Tonight’s my last night in Brooklyn. I’m heading back to PA tomorrow night for my cousin’s wedding, and then driving back up with my Dad in my Mom’s SUV to move my stuff. Next time I sleep in New York, it’ll be at 45th between 8th and 9th. I’ll be moving in with a friend of mine from childhood.
1 YEAR UPDATE
Manhattan is terrible, everyone live in Brooklyn forever.
So, strangely enough, I had a 2 month stretch little over two years ago where I got really, really in reggage-pop. This is one of the few songs that survived the “what the hell was I thinking” purging that followed.
“Some of my opponents like to treat the market like it’s a single bro. It’s not! It’s lots of little bros acting independently, the sum of their actions providing a context for greater economic activity. It’s like, if you found a really gnarly beach, and were shredding it up there, and word got out it was a good beach, and then everyone else came and it was a 24/7 party. That’s a market action; your surf bros didn’t collectively decide to make this the best beach ever. They independently recognized the awesomeness of the beach and acted upon it.”—F.A. Hayek - The Road to Surfdom