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Thursday, December 28, 2000
Then to New York
By Paul Ford
Coming to the city, and what I found there.
In 1996 I moved to New York. I was fresh in the workforce, and found a position at a small Internet firm, paid not-enough. A woman I'd dated in college told me she would not want to see me again; I began to chronicle my experiences and publish them to the Web. Whoever I was at that point is lost to me now. I would not do it again, but there I was, full of campus memories and only in the city a year, trying to put things into perspective.
In 1997, my grandfather began a long slide towards death, living in more and more pain as sections of his already ill-heart stopped functioning. I took a textual Family Snapshot
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1 NYCAlone and loveless, go seeking. This is a very small collection of places in New York that resonate with the author. Saturday, January 1, 2000 2 sections. |
2 The First Self-InterviewI took myself out to dinner, and we sat down and he interviewed me. Thursday, June 29, 2000 |
3 06 Jul 98How I came to New York I Monday, July 6, 1998 |
4 13 Dec 97Old cover letter Saturday, December 13, 1997 |
5 Pissing my Pants at WorkA sad, true tale of workplace shame. Thursday, October 23, 1997 |
6 26 Apr 98You Don't Own Me Sunday, April 26, 1998 |
7 26 May 98Delivery Tuesday, May 26, 1998 |
8 27 Apr 98Phone Call (1) Monday, April 27, 1998 |
9 03 Feb 98Holiday joy. Tuesday, February 3, 1998 |
10 04 Feb 98A plastic teddy bear and whores. Wednesday, February 4, 1998 |
11 Relationship WhiningSo sad, so sad. From the Subway Diary, 27-Oct-97. Monday, October 27, 1997 |
12 08 Feb 98As I'm writing these little blurbs, I'm listening to Elliott Smith, and he sings about the Ftrain. Good to see the kids rocking out. This is about work angst, of course. Sunday, February 8, 1998 |
13 13 Feb 98Bad Dream Friday, February 13, 1998 |
14 15 Feb 98The Coming War Sunday, February 15, 1998 |
15 24 Feb 98Slight return Tuesday, February 24, 1998 |
16 25 Feb 98A Day Wednesday, February 25, 1998 |
17 Relationship BabblingThe topic of discussion is no longer valid. Sunday, November 2, 1997 |
18 The Subway Diary: 21-Dec-97Fulton Mall Sunday, December 21, 1997 |
19 Not Dungeons and Dragons!Drinking and twelve-sided dice - a dangerous combination, 1997 Monday, November 10, 1997 |
20 02 May 98Dumb weekend Saturday, May 2, 1998 |
21 30 May 98The National Interior Monologue on Race Saturday, May 30, 1998 |
22 02 Jun 98Paging Tom Peters Tuesday, June 2, 1998 |
23 Social LifeThey come; they see me; they have their own lives to attend to Saturday, December 27, 1997 |
24 Big Mistakes and How I Cope with ThemScrewing up at work. Thursday, October 30, 1997 |
25 How I Broke Up With My Long-Term GirlfriendSummarizing the long-distance end. Wednesday, November 26, 1997 |
26 Auf Wiedersehn, ScheideA story of loss and sadness, and the absence of sex, and Kathie Lee, and milky thighs, and so forth. Saturday, October 25, 1997 |
27 Alone for the HolidaysThanksgiving, at a movie theater. The woman behind me bursts out in tears. Sunday, December 7, 1997 |
28 The Yahoo.com Internet Party in SoHo...and how I used it to get sloppy drunk Wednesday, December 10, 1997 |
29 15 Mar 98Airplane Woes Sunday, March 15, 1998 |
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30 TravelingMy first experience with business travel Sunday, March 29, 1998 |
31 14 May 98A Straighforward Philosophy Thursday, May 14, 1998 |
32 19 May 98Memory Brief Tuesday, May 19, 1998 |
33 20 Mar 98Another Literary Error Friday, March 20, 1998 |
34 25 Mar 98Drunken Entry Wednesday, March 25, 1998 |
35 06 Apr 98Jim Esch Appreciation Week Monday, April 6, 1998 |
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36 07 Apr 98Shelter Tuesday, April 7, 1998 |
37 08 Apr 98I Face Global Banking for the Very First Time Wednesday, April 8, 1998 |
38 10 Apr 98A High Station in Life Friday, April 10, 1998 |
39 15 Apr 98The End of My Speechwriting Career Wednesday, April 15, 1998 |
40 22 May 98Workplace Diary Friday, May 22, 1998 |
41 17 Apr 98Cover Letter Friday, April 17, 1998 |
42 19 Apr 98All the Old Letters Sunday, April 19, 1998 |
43 OverheardMandatory eavesdropping. Friday, April 3, 1998 |
44 New Years, PearlsI went over and touched the pearls. "Are they real?" "No." Wednesday, December 31, 1997 |
45 23 Jun 98Life Shift Tuesday, June 23, 1998 |
46 24 Jun 98A Thing to Do Wednesday, June 24, 1998 |
47 AfterThe first in a series about my dying grandfather. Death; it's something no writer can leave be. Monday, February 1, 1999 |
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48 ApneaAnother on the death of my grandfather. He was a good fellow. I miss him. Thursday, February 4, 1999 |
49 Meeting Sally FieldI met Sally Field, and found that she was mortal, and could not shoot laser beams from her eyes. Sunday, January 24, 1999 |
50 Taste for TodayA wee stylistic experiment without much bearing on any larger reality. Sunday, January 17, 1999 |
51 MontclairAround now in the project I was grasping for ideas. It was a painful process. I was not just out of ideas; I was out of life Wednesday, March 10, 1999 |
52 Sign/RequestA little story and a little sign, neither one of much note. Tuesday, January 19, 1999 2 sections. |
53 Meandering EntryDreams and what dreams are and aren't and oh God, I'm so deep, I'm the deepest man you'll ever meet, won't you please get in touch and tell me how deep I am. God help my poor readers. Monday, January 18, 1999 |
54 GrandfatherStories about my grandfather, whom I wish was still here. Thursday, December 28, 2000 2 sections. |
55 Trip HomeTrying to sort things out; an essay with archival value if little merit. Friday, April 2, 1999 |
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