Just killing time online I stumbled upon a bunch of blogs written by people I know. It’s odd when this happens to me, because I’ve been writing online in one form or another for nearly eight years and I always kind of assumed that people I knew weren’t online outside of their bands’ websites or MySpace/Facebook/LinkedIn/Bebo/Virb/JotSpot/etc. There was always Tape’s site, but outside of Tape I didn’t really know anyone else in college who kept a blog. Tape, by the way, was the first person I knew who had their own domain name. Straight out owned their own domain name. Years ago I used one of those free forwarding services for robblatt.com, but didn’t buy it outright.
But this morning I stumbled on two couples I know from college who regularly keep blogs. Perhaps I’ll have to include a blogroll, know that I know that other people I’ve met in the meat-space are blogging too.
Heh. Meat-space.
If someone tells you that they bumped into me today on their second day of work, please let me know. I was too busy going through my limited Rolodex of people I knew to admit I didn’t remember their name or where I met them.
Secondly, if you know a friend who just started working at Gartner in Stamford, CT, you can let me know too.
Thanks.
There’s no actual Goatse contained in the link. I promise.
Someone took photos of people (Ron Jeremy is in there) and their reactions to seeing Goatse for the first time. This is an AWESOME set of photos, because looking at it reminds me of what freshman year of college was like.
I don’t think that freshman today will have the same experiences. Memes are different lately. With us, it was Goatse, Tub Girl and the guy that could put two Duracell AA batteries down his… um… let’s use the phrase “pee pee hole”.
There was no YouTube, no Flickr. Just about no one had websites or blogs (I started in 2000 on DiaryLand - platmosis.diaryland.com but nothing is there today, wish I still had all my old posts), so we had to do some real searching on the internet to keep ourselves busy. There was Napster though, so we all had healthy music libraries.
Oh well. Here’s the link…
http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrneutron/sets/1568481/show/
In my mind, there were always two ways to becoming an audio engineer in New York City. The first is working your way from the bottom rung of the ladder. The second is someone calls you in, and you start close to the top.
I always had the idea that I wanted to live and work in New York City as an audio engineer. Instead of pursuing the career in Manhattan, I went to Connecticut to intern. I did this for a few reasons, the first was the appeal of winning awards was something I liked. And win awards I did. Two Emmys (eleven nominations) and an Oscar. Not bad for a 25 year old just starting out, right? The second was that I had heard from alumni that their interning wasn’t so great with the big studios and they wished they went to smaller places. I didn’t know too many people that got a job at their internship, but I knew plenty of people who parlayed that internship into jobs elsewhere. The third was that there was no interview, no need to send a resume. I want to UMass Lowell, and the guy giving the internship did too, so he trusted the program (and me).
So I moved to Connecticut and started working my internship. It was pretty awesome. I even pulled a 100 hour week, which is something I will be able to look back on and say “never again”. I had some help from my parents for my living expenses, because my internship didn’t allow me to hold another job. I fully expected to move after the internship back to Long Island to my parents house for a bit, then up to Boston. I was going to try and get a job working at Bose in Framingham, rekindle Blatt is the New Black and go to the Monster Factory to train to be a professional wrestler.
Don’t mock. These were real goals.
Instead I got a job at my internship, to my surprise. I knew I was a pretty good worker, but I had accidentally damaged an operating system to the point that the computer had to be wiped completely clean and we had to start fresh (we didn’t lose much work though) and had screwed up lunch orders more than a few times. My Massachusetts and Long Island inevitability were thrown out the window and I started looking for freelancing work.
Fast forward to today, I own a house, I’m married and I have two dogs, thanks to my freelancing work. But I’m always looking for more. A few few weeks ago I responded to an ad on CraigsList that’s a pretty good lead. I’m going for my third and final interview tomorrow for the job. A job that will pull me in close to the top, and potentially move me into the city. Nervous isn’t the word for how I feel about it.
Wish me luck.
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