I found a great room at a great price in a great location in Tribeca today. I guess that makes it official. I can call myself a New Yorker now.
I have spent all day walking and taking the subway around town – both working out my subway situation and going around town for work. They are looking for a new space as well. The staff is going to double in the next month so we will be outgrowing our current shared sublet space. I love looking at real estate! It’s like shopping, but for the ultimate big ticket item.
Back to Arizona tomorrow and in NYC again on Sunday! I move in to the new place on Tuesday.
I started working as an intern at an internet-based progressive multi-issue political campaign start-up yesterday (yeah I know, the description is quite a mouthful). It is a collaboration between MoveOn.org, TheResPublica.org, and PurposeCampaigns.com. The name of the new project has yet to be decided, but we are planning to launch the new site late this year. In the mean time, check out our ad hoc campaign to stop violence in Israel/Palestine here: CeaseFireCampaign.org. My role is pretty random and all over the place right now. There are only about 5-6 people right now, but they are looking to expand in the near future. I spent the morning trying to debug some rather arcane HTML and the afternoon “shopping” online for a new office space (we are subleasing a shared office space with a PR firm right now). I like the challenges of doing all sorts of different things and learning on the fly. I definitely got a crash course in advanced HTML and New York commercial real estate yesterday. I wonder what is in store for me today…
So after work yesterday, I walked over to Japas 38 (9 East 38th Street, between 5th Avenue and Madison) for a JETAANY meeting (Japan Exchange and Teaching Programme Alumni Association of New York). For the first hour, we talked business: introducing old and new members, upcoming events, new event ideas, fundraising, etc. Then we spent the next few hours having some drinks, eating sushi and other izakaya food, and singing karaoke. The karaoke machines and song selection were exactly the same as the ones in Japan! 超 Very なつかしいね！Reminds me of old times — actually only about a month ago, I was singing karaoke until the early morning on my last night in Japan, but it seems almost like a distant memory of a past life.
I haven’t blogged in almost a week now. Sorry! ごめんね！
The weather turned rainy and cool last weekend, so I have just been chilling and lying low. I am slowly but surely working out the job and housing situation.
I will be going back to Arizona on Thursday for Labor Day Weekend and to pick up some more of my stuff to bring to New York.
I took a walk over to Chelsea Market today for a look around. The official Chelsea Market website describes the space as “a one-stop, NYC culinary food shop, a gourmet lover’s wholesale-retail wonder world, and an energetic, industrial-chic hotspot, all meshed into an entire city block of space in the heart of West Chelsea.” In other words, it’s a wet dream for a foodie like me.
At the Thai restaurant-cum-import food market inside Chelsea market, I picked up a bottle of my favorite hot sauce, Huy Fong’s Sriracha HOT Chili Sauce, an all-natural, hot chili and garlic sauce with a Thai name, made by a Vietnamese/Chinese immigrant-owned company in California, and a holder of cult status in my culinary canon since the late 90’s (my late teens). Me and my friends in Arizona have given this sauce the nickname, “cock sauce,” because of the rooster on the label. Huy Fong’s cock sauce has many imitators, but none replace the original’s all-natural, pure ingredients and versatility. Cock sauce has the perfect amount of heat and spice from ripe, red jalapeño peppers and garlic balanced with a bit of sour and sweet notes. Put some cock sauce on your hotdogs, hamburgers, Chinese, Italian, Thai, Mexican, etc.. Cock sauce to go with any ethnicity of cuisine. Cock sauces for the masses! Cock sauce for all. Long live cock sauce! Vive la “cock sauce”!
I got in late last night on the train. The Amtrak train was 2 hours late both ways – going up to Montréal and coming back to NYC. I really support the idea of passenger rail travel, both for environmental reasons and just for the retro glamour and romance of it all, but Amtrak has a lot of room for improvement. Not only was the train late, but the café car ran out of food less than half-way into the trip. Not like there was much selection in the first place, just some sandwiches, burgers and hotdogs, reheated in a microwave. I really miss Japanese trains for their puntuality, customer service, and selection of good food – such as special, regional bento boxes known as “Ekiben” (駅弁).
Anyway, I was starving by the time I got home at 9:30 pm. So I dropped off my bags and went out again to pick up some takeout Pad Thai at Royal Siam, a Thai restaurant just around the corner from the apartment, and a bottle of Pabst Blue Ribbon (a very light, cheap American lager, but perfect with spicy food) at the corner bodega. I pigged out at home and I was quickly asleep.