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does anyone wanna be friends? lol

the lonely new york transplant feeling is sinking in again.

 

Hi friend. Don't let NY get you down. I'll be around during the holiday season if you wanna grab a drink or something.

 

Anyone claiming unemployment, how long is my first claim actually going to be pending for?

 

I think I messed up filling out the form online

 

oh me too. i could only enter info for 1 employer, even though i selected 2. the system already had one of my jobs (the part time one) so i entered the info based on my independent contractor work. also, i'm pretty sure i have to apply for the Pandemic Unemployment Assistance, but i can only do that after i'm denied regular UI. i have a feeling it won't be soon

 

Same thing I had to input multiple employers but it wasn't working right.

 

I was able to file no problem last week. I have to claim my first benefit tomorrow. Hoping it goes smoothly.

 

The same stuff

 

Claiming is actually the easiest part, it's the "pending" that is a killer.

 

My sister found this awesome website. Between 1939 and 1940, the city took photos of every building in NYC and put it in the municipal archives. Now they are available to see on a map. Just type in any address and it will show you what that address looked like in 1940. If the land is empty, it'll show you the nearest possible building/house.

1940s.nyc

 

My house on Staten Island is not there because my area was all farmland in the 40s, but my house I grew up in in Brooklyn is exactly the same.

My dad looked up his grandparents house in Brooklyn and in the photo of their house, you can see my great grandparents and my grandmother as a child. So cool.

 

This. Is. Awesome.

 

Wow, my childhood home in Queens looked exactly the same in 1940 as it did when we moved in in 1994.
And my current apartment building on the UWS looks like a complete different street.

 

This is so cool! Thanks for sharing!

 

Every week for my MLB 13 Run Pool I write a themed update. With my move back to Long Beach, NY from Brooklyn coming up, this week's theme was my reasons why New York City will never die. I'll share that here.

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Yes, very exciting stuff. But also, deeply bittersweet for me. Because Long Beach and New York City are like 1A and 1A.1 for me. I love them beyond description for so many different reasons. And with right around this week being the 13-year anniversary of me moving in at NYU combined with the surreal reality we are still living through, I don't think I've ever been more enamored by the strength of this city.

Because make no mistake: it is not the politicians who have guided us through this crisis. It is the people. Not the guy writing a book about "beating" the crisis during the crisis who presided over so many needless deaths by not shutting down two weeks, or even a week earlier. Not the one everyone uniformly disdains regardless of political ideology. It's the grocery store employees who showed up to work every day with no hazard pay. The nurses who worked through unconscionable shortages of PPE, bringing people back to health or holding the phone for someone's isolated final FaceTime with family. It's everyone who wore a mask and is still wearing masks.

Because despite this melting pot—a city that speaks 600 languages with around 180 of them in the "World's Borough" of Queens alone—we are intrinsically drawn together by our shared compassion for our fellow human being. We're 8 million as one. America's second-largest city of Los Angeles? 4 million and they can't figure this crap out.

New Yorkers could live to be 125 and hopefully never experience something like this again. The sound of hospital sirens wailing through the night, the eerie dread of the empty streets, the refrigerated truck outside of Brooklyn Hospital Center. The nightmare's far from over, but compared to where we were this feels like a new hope. I'm foolish enough to feel optimistic.

So you cannot possibly imagine my utter contempt for the most tired of the cottage industry lazy thinkpiece complex: "New York Is Dead."

Let's get to something real here about the contradiction that is the world's greatest city: what is dead may never die and in order to love New York City, you need to be at least a little bit dead inside. You need to be willing to deal with the trash, the smells, the sounds, the "rudeness," the breakneck speed, the shoebox apartments at abusive cost, the freezing cold to sweaty hot winter subway commute, and everything in between.

And yet, even though it requires that certain degree of that deadness, if you cannot walk the streets of the city every single time and feel a sense of wide-eyed wonder and gratitude with every single step, I'm not quite sure what to say. Because behind the doors of every building and up in those windows, stretching up into the sky and out into the horizon is everything you could ever imagine.

