The Black Snob is officially at blacksnob.com! If you saved the old address, no worries, I still haven’t figured out how to make the new address the main address. For now, they’re both sharing.
It’s confusing. I’m not an internet superstar over here. So if the site goes down over the weekend, that’s just me trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing.
Also, I’m returning the airwaves at NPR for their News and Notes segment. I will be jacking it up noonish on May 28th.
And I totally want to thank all the people who have donated to the “Keep me from eating Top Ramen” fund. I don’t know if you all realize how much this really means to me.
1) It means I don’t suck as a writer. After not being able to get a job as a writer for two years I was starting to think that I sucked. Thank you for fixing that.
2) I’m not completely destitute, because my parents help me out, but, dude … I’m poor.
I used to be ashamed of saying I was poor because I have degrees and such and come from an upper middle class background. Even as my phone was being cut off in California and my credit cards were being cut up and I was bargaining/lying to my landlord to keep him from evicting me I would still tell people I was middle class when really the only thing “middle class” about me was that I graduated from Hazelwood Central High School in St. Louis County a decade ago.
Eventually I accepted that I was broke. And there was a lot of “poor, pitiful me” (and I still do that sometimes), but I decided to keep slugging away even though I was sewing patches on my favorite jeans (which have now completely disintegrated. I still wear them around the house, but … they’re dead, man.)
When I returned to St. Louis last year, sans job, I returned with a grand total of two pairs of shoes, only one wearable. The wearable pair, some four-year-old brown European-style tennis shoes, started to die before I moved home so I bought a pair of black flats for job interviews and a pair of tennis shoes.
Then, this February, the black shoes completely fell apart, both soles cracking then falling off at the same time causing me to fall while trying to cross a brick-laid street in downtown.
So I had one pair of brown shoes where the leather was cracking and separating from the sole and another pair that was in a landfill somewhere. Most of my freelance money goes for bills and divorce/credit card debt so … you folks totally bought me two new pairs of shoes!
Really. You are really, really awesome. I can not say that enough. YOU ARE AWESOME. I didn’t think I’d get so many people so soon who were willing to help me out just because they enjoy my rants, satire, analysis and columns. I’m glad you like the content so much that you’re willing to spare some dollars for the world’s most educated quasi homeless poor person.
So the donors’ names, and their new Snob aliases, are all on the left side bar underneath my official panhandling statement. I can’t really give you anything to return the favor, but you’re all stars in my show. And thanks for the shoes!
(They’re very nice and durable.)
PS. The picture is of Baby Sis, the “littlest” Snob in the Snob Family. Even when clowning, she was and is ever the diva.