Yes, I am Chase. I thought I’d start off redundant if only to show that this little blog experiment is not going to be perfect. It really doesn’t matter though cause only two people will see this: myself and the late-night version of myself that will most likely be the writer. So I apologize to you, late-night self, because this is daytime Chase and I’m ready to rock and roll. Or punk rock. Or heck, pop rock. I guess at this point I’m akin to every other wet-behind-the-ears noobist blogger: ready to go, confident, excited, and annoying. Hopefully as the summer wears on, I’ll get better. But I’m making no promises that the annoyingness will alleviate.
I want to do this so I will remember my time this summer in New York. I always think I’ll remember things then I never do. Well, never isn’t the right word because I can remember the most random junk. (Like how Ocean’s 11 came out December 7th, 2001. Go ahead. Googs that. I dare you.) Hopefully I’ll get some pictures up and some new music gleaned from my internship at Bank Robber Music. That’s why I’m there in the first place. They do music licensing for TV/Film/Commercials which is my goal in life.
As for other upfront things, let me explain why the blog is named The 206. If you have spent any amount of personal time with me, you know the number 206 is a constant apparition in my life. Sounds ridiculous, but again, if you have spent any amount of time with me, you know it’s true. It starts with 206 bones in the body. I continued to see it pop up here and there. Finally, in the Academy- Award winning film (I think it won a BAFTA too. No it didn’t.) Dude, Where’s My Car?, the continuum transfunctioner was in locker number…well, you get the point. So as if to give it more power in my life, I let it be the nomenclature to this expedition. To give an example, I was reading The Far Side last night and one of the cartoons had 206 in it. The cartoon is, “Non-singing canaries had to take wood shop.” The cartoon depicted canaries taking wood-shop, something they were not obviously created to do, while working this toil in room number 206. It just oozes evil, right? Whatever.
I think this is it for the first post. Again, I leave Friday. Hopefully I’ll keep this up because my late-night self is gonna be hungry to read. Til next time, baby birds.