“The UK has become the first major economy where advertisers spend more on internet advertising than on television advertising, with a record £1.75bn online spend in the first six months of the year.”—
Something that I have completely omitted from this Web Log for no good reason is that I am going back to school to get my MBA at New York University on a part-time basis. I will remain full-time at BustedTees as the VP Retail; nothing in my professional life will change.
It all started about 16 months ago when on a whim I decided to study and sit for the Graduate Management Admission Test (GMAT). I took the exam in October and did extraordinarily well… about 50 points (out of 800) higher than the average at The Harvard Business School. I spoke to every MBA I knew (and some I didn’t know) and decided that taking off two years from work was not a worthwhile opportunity cost. So I researched part-time and executive MBA programs and ended up applying to only one program. I was accepted to the Stern/Langone MBA program at NYU about 72 hours after submitting my application, in part because of two very nice recommendations I got from my bosses, Josh Abramson and Alex Lutz.
Classes start tonight at the Washington Square campus which is about a mile from work and about half a mile from home. It couldn’t possibly be more convenient. I will be in class Mondays and Wednesday from 6-9 for the foreseeable future.
I met my classmates at an orientation a few weekends ago. I am in a “core-group” of 70 people with whom I will take both classes this fall. On the whole, I’ve never met a group of more driven and ambitious people. While at Stuyvesant and Columbia is was easy to find fuck-ups and people who didn’t want to be there, it was clear from just a few hours with my classmates that these people are playing to win, just like me.
Among the group I met another person training for the marathon, a person that coincidentally works for the Transit Authority on the same floor as the CollegeHumor/BustedTees offices, someone that recognized my name from our exhibit at the MAGIC tradeshow last year, and many many more. The group consists of a lot of financial-industry types from Citibank, Morgan Stanley, etc, some consulting types, and many that do more interesting work, though I’m pretty sure my job is the coolest. It was a great reminder of the charmed lives we live at Connected Ventures. “I work at a comedy website in the retail department selling funny t-shirts.”
So, that’s the story! Thanks for reading this long post.
Though I’ve been running consistently for 17 weeks, my scale seemed to indicate that I had lost no weight. I assumed weigh redistribution, muscle weighs more than fat, etc. It turns out, my digital scale was just broken. Yesterday we started using Petra’s as our main scale, and I have indeed lost weight, somewhere between 10 and 15 pounds.
I ran 36 miles in the last 7 days, the Marathon is 7 weeks from today!
I went to High School in a building on Chambers and West Street. My commute took me to the A/C/E train stop on Church and Chambers and the last five minutes were a walk across Chambers. The intersection of Chambers and West Broadway revealed an empty stretch of space down the avenue to the World Trade Center, putting them in perfect, full view. They soared over TriBeCa like a lighthouse on the shore. When I commuted in the dark during early mornings or late afternoons they lit up the sky. They had an undeniable presence that really held that part of the city together.
I spent the afternoon of September 11th in front of a TV in my dorm room. I was about 6 miles north of Ground Zero but the skies were filled with smoke and carried a burning smell reminiscent of Auchwitz, and for the same reason.
In the weeks and months that followed, New York City turned momentarily and indiscriminately nice. Cars stopped honking. People weren’t as pushy. We abandoned the New York City mindset, if only for a little while. Everyone was touched by the attack in some way. A friend of mine lost his uncle and cousin. An employee of my father’s lost some people too. The city was visibly wounded, and we still are.