10th Apr 2003

Where I’d love to work

I am itching to work somewhere other than the SF Bay Area over the
next year or two. I have a current resume, my own coffee cup,
great experience, and a smidgen of enthusiasm. Okay, a lot
of enthusiasm. I never say “Yeah, ship it already. Whatever.”

So, where Daniel? Some of my favorite cities I could see working
in are: New York City,
Seattle, London, Vancouver B.C., Sydney, and Melbourne.

A few impressions…

New York

I love New York. I know it’s a cliche, but it’s true. It’s not just
Woody Allen, Spike Lee, and Martin Scorsese. It’s not just the people
at NYCBloggers.com. It’s hard work. It’s cold winters and humid
summers. It’s rappers doing tumbling runs on the sidewalk outside the
W Hotel on Lexington, It’s the subways, the commuter trains, the
hotdog carts, newyork.craigslist.org, multiple plastic surgery residents
of the UES, Jamaicans selling watches in Battery Park. It’s the blur outside
the Taxi. It’s being on time, and doing what you say you’ll do. No
easy friends, but once made, they aren’t Teflon. It’s a theme bar, a
Town Car, Bridge & Tunnel, Metro Funnel. It’s Hell’s Kitchen, not
Clinton. It’s also getting away, skip the suburbs, get to the
country. So Hip they’re Broke. Do Something? Do it right. Put the token in the scrapbook,
and charge up my MetroCard. Pedestrians wait for the light on their day
off.

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Seattle

Seattle Emerald City. Tunnel jam honk I5 exit. The 5 Spot for
breakfast on Queen Anne Hill. A Green Lake cafe on a rainy day.
Political Activism hotbed. People that read. Fremont Troll. We
defined the Craftsman House, and by golly, we’re going to build 10,000
of them. Only Tourists go to Starbucks here. Sun out, Kayak out.
Useless Monorail. Not enough bridges to the Eastside, but on the other
hand, some say “why bother going there?” Pike’s Market flying fish, on the plate
at The Pink Door for dinner.


Londinium

London The Capital. Mind The Gap. Place your order for the Interval.
Don’t order coffee. Paddington, Victoria, Waterloo, tickets please.
Drive on the left, stairs to the right, stiff upper lip. Soho pub mug pint smoke laugh. Wear Black. We are the centre of Europe, and Paris
can right sod off! Tradition this minute, easyInternetcafe the next.
Arsenal or Chelsea. The Ravens are at The Tower, the Queen’s in
Leicester Square for the Premiere, the Tate jumped the Thames, and
the cream is clotted. Black & Tan. U-turn Taxi Driver with The Knowledge,
take me to South Ken, Sumner off Old Brompton, Number 16. Sign in,
tea and biscuits, lights out. Wakey wakey, eggs & bakey. Say no
more.


Sydney

Sydney. San Francisco with an Overdose. Bridgeclimb first, pub
later. Friendly everyone. Urban Oz. I’ll have coffee, Long Black,
and you’re having Flat White? No Worries. Bats in the park. In the
air, the monorail that goes nowhere, underground, the stores go on for
blocks. Sudden rain soon over. JetCat Ferry to Manly Beach. No Vegemite for me,
thanks. Relax.

Date: Thursday, April 10th, 2003 at 8:04 pm | Category: Photo, Travel | RSS Feed: RSS 2.0 feed.

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