Category Archives: Gawker

Pie Charts and Missed Connections

I ran across an interesting post in the underbelly of the gawker archives today about New Yorkers and their missed connections:

http://gawker.com/news/craigslist/craigslists-missed-connections-the-breakdown-205154.php

Here is a sample of one of these tantilizing pie charts:

Enjoy, fellow New Yorkers and Craigslist perusers.

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Gawk at These Jobs

As the real world readily approaches us collegiate and post-collegiate individuals, the search for a great job seems to be as elusive as the lost-dryer-sock. Craigslist, though occasionally helpful, is fraught with fraudulent posting, false promises, and abundant opportunities to sell your body. However, if you aspire to become a personal escort, or do a job for “worthwhile contacts” who are just so worthwhile that they cannot pay you, this is your website.

I recently stumbled upon a reputable source of jobs for big names in publishing, PR, arts & design, and new media. Ironically, it’s part of a blog. It provides you with both your daily dose of snark and the potential for career advancement. Ladies, gents, hermaphrodites, and plant life: Gawker Jobs.

Also, for those interested in NYC real estate I have found a great deal of luck from NY Habitat. Please feel free to contact me for more information about the cheery agent who helped us find an apartment with AC and internet. Did I mention AC and internet? Without those, life would be creating a whole new ring of hell right now. AC and heat are crucial for NY summers and winters, unless you want your heated/cooled towel to be your bedmate for the entire season.

P.S. Yes, Towelie, I still love you. Please don’t cry… (you’re woefully less plushy and absorbent that way…)

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New Yorkers at Play

Overheard a few days ago in a Union Square shoe store:

Employee to Boss: So, it’s my money, right? Like I-can-shove-it-up-my-ass-if-I-want-to money?

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Also, apparently you get your own words if you’re a British Jew.

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