Posts Tagged ‘New York City’

Guesties: The Big Apple job hunt

Posted: June 2, 2014 by shawnfury in Guesties
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By Kolbe Nelson
Guest Blogger

All names have been changed in this story out of respect for privacy

I gotta say, Shawn Fury, one of the founders of this fine website, thinks I’m far more interesting than I actually am. He’s called me back here to put another entry in the TVFury chronicle of my time in New York City, which so far includes: how I wound up coming to the city and how I failed at making people laugh (complete with a terribly cheesy ending) once here. Today, in order to fulfill the new website mandate of one post every month or so (I’m so old, I remember when TVFury posted content every day), we’re talking about what may be the death knell for my time out here: my search for a broadcasting job.

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Circumstances forced me to go outside in the cold Monday afternoon against my will. During my time out and about I walked about 15 blocks up and down Broadway and now present, in picture form, some of the sights from around Inwood in northern Manhattan. This is a very small stretch of Broadway, and this is the same Broadway that’s in songs, television shows and people’s imaginations. If you wanted, you could walk from the top of Manhattan to the bottom via Broadway. No one who works for TVFury has that much ambition so this is just a slice of maybe the most famous street anywhere.

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New eyes take in New York

Posted: August 7, 2013 by shawnfury in Uncategorized
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I cross the George Washington Bridge for work twice a day every weekday. In 2002 I went over it for the first time, during my first move to New York. Overwhelmed by all the lanes and the city to my right, I missed my exit and drove around Washington Heights or Queens, I’m still not sure, until I finally emerged in midtown. On that drive I stared at the bridge all the way across it and took in every building as we made our way through Times Square in my 1998 Cavalier. Now I barely notice the bridge or the city as I come over in the morning in a carpool or return in the evening on the bus, my head buried in a book or my attention on conversations with co-workers. One of the great bridges in the country? Great, what’s the traffic like? The Hudson River down below? All right. The great skyline? Yeah, seen it. That occasional indifference is the result of doing the same thing for seven years and living in the city for nine.

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It’s a Fury family New York City tradition that we hit the movie theater on the holidays. Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s Eve, New Year’s Day — we usually spend them in a dark room watching the latest blockbuster or Oscar wannabee. Depending on the time of day — a matinee or the evening — the place could be empty or packed. On the Fourth of July we went to The Heat and I was surprised to see a long line when I strolled up to the theaters at 84th Street and Broadway on the Upper West Side. It was 7 p.m., I thought people might not venture inside when the fireworks would be coming up outside.

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In my continuing quest to convince taxi drivers and non-New Yorkers that Inwood is actually a part of Manhattan, a little look back at some history of the neighborhood.

And as always, I strongly suggest that people visit the neighborhood today too — it’s not what it was back in these videos and posts, but it remains as unique as ever. And as Law & Order: Criminal Intent explained, there’s even a type of code if you live here (which was don’t talk to the police; so if you do come here and have need to talk to the police, don’t follow the code).

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My old-man basketball league ended Wednesday night, though a final night of drinking and reminiscing will soon follow. I went out in a blaze of glory, or as much as that’s possible for middle-aged men playing in an elementary school in upper Manhattan. The threes were falling, the fadeaway was Nowitzki-esque. It was a nice end to a difficult season, one that was first shortened because of various bureaucratic debacles involving the New York City school system. A few weeks into it my knees ached and after a doctor told me I was too fat and needed to learn stretching exercises, they started to improve a bit before falling apart again over the past month. Unnamed sources insisted I was considering hanging it up. Not true. Oh, sure, I’ll keep whining about aches and pains but retire? Nah.

That said, the reality is my best days are 20 years behind me and, with my 38th birthday a few weeks away, I’ll have to adjust my game, especially if the knees go. It happens to all of us–Kareem, Jordan, Magic, Nash, Fury. But what will it look like as the years pile up, the hair goes gray before it falls out and the instincts become as slow as the feet?

Some possibilities:

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One of my first experiences with modern art came when I worked in Worthington and spent late nights with my co-worker and friend John Brewer. As we watched Heat and Casino over and over and ended the evening with drinks and conversation, John worked on or displayed his art. John is a man of many talents — great writer, respectable juggler, outstanding chef and amateur artist. One of his projects involved cans of Coke and toilet paper rolls.

It was art, he announced, and I bought the argument, as did his future wife. Our friend Cheri, though, didn’t accept his declaration and the two engaged in some spirited debates about the Coke project.

On Tuesday I made my first trip to the Museum of Modern Art and I wish Cheri and John had been with as numerous exhibits would have sparked arguments between the two of them about whether or not what we were looking at was actually art.

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Had a little incident Wednesday. For about 30 minutes, I became obsessed with hunting down and capturing a cheap airline ticket price I had seen two days earlier but had disappeared within 24 hours. Next thing I knew I had signed myself up for about six email alerts from various websites and I was tweeting at the account for American Airlines. I checked various travel sites — you know them, Orbitz, Priceline, Hotwire, and company — and at one point after entering various dates on Kayak I watched in horror as about 24 separate windows popped up on my computer screen, all of them offering basically the same prices, taunting me with their consistency.

Once it had all died down I felt a bit sheepish, checked to see if any hairs were out of place and if anyone would use the words wild, eyed and frenzy when describing me. Then I continued on my day. Still, I like to think many people would have acted like this if they had the chance to save a thousand bucks.

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By Kolbe Nelson
Guest Blogger

Ever since I was little, I’ve been infatuated with the art of comedy. I absorbed everything from reruns of Saturday Night Live on Comedy Central to the infomercials for the Best of Johnny Carson. When I was in 6th grade I used the money I earned from detasseling corn (I REALLY AM A SOUTH DAKOTA BOY!) to buy an old 19” TV and a VCR. I used those tools nightly to record episodes of The Late Show with David Letterman and Late Night with Conan O’Brien and I would review the shows over and over out of pure enjoyment. Unless my mom has thrown them out, you could probably still find some of those old tapes in my closet back home in Alcester.

It may shock many of you, given the information provided in that last paragraph, but right up through high school, most of my friends were not hot girls. That was ok, though. I managed to convince myself that love and sex would be too big a distraction from my duties as a spot-starter on the JV basketball team.

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By Kolbe Nelson
Guest Blogger

I was sitting in a bar in Manhattan with my friend Kyle Johnson late this past February. That’s when this grand adventure that has been my move from South Dakota to New York City got started in earnest.

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Kyle had been one of my best friends since elementary school at Alcester-Hudson and we were pals right up through graduation from South Dakota State University in 2011. He went to school for turf management, learning how to make golf courses and baseball fields look the absolute best. It’s what he was born to do. It brought him out here to work the courses at Winged Foot Golf Club, the home of the 2006 US Open where Phil Mickelson served up a choke job on par with the monumental ones Greg Norman had produced decades before. It’s one of the toughest courses in the country. Kyle’s one of the guys who makes sure it stays that way.

I was working as a weekend sports anchor for a TV station in Sioux Falls, a job I had held for a little over a year, and was using the small amount of vacation time and spare cash I had saved up to visit Kyle in New York and a few friends in Montana over the span of a week. This was a pretty new experience for me. Not only had I never seen the Big Apple before, I had never even flown in a plane. The excitement level for me was unequaled. We had plans to see the Knicks the next night at Madison Square Garden, but for the time being we were taking it easy, having a few beers in Midtown.

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