After three weeks of searching and trying to find a place to call my own in New York City, I have finally found a place - in Williamsburg, Brooklyn! I was looking all over, but was most drawn to Brooklyn as a creative and collaborative place. It is such a competitive thing in NYC…it seems everyone is searching for that perfect place and the perfect roommate. So you can imagine how thrilled I was when I finally got the phone call:
”Nick you were a big hit over here and we’d like to offer you the room!”
Nick Vivion, come on down, you have been chosen as the next contestant on This is Your Life in NYC!
And it feels like you won something, even if it is only the right to pay some rent to some people that might be ripping you off! I am extremely excited, ready to call someplace “home.” And this home is spectacular: it is a loft apartment, shared with 4 other people, right on the water in Brooklyn. We have a panoramic view of the Manhattan skyline as well as the Williamsburg bridge. Huge roof deck. 15 foot ceilings. Projection TV. Eat-in kitchen. Lots of couches. And the roommates are CouchSurfing friendly, so I might be able to finally host some people and give some karma of my own!
All in all, I am pleased. While I know that I wont be able to save nearly as much money for travels and such, moving to NYC has already been what I needed professionally. It has focused me and made me realize how my priorities have shifted. It has made me feel, well, more like me.
“mane diz redneck azz dude juz tryna mak fun of da black race…. mane dat shyt aint funny….and really….. tell me da whole point of readin dat shyt 2 uz wen we already kno da shyt……. muthafukaz stupid….. bruh u waistin ya lifetime doin stupid shyt 4real….. dat shyt aint kool bruh…. get wit it or get lozt……”—"Monkey See, Monkey Do" comment page
For those of you that took a moment to go and check out “Monkey See, Monkey Do” on YouTube, you will have noticed the absurd number of comments that have been left. There are hundreds, ranging from criticism of the video to raging political statements about evolution. Who would thunk?
It amazes me at how this user-generated content revolution has changed the media landscape - here you have all these people, who knows who they are, if they are intelligent or what their intentions are…and they are all Instant Experts on Everything! Sometimes I just want to scream you are all freakin’ idiots just because you have fingers and an internet connection doesn’t mean that your voice should necessarily be hear geeez you people are crazy what is wrong with you dont you have a life why are you debating about freakin’ monkeys isn’t it sunny where you live? GO OUTSIDE!!!
But then I catch myself, especially when I realize that I am sitting on my own ass reading the comments and bitching about them. Really, I am no better. And I am also trying to practice non-judgement. So. Power to the people, love the monkeys, peace out.
For the first time in my YouTubing history, one of my shorts was featured on the “Travel and Places” section. For some reason, the chosen one was “Monkey See, Monkey Do,” which I do not think was one of the best ones…regardless it has received over 80,000 hits so I cannot complain! I am just not sure how to translate this into some sort of career boost. Mmmmm, lets think. I could just become “The Monkey Guy” and dress in a monkey suit whilst vlogging. I could just ignore everything. I could….well who the heck knows.
All I know is that I am pleased to have people watch rather than have noone watch. And reading the comments on the video is top-notch entertainment! There sure are some armchair filmmakers around! This whole user-generated content makes every Tom, Dick and Jane an expert…well you know what I say to that? Phooey - most of y’all have no idea what you are talking about! But if it makes you feel better, then by all means, comment away…thanks for watchin’, buh bye.
Ideas anyone? Where should I go next? What should I do next? Who am I? Who are you? Is anyone reading? Does anyone even care? Muahahah who knows!
As I sit here filing my 2006 taxes on the last day posible, I daydream. I sift through notes from a year spent traveling, a year spent away from anything that means something. A year spent alone.
And I come across the above quote, scrawled on the first page of the journal where I kept track of my expenses. Even though I had several films on TV at this point, I was still shying away from the idea that in order to be Somebody you had to be Famous.
As I was traveling, my hippie half was winning. I didnt want fame, I didnt want money…I just wanted a good life, a content life, a DECENT life. Now I am back in the US, living in the bastion of the ambitious that is New York.
And I wonder: have my priorities changed? Am I too easily influenced by the lure of fame and money? Have I lost the soul-shattering revelations that showered upon me during my year of travel?
I have recently begun the transition from living at home to living in The City. The City is what those in the tri-state area call New York City. I have no idea what I am doing, all I know is that I got on a train on Tuesday morning as a random waiter in New Jersey. Then, that very same afternoon after taking a meeting with an NYU grad student, I was a newbie New York production co-ordinator on a film.
And that’s New York for me: in an instant, everything can change. From life to love to work to play, from one minute to the next it is completely unpredictable. You just never know what’s going to happen - and when you put yourself out there, when you let yourself go, when you take that risk…life morphs and becomes its own creature.
And that, my friends, is why I dig it.
In other news, why is it that whenever you like someone - really like them - they are already in a happy and loving relationship? What is it about rejection that hits you so deep and hurts so bad? Why is it that, even if you may not even like that person that much, you want them even more when you cannot have them?
Sometimes I just wish I could turn off these emotions, these feelings of Not Good Enough. When someone turns you away, when someone turns you down…it hurts. Especially when its someone that you could be into.
“It’s meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife.”