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Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 23.
Despite being an otherwise good day, it still proved to be cursed -- not cursed like Cujo cursed, but just enough so that slightly unfortunate (given, sometimes funny) things tend to happen. For instance, on my 5th birthday, my parents treated us to a spree at Aléthea’s, a kid's dream candy store in Clarence, NY, where I grew up. I asked for a box of sponge candy, and my little brother Noel chose some Good & Plenty. On the car ride home, he complained that his nose hurt. Back at the house, my parents realized that Noel had lodged one of the little candy bits up his nostral. We spent the rest of the night in the ER while a team of nurses tossed out ideas to get the candy out. I remember pliars being an option, but, ultimately, they just let him run around the waiting room while the candy melted and fell out. Anyway, that's just one example. In July, I bought a motorbike. After passing my motorcycle license exam, I have been waiting two months for paperwork to be processed so that I can register the bike. From the beginning, it has been a mess. The guy I bought it from turned out to be a nut and he left town the week after he sold it to me, leaving me stranded without the necessary paperwork to register it in New York. Meanwhile, it has been sitting on the street, chained underneath a scaffolding, gathering grime and suffering blows from drunks in the night. Jake joked that it had become the world's most expensive cup holder because nearby construction workers would often deposit empty coffee cups in its basket. Well, then at last, on my birthday, my license came in the mail. I suddenly desire to go outside, clean off my bike, and sit on its brown leather seat, with the license in my back pocket. I turned the corner, and pointed my eyes towards its spot. I literally wiped my eyes, and took another look. Nothing. The bike was taken, stolen, whatever. It's gone. I called the police, they arrived, they told me they couldn't do anything because it was properly registered (see above), and they left. I've called salvage yards, tow lots, etc. It hasn't turned up. If you see some Eurotrash-looking jerk spouting down Spring St on a yellow Honda -- it's not me -- it's the inconsiderate wanker who took my bike, so please tackle him. 9
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Tiffany said... Happy belated birthday. 3:01 PM bwaller said... Happy Belated Birthday! Congrats on all your recent success. I've been seeing all the headlines. You guys are going gangbusters! 3:11 PM Lonnie Bruner said... I've said it a thousand times: women look their best between the ages of 23 and 26. Oh wait, you're not a woman. Sucks for you, I guess. 6:10 PM said... yea yea... i know it was your birthday... i'll you in exactly one month to wish you happy birthday. see you in november. 6:41 PM Jakob said... Zach, sorry you lost the money you invested in that bike, but really, this was a sign from God. 7:07 PM Herbie said... Hey Zach. I've been reading your blog for a while so I thought it was about time to post something! Happy Birthday and my sincere condolences go to the loss of your motorbike. 2:26 AM Erin Sparling said... When my bike was stolen, I was mystified because it was stolen from within an office building. So I just made a big sign, and it made me feel better. See this photo for inspiration. By the way, happy belated. 10:31 AM Ryan Eanes said... Ugh, sorry about the bike, Zach, but at least now you understand the house of horrors that is the New York State Department of Motor Vehicles. At least I have a (crappy) car now, so if you guys need a ride... LOL 1:48 PM OrlandoCatastrophic said... Happy Birthday (from the UK) Orlando 7:13 PM Post a Comment |
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 Hi, I'm Zach. I grew up in Fort Wayne, Indiana and graduated from Wake Forest. After college, I moved to Manhattan to get serious about a company I ran with friends. We sold it to Barry Diller's InterActiveCorp in 2006. I just wrapped up with a project I co-founded called Vimeo and left CV to focus on being a twenty-five year old. I have another blog called Copy and Taste, where I post about learning to cook. I live in Brooklyn now.  Del.icio.us My Flickr Me on Flickr Last.fm Linked in MySpace Netflix History Vimeo  Amir Blumenfeld Chris Bodenner Mareen Fischinger Fort Wayne Observed Nick Gray Hype Machine Jake and Amir Jakob Lodwick Oh My Rockness Jonathan Marcus Youngna Park Megan Scheminske Eliot Shepard Shorpy Signal vs. Noise Alex Soth Stereogum Ricky Van Veen Khoi Vinh Eugene Wyatt   Postal Skype SMS (via AIM) |