There's what you can do: You can walk outside and eat any kind of food you could imagine. Drink any kind of drink. See any kind of music or internationally-beloved band artist coming through on any given night. You can world-class people watch on any wooden park bench. It's the most welcome, overwhelming Choose Your Own Adventure book you'd ever want.

But truly, it's about what others are doing. There's a struggling writer perfecting what will be his or her breakthrough, blockbuster screenplay. There's an undocumented immigrant working three jobs to feed himself and his family back home. There's an orgy involving a lot of piss. There's a Holocaust survivor living out his or her last days, every single one a gift they didn't think they would receive. There's an amateur chemist's bathtub bubbling with a drug you can't pronounce. There's an empty apartment that some foreign billionaire comes to exactly one weekend of the entire year. There's an orgy involving strictly butt stuff. There's the next James Murphy or David Byrne scribbling songs a friend's floor. There are artists, dreamers, idealists, pessimists, people of every color, belief, and background, coming from all over the United States and further across the entire roofless rock we are floating through space on.

How can you not be amazed by it all? Plus, you get to do stuff like this while thinking of all of the above.

But back to the limpdicks bizarrely beating their chests over this imminent demise—Newsmax "journalists" sharing end-of-month UHaul line videos, bros from flyover country commenting on Barstool Sports' Instagram about anarchy in these streets, politicians openly rooting against the prosperity of a place that accounts for 8% of the entire country's GDP. Do I have all the answers? Absolutely not. Can I predict the future? Can't do that either. But I am smart enough to know that betting against New York City is a sucker's bet.

More recent doom and gloom "exodus" moments from the city included post-9/11, an initial panic which proved to not be a longer-term trend less than a decade later. Similarly, a single day of financial terror in the form of Black Monday shook the city initially, only to lead to a rebirth and reset in the early 90's.

Perhaps the seismic effects of COVID-19 will reverberate strongly and rewrite history. Perhaps New York will suffer for years to come. The French may call it je ne sais quoi, but this place simply has something else: it has it. And people will come from anywhere and everyone to experience that it. That it is engrained into the DNA of this place. So while some may spastically read the tea leaves of what may come for this city, I'd rather look towards the strength of its foundations.

It's fucking New York, man. You ever travel abroad and tell people you're from or live in New York? There's no bullshit in that reaction. It's a light in their eyes. It's that light that's gonna stay on for us...now, and forever.

 

Just wanna bump this thread to say that seeing everyone flood the streets and cheer for Biden today made me tear up. It's been a weird 8 months and it warmed my heart to see the city universally happy for the first time in a long time.

 

Don’t get news alerts on my phone, but knew he won as soon as a car started honking and then the cheering and pots and pans soon after. So awesome.

 

One of my most memorable days in the city. Sat outside people watching the joy in the east village.

 

One of my favorite NYC bars closed down. Such a complete failure of the federal government not to provide financial assistance to these businesses. Also I really don't understand why the landlords wouldn't work a deal with them, having some money from a tenant is better than none I'd think.

 

Noooooo that's awful. Shit, so many memories at Joshua Tree.

 

Fucking tragedy. Nyc is going to be a city of vacant businesses when this is all said and done.

 

Just finished watching Soul and, aside from being another great Pixar movie, there were so many little touches that captured the city so well. The quick Pizza Rat cameo made me laugh, the bit about how to pronounce gyro is something I've heard so many times, and tons of other things.

Made me miss actually being able to enjoy the city so much. Would've loved to see this in an actual theater.

 

Just moved to Williamsburg from Long Island, been less than a week but I love it here. Sold my car and it's great to be doing a lot more walking. Already checked out a few cool spots for food and coffee. My apartments smaller but after getting rid of some furniture and setting everything up it feels fine. I'm really excited to explore the area some more. All I need to do is make some friends, at least right now I have my cat for company lol

 

Walking >>>>>> Cars. Welcome to the city.

 

I’ve been obsessed with the idea of New York lately. Need to get a visit planned for when the pandemic subsides, if it does.