Here are the photograms I posted to Instagraph over the last week. Er, you know what I mean. Included are captions and a little context.
When waiting for the subway, do not lean over to see when the train is coming. Don’t even stand on the yellow warning section. Continue reading
The Cool Fam is getting their summer plans together, which may include a trip or two west, and, if Cool Newbie gets his wish, to Super Why’s “Book Club” headquarters. Honestly, that sounds pretty fun except that I’d feel awkward socializing with Alpha Pig, knowing how much bacon I’ve consumed over the years.
What about you — any cool summer plans in the works? Specifically, are any Cool Readers visiting New York City, whether for fun, mission trip or representing your nation state at a U.N. General Assembly?
Five years ago, we featured the first ever guest post on AWSC?, a humorous and moving piece by our blog friend Lauren. The post was called “Musings from the brink,” where she talked about being on the precipice of big change and the anxiety and faith at play in such a moment. She also coined our nickname Cool ‘Rents, which I proudly use to this day. Continue reading
Last night was another one of those nights in NYC, the ones when I wonder, “What exactly am I doing here?”
I was sitting in the rear garden of Chop Shop, an Asian spot in Chelsea, with accomplished figures in the art world: an owner of a gallery in China, an art historian and critic, a Hollywood film producer. Meanwhile, my main artistic accomplishment involves jumping and playing guitar at the same time while 1,500 middle schoolers proclaim their agreement with the will of God. “Yes Lord, Yes Lord, Yes Yes Lord, Amen!” Continue reading
In a recent interview, I described myself as a “jack of some trades.” Since moving to NYC to find a career, people have paid me to manage an office, shoot photos and video, hand out buttons and swag at events, conduct online marketing, write a short book series, manage social media, play music, write marketing copy, design websites and edit blogs.
All of these jobs had some degree of fulfillment, and for that I’m extremely grateful. But none of them were my dream job. Music comes close, but the travel would be too much, unless the rest of the Cool Fam could come with me. Continue reading
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