmony to move 8.3 million people around the 5 boroughs. Benjamin Kabak of Second Avenue Sagas hosted a conversation with Gene Russianoff of the Straphangers Campaign to discuss fare increases and the complex web of transit funding. Let me tell you, I don’t have a dog in this fight. My transportation costs are fixed at $112 per month, and that’s better than anyone I know back home. With public transportation, I can get literally anywhere in this city with minimal frustration and cost. But this event was at the New York Transit Museum in Brooklyn, and I’m a sucker for informational gatherings in historical environments. I learned a lot about MTA funding, and I enjoyed the discussion even though Ben didn’t choose my written question as one for Gene to answer.


When you put a bunch of Texans in a room and give them tequila and Shiner Bock beer, hijinks ensue. The monthly Texpats happy hour was at the Rodeo Bar in midtown this week, and it was a great time as usual. Everyone met someone new, and business cards were exchanged with the promise of follow-ups in the days to come. Everything from new jobs to Broadway performances to operatic karaoke were discussed at length. I’m really excited to see where the Texpats go this year. Our membership has been growing, and our meetings are getting bigger as more displaced Texans flock together to lament the long winter and drown their sorrows with southern camaraderie.


These events, combined with a few one-off meetings with people over coffee or drinks, made this week pretty great. A few new friends have moved to the city, and it’s a lot of fun introducing them to networking events and local resources to help them find jobs and achieve what they came here to do.

I love this town.

2012: The Year of Video

My friends at Magnet Media Films have produced this awesome short. If it doesn’t convince you to start making video a part of your repertoire, you’re in trouble.

The Augmented Reality TARDIS

It’s bigger on the inside. This may be the neatest thing I’ve ever seen. ”Just watch the show. It’ll make sense… sort of.”

New York City is a panic attack on Houston and Essex, it’s a broken down Q train, it’s a 45 minute schlep to work. New York City is finding yourself in your friend’s ex-girlfriend’s most recent ex-boyfriend’s apartment, it’s a roof in Brooklyn, it’s a bar in the East Village.

New York City is a fake ID that expired 3 years ago, it’s an $8 show that changed your life, it’s a kitten found in a box 2 blocks from the office. New York City is a text message that was never responded to, it’s a photo pass to your favorite concert, it’s free drinks on a ship in mid-July. New York City is being in love with everyone you see, it’s a cup of coffee that makes you crazy, it’s your friend putting lipstick on you outside the venue 10 minutes before the show.

New York City is platform shoes, it’s a pair of Converse, it’s taking a couple of Advil when you get home. New York City is thrifted treasure, it’s a stoop sale that saved your life, it’s the best cup of cocoa chai you’ve ever had. New York City is a sweaty room full of BK’s hippest, it’s missing an opportunity only to get another, it’s a lot of anxiously waiting.

New York City is realizing your dream, it’s passing your current boss’s girlfriend on campus, it’s an iChat that got sent to the wrong person. New York City is a library full of tired kids, it’s a brownstone full of addicts, it’s a dorm room full of outsiders. New York City is a laugh attack in a quiet room, it’s a crick in your neck, it’s a stack of vinyl in your desk drawer.

New York City is a walk to the waterfront, it’s an endless conversation, it’s 4 cups of tea in one work day. New York City is a revelation, it’s an exchange of words with the nicest stranger, it’s a never-ending beginning.