The Rangers lost tonight, blowing the game with 7.7 seconds left to go, and then giving up the game-winner in OT. Check out this blog for coverage of the Rangers season.
I was thinking this blog needed a new format. That gets said a lot around here, and I don't mean that a new design is required (although that might be welcome, too). By "new format", I mean that the tenor of this thing needs to change. Something I realized recently is that my name is all over the internet. My comics, my music, my writing and that's all fine and dandy ... except that I have a professional life, too, and, well, my so-called "private" artistic pursuits are pretty much public and not altogether warm, fuzzy and mainstream. I keep getting the feeling that expressing myself outside of work, by way of the internet, is someday going to undermine my working life.
At 27, I don't hold out much hope of making it in the music industry ... I can't even find people in this city willing to form a band. I haven't written any fiction in months, so I'm not apt to be publishing a book any time soon. I did graduate, however, and now have a Master's degree that does ... what, I don't know. As a "journalist", having a Master of Art in English doesn't have any impact on the payscale. It probably we do me no good except provide a wall hanging, unless I taught ... and I've taught before ... and I don't want to teach again.
I need to give the ellipse a rest...
It strikes me funny, in an odd way, that I enjoy so much the substance of my work. I'd never enjoyed a job before, with the exception of Starbucks at times — and those times were very few and far between due to many annoying customers and obnoxious, emotionally under-developed coworkers — and I'm trying very hard not to be discouraged by what I'll dub "the pittance factor".
New York is expensive. I work hard. I do good work ... I work well (take your pick, whichever you prefer). And I live in Bed-Stuy because I can't afford a safe neighborhood. Really, what good is a job when all it provides is the opportunity to be shot each day on the way to and from work? That's the city, though; mine is not a unique predicament. The vast majority of professionals in this city (well, I'd like to think so, anyway) are overworked and underpaid, relative to the cost of living. What sucks is that the demand for jobs here is so high and the supply so, relatively, low that employers can afford to lowball their workers because there is always someone willing to do it for less.
I should really stop talking about this because it depresses me.
I won't be playing hockey until at least the 12, at most the 19th. Our season ended when we were knocked out of the playoffs in the semi-finals by a team stacked with ringers. It's a real burn to lose to a bunch of cheaters, particularly when the league doesn't care at all where players skate, even if they're far too talented for a lower division. Still, we did well, considering we never cheated, and there's a good chance we'll take it all next season. My teammates are great and I'm really looking forward to getting back out on the ice; it's already been two long weeks since my last game. Not to gloat, but in two playoff games I had two goals (would have had three if the refs hadn't robbed me and called back my second tally in the semifinal match, but bad refs are just another part of playing at Chelsea Piers).
I think this will suffice for an update. I believe I kept it clean, no cursing, no libel ... it's a start.
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