almost as good as a real beach!

go click around on corona beach. throw your blackberry into the ocean, put a lime in your beer ..


and draw in the sand. (yeah, i'm an artist. those are my feet, i'm lounging looking out at the water.)

i'm thirsty. for a corona. is that the desired effect?
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welcome to the blogosphere

evan rutchik, welcome to the blogosphere. it may not seem addicting now .. and i'm not addicted to it yet .. but it will soon grow on you as a place to let your thoughts run wild. i'm trying to keep this blog in check in terms of personal posts, because eventually i hope to send it around to employers and co-workers in place of a boring, traditional resume - but we both know the things zipping around inside of this cranium.

your most recent entrepreneurial idea involved starting a blog 'battling' site, in which people can challenge others to a 'blog off', kind of like a dance off but .. well, lamer i guess. in response, i challenge you to describe this idea as your first true post.

i will say, you're off to a good start by naming yourself 'i am sooooo digital'. which of course, now that you signed up for twitter and started a blog on the same day, you are. (kind of.)

opposite ends of the (subway) spectrum

on wieden's blog, i stumbled across what i think is a very interesting destination. subwaycrush.com is a forum in which you can select a city - in my case, NYC - and a subway line - if i was a freak like these people, most likely the 4/5 or 6 - then write a note to someone that you pretty much thought was sexy on the subway and tell them you'd like to rendezvous at another time and place, preferably not on the subway. i read through quite a few of these, including one written to a woman on the A train entitled "dear suggestive banana eater" (... no, not a joke), and came to the realization that on one hand the manhattan subway, in all of its glory, can be a place for love. strangers eyeballing each other from behind dark sunglasses, undressing each other in their minds all the while keeping their feelings to themselves - that's what i'd call love, no?

then there's the other hand. this morning, at about 8:45 on the 4/5 train, the door opens at 86th street, and i hear a woman SCREAMING at another poor lady for being in her way. "f*ck you, dumb b*tch!" then, a third party from the peanut gallery telling everyone to just calm down got a big ol' "f*ck you too!" i almost interjected, just to remind this unpleasant woman that it was way too early in the goddamn morning to be cursing out strangers (not that any time of the day is acceptable), but instead i turned my ipod up and closed my eyes. not because i'm not a knight in shining armor ... just because it's not the first time i've ever seen this happen, and i can only do so much in a day.

ohh, new york city.