I finally finally finally got a new cell phone. No more dropped txts, no more "wait, really? you called me?" and most importantly, no more waiting literally 5 minutes for the phone to boot up and find a signal, only to reboot again at random.
My phone finally kicked the bucket upstate, so I ran to Oneonta to get a new phone. The woman at the wireless store asked me for my number, and i realized that its a pretty unique thing to our generation, that our phone numbers stay with us. They become part of where we're from. I'm a 201. My whole gang of friends from way back in the day is made up of 201's. I hang out with a group of 860's, who got their phones back at school, and I date a 757.
heh, just think its kind of cool.
About Me
- De.Corday
- Charlote de Corday, a figure of the French Revolution, was a rebel against the rebellion, an individual in a war of sides. Charlotte de Corday has thus become my nom de guerre as an individual caught up in a world that speaks in borders rather than content. I am quite simply a student of philosophy and theories of government, a musician and a coffee addict, returned to my native urban New Jersey to find a place rapidly gentrifying, changing, growing--whatever you want to call it, only to move to Brooklyn and act as the other side of that coin. I am trying to make art after four years of academy, trying to feel for an ever elusive home... also trying to keep my car running. Trying to live and work and create in a way that each is copacetic to the other two. I currently write freelance and work for a newspaper in Lower Manhattan.
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