My problems != significant

Whenever there is a tragedy it causes us to put things in perspective. I was awakened at 9:30 on Tuesday, 9/11/01 by my girlfriend telling me that two planes had been flown into the World Trade Center.

We live in Queens so were not really in any grave danger, but we were pretty shaken by these events. My girlfriend had class that day at Columbia, on Manhattan’s upper West side. Class was cancelled, of course, as it was for the next day and probably the next few days. It’s rare to receive notice that class has been cancelled because of terrorism.

The events of yesterday have been thoroughly explained in the various media so there’s no reason for me to rehash them once again. But it felt completely unreal. It was not happening. The video of the second plane hurtling into the second tower looked like special effects. These sorts of things just don’t happen! I mean, there is an aircraft carrier group (USS George Washington) stationed off the coast of New York!

My girlfriend had so much trouble believing it was real that we drove around last night looking for a spot where we could see the Manhattan skyline. We found ourselves on Northern Boulevard and somehow wound up by the Queens entrance to the Midtown tunnel. Behind us, we could see the Manhattan skyline and the plumes of smoke and dust. I actually couldn’t turn around and look as I had to go to the bathroom really bad, but my girlfriend was just awestruck.

The Long Island Expressway, the artery that runs most of the length of the island, was deserted. I’ve travelled the LIE at all hours of the day and even at 4 AM I’ve never seen it that empty. I made it from the tunnel to Bellerose (on the Nassau/Queens border) in less than 10 minutes. Which is fortunate since I really had to go to the bathroom.

My heart goes out to all who’ve lost loved ones and to the FDNY and NYPD and all the volunteers helping out. I’m going to try and give blood again soon; yesterday I couldn’t even get in the parking lot. I donated $5 to the PayPal relief fund. I know it’s a pittance but I’m flat broke. If I believed in god, I would pray for them all.

Tonight I go back to Albany where I will pack more. My problems seem so trivial now.

I hope the revenge of the United States is swift and decisive. We must let these cowards know that we will no longer stand for this!

Moving != fun.

I am still in Queens. I am in the process of moving all my crap from Albany to Queens. Albany, where my life fell apart. I have 2 computers there, a futon, a recliner, a TV, a queen size mattress and box spring, a dresser, and the other various accoutrements of life. The recent Slashdot article entitled Dot Commers back to the Dorm really hit home. A fellow former Aimster employee even replied. Hopefully I’ll be going back to Dartmouth sometime soon. It’s odd to say that because I really hate(d) my time at Dartmouth. But I guess I’ll be glad to have that chapter of my life completed. Ivy League graduate will hopefully look better on my resume than Ivy League dropout.

I am trying to get unemployment insurance which will hopefully tide me over and get at least some of my bills paid off.

Right now life is a world of shit, but I’m sure it could be much worse. I’m alive and in decent health, so that’s good. And I have a great girlfriend/fiancee who is also alive and in decent health, and if she’d stop smoking it would be great. So things are bad, but not awful, and could definitely be worse.

More Tales of Death and Vengeance

Well, Aimster seems to be dying a slow and pained death. We were given what will likely amount to our final paychecks, even though I got only 20% of what I was owed. At least it was enough to pay August’s rent and stave off the eviction proceedings. Now I must move out of this shithole (FYI, Albany is one of the shittiest locations in New York state. I fucking hate it to death.) and acquire new employment and other fun items. THE SAGA CONTINUES.

I am still contemplating suing Aimster (and John Deep personally) for the rest of my money. But I don’t know if it is even worth my time. I’d really like to put him out of house and home. Since that’s basically what he’s done to me. But I guess his wife hasn’t done anything to me, so maybe I won’t. But I would like to. Really.

Fuck Aimster

On August 10, 2001, Aimster (Pi2 Products, LLC and AbovePeer, LLC) decided to not pay any of its employees. Instead, they purchased 60 new whitebox servers. What a wonderful business model! Buy many new computers yet don’t have any developers there to work with them. Also, make sure to give no warning or explanation for this lack of funds. Quite awesome indeed. So now it has been 8 days and I still have not been paid. The cell phone I have through the company is about to be shut off due to nonpayment. Advice from the office: pay it yourself and submit an expense report. Haha! It would be truly amusing if it were not so, so sad.

Good-bye Aimster! So much promise.