August 16, 2004: Time Machine
Recently, have been apartment hunting, looking for a larger place - somewhere I do not have to store everything under my bed and in my stove, and where I do not have to rotate my clothes by season. In the midst of this emotionally challenging time (do you realize how much a piece of shit apartment with no windows costs in this city?), I looked at other areas of the New York, and had the chance to think about if I could call them my home.
However, after searching craigslist and the Voice ads for 3 weeks, I found my new apartment, only 2 blocks south of where I currently reside in the East Village. While I contemplated living in the West Village, Gramercy, and Chelsea, they just did not feel like home. So I will remain in the area for a couple more years, which will take me to the end of my time requirement at work. After that, who knows what will happen...
Anyway, one of the reasons why I love living in the East Village is because of the random and outrageous sights that I see on a regular basis (for some reason, most of them are seen when I forget to take my camera with me). This "Time Machine" is a perfect example. There it was, parked right by my apartment on a Friday evening. I had a chance to speak with the man who created and drove the vehicle, a Ford van at birth. He told me that he made it because he wanted to create something that would turn heads. I guess he accomplished that.
[Unrelated: Garden State is a horrible movie, unless you like movies with cliches, unnecessary character development and predictability. Spend your $10.25 on something else.]
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