the two one five versus the two one two

I spent the later part of senior year desperately searching for a job in New York City after a year's worth of preparation for life in the Big Apple, otherwise known as Beasting Out 101. Creating a "sound" network of friends and potential colleagues, finally learning to navigate the subway system on my own and without a map, and seeking out the illest spots to chill in the city was no easy feat, but this sort of difficulty is most definitely welcome. The arts sector is painfully unwelcoming, however. Fuck a degree and a respectable education (despite what my fellow classmates have to say), all I need is an endless, over-expensive black wardrobe and a perpetual pout in order to be qualified for a job that consists of sitting behind a Macbook offering absolutely nothing to gallery frequenters. That being said, after this quest I'm turning my back on the grande pomme and diving head first into the city of brotherly love. Yes, Philadelphia -- better known to my friends who are residents as Illadelphia -- and ill it is. I spent the day with some choice heads meandering about the city and I came to the conclusion that it is as cool if not cooler than New York being that it's got all the personality and less than half the pretentious attitude. Tomorrow I have an interview in Old City for a Gallery Coordinator/Assistant position at the Clay Studio, and I'm fully psyched. If this is it for me, then it's onward to my (hopefully wonderful) new and independent life. But seriously, 212 (etc. etc.) I fucking miss you even though you're a bitch who insists that boots and scarves are alright in the summertime and Long Island Iced Teas and Camel Lights should be at least $8.