It’s recently come to my attention that looking for a roommate is hard. Like really hard. I’ve had my fair share of great roommates over the years but I’ve also experienced some roommate-associated-anger that led me to throw a plastic cup across the room (we don’t keep in touch). Anyway, my clear need for anger management during that living situation aside, I consider myself a pretty laid back roommate and finding the same seems to be a task that less focused people, like myself, find overwhelming. I’ve spent a total of 3 days scouring craigslist for potential roommates and I’m mentally exhausted and showing early signs of carpel tunnel syndrome. Is a rent-controlled, sundrenched apartment in Nolita with a rooftop deck and normal set of 20-something roommates too much to ask for? You accept monopoly money for the security deposit, right?
The Walrus and the Carpenter (aka Alexa and Jamie)
Not sure who’s the walrus and who’s the carpenter (maybe this isn’t the correct forum to discuss that), but Alexa just informed me that she is also allergic to oysters. Then - wait for it - she dropped this bomb on me: when she was in 3rd grade, Alexa used to recite this Lewis Carroll poem in front of her class for poetry projects. I didn’t know it was possible to love her more but admiration for the arts is clearly a quality I look for in all my friends.
You can find me this weekend avoiding oysters and drinking prosecco, waiting for Alexa to begin her recital.
I’ll leave you with an excerpt:
"I weep for you," the Walrus said: "I deeply sympathize." With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size, Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter, "You’ve had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?’ But answer came there none— And this was scarcely odd, because They’d eaten every one.
Interesting things people have said to me in the past 3 days:
"Oh yea, someone could just pull that sliding door right open!" - hotel security reinforcing my concern that the patio door didn’t properly shut
"It’s super retarded. I tell guests that all the time" - concierge detailing the -ahem- limited amenities at the hotel
"Do you think this was on Jock Jams?" - my client referring to the music at dinner. This only increased my kinship with him of course
"I hope the plane doesn’t go down since we’re all on it" - Does it really matter? Super weird
"Join me for a drink" - 45+ year old man who simply leaned over the railing at the bar and inquired. Not sure how you do this in Boston, but I usually prefer a friendly hello from anyone who’s old enough to be my father
"Why don’t we name all the conference rooms after noble elements?!" - ok, this one was me…but seriously, wouldn’t that be cool??
“Don’t be afraid to be a fool. Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who pretend to be wise to the ways of the world are mostly just cynics. Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it. Because cynics don’t learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us. Cynics always say no. But saying yes begins things. Saying yes is how things grow. Saying yes leads to knowledge. “Yes” is for young people. So for as long as you have the strength to, say yes.”—Stephen Colbert (via ageofreason)
“Sure enough, too, there were celebrations here in New York—or at least unannounced gathering points where determined celebrants could go to find each other. But no creative camera angles could hide the fact that this city was comparatively subdued. This seems appropriate: From the beginning, Washington was fixated on winning the war, while around here it felt like we just wanted to get through it.”—Andrew Rice for Capital New York on Washington D.C. vs. New York—two cities in a post-Osama world. (via capitalnewyork)