I’m the most popular me

Wow, this is terrible. My last post was in January. Lots of things have happened but the biggest one is I’ve taken my advertising career from New York to southern California. That’s right, I picked up everything and moved out west.

However, in this information age, my geographic location has no impact on whether or not someone can get in touch with me. In fact, it is very easy to find me. Thanks to Google, this blog, and me dropping my name in some important places, I am officially the most popular Kent Sewell on the Internet. At least when it comes to Google searches. I will ignore the fact that most people don’t have my name and that I’m not competing with any celebrities. Sucks for all other Britney Spears’ of the world.

The best part about being the most popular me on the Internet? Meeting people, giving them my name and asking them to “Google me”. In one search of my name you see this:

Like I ask my dogs, "Who's that?!"

1) My LinkedIn

This is great because it helps prove that I’m not a moron and am quite employable! This is corporate me. *firm handshake*

2) My Google Profile

Now that Google+ has rolled out, people can see what kind of word vomit I put together when I get a free moment. When I get a mo’. Obviously, this is not-so-corporate-me. *high five*

3) My Portfolio

And at this point, if people think wow this guy is employable and relatively interesting, they can see if I’ve actually done something.

There’s no crown or championship belt for being the most popular you on the Internet. I know, it’s a crying shame. But nevertheless, it feels good. Why? I don’t know. But in a world where being relevant or nonexistent is a click away, it’s nice to be front and center right when I need to be.

Aromalicious Bakery in Rahway, NJ

So many treats to nom...

Right before Christmas, Aromalicious, a Portuguese bakery, opened up on Cherry Street right in downtown Rahway. I’m a big fan of supporting local businesses, especially now. Times are hard, Cherry Street is not the most beautiful area of the city so I salute these entrepreneurs for opening a new store! If more follow their footsteps, downtown Rahway can be the fantastic city center most residents long for. More after the jump.

Ashamed

The total distance from my train station in New Jersey to New York Pennsylvania Station is approximately 21 miles. The trip takes 65 minutes and in those 65 minutes, the train makes 6 stops, not including mine.

The train moves at an average speed of 19.38 miles per hour.

It is 2011. I work in the city with the  busiest public transportation center in the country. And the best we can do is 19.38 miles per hour.

Pathetic.

Finally, Quiet Commute launches on NJTransit

AKA STFU

I’ve wanted quiet cars since I started commuting to NYC over 4 years ago. I was so sick and tired of hearing people on their cell phones at 8am talking to their relatives on the other side of the world. I realize that for them, the hour spent sitting on a train may be a great time to catch up but not at the expense of other passengers’ peace and quiet. I could work on my keyboard skills on the train but I realize not everyone would enjoy that, so I don’t do so. (This is a lie, my keyboard playing is awesome).

I’ve sat