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I’ve been doing some work from home. I used to dream of working from home: the freedom! The comfort! The unstyled hair! (Refraining from the obvious and overused anecdote about working in one’s underwear.) But with two kids in a 2-bedroom apartment, working from home wasn’t the ideal I made it out to be.

The kids could be a distraction, but it wasn’t anything that a set of cranked  headphones couldn’t fix. My work setup was the real problem. It’s really true that you get what you pay for, so given the $10 investment into office furniture, I shouldn’t be surprised. Continue reading

ramen-noodle-soupMy friend sent me the Gawker article “Signs That You’re Poor: City Dweller Edition.” From merely reading the title of the article, I knew that the mix of talking about New York City + numerous opportunities to self-deprecate = instant blog post. So, here we are, a few days later (not so instant).

While I would not dare infer that we are poor, there are a few of these signs that we fulfill:

Your apartment has four times the number of roommates as it has bathrooms or double the number of inhabitants as it has rooms.

The Cool Duplex really only has two bedrooms, but we’ll say three since the basement is split by a curtain. Inhabitants: me, Cool Mum, Cool Baby, Cool Newbie, and two Cool Roomies. Six inhabitants, “three” bedrooms.

You steal all your toilet paper from public restrooms and use napkins from pizza places as Kleenex.

Totally guilty of using leftover napkins as napkins, tissues, and burp cloths. Sometimes all on the same napkin! (joking) We don’t steal TP from public restrooms, but I have suggested holding it to save money on the precious commod(e)ity.

Your diet consists of dumplings, Ramen noodles, and the sandwiches you buy right before the store closes that are half off.

Doesn’t really count, but I eat plenty of Trader Joe’s frozen dumplings and we do have some Ramen in the cabinet.

You take the bus.

Also doesn’t count so much when you’re sharing the bus with Wall Street execs.

All of your furniture is from Craigslist.

We can one-up this one. Some of our furniture is from Craigslist, more of it we picked up from the street after it was thrown away by people with more discriminating tastes than us.

You cut your own bangs and you think they look good. (They don’t.)


Your mattress is on the floor.

After he revolted against the Pack-and-Play, CB’s mattress was on the floor for part of our six-month stay in the Cool One-Bedroom.

You spent more than 17 seconds trying to figure out your neighbors’ Wi-Fi passwords so you don’t have to pay for internet service.

I didn’t try to hack their networks, but before we secured an apartment, we lived and died by our neighbors’ generous wireless routers.

You don’t live in a loft, you sleep on one.


nymagpic“It’s a scam,” my paranoid mind said when I found it under the Craigslist volunteering section. Hours later, a photographer friend sent us the same listing, found on HARO:

A major New York-based publication seeks people who have recently (within the last three to six months) moved to New York. We are looking for folks from all five boroughs to include in this large-scale photo of New York newbies. The photo(s) will run an upcoming issue.

We responded and were added to a large evite. Everyone was told to show up at Pier 59 Studios in Chelsea, Manhattan. Pier? At night? Isn’t that where the bad guys always tell the good guys to meet and then throw them off the edge into the most disgusting Hudson River water? A wikipedia search told me that the Chelsea Piers, and Pier 59 specifically, was the intended destination of the Titanic. This couldn’t be good.

Sure enough, our ever-present desire to be cool trumped our paranoia and we ventured out into that desolate corner of Chelsea. In the rain. We landed in the most cool scene we have ever been a part of. Passing by Gap and Microsoft photo shoots, we found our New York Magazine room–all-white background with modern couches and an endless supply of beer, pizza, and way cool twenty-somethings. After getting our individual shots taken, we sat in the corner with Cool Baby (the only kid there) and our old beat-up stroller trying to fit in.

Forty-five minutes later, still waiting for the group shoot to begin, Cool Dad took Cool Baby on a walk. He was stopped by the photo shoot organizer, who had previously passed right by me in the process of marking certain people’s nametags with a red A.

“You…and your boy.  We need you to come in with the A Group,” and they marked his nametag. “And do you have a wife with you? Well, bring her in too.”

Cool Baby got us on the A-List to sit right up front in a group of 160! Now I know for sure that he is the only cool one in this family. But, it doesn’t mean we can’t keep trying!

And that’s how Cool Baby got us onto page 27 of the April 20, 2009 issue of New York Magazine.

[+20 cool points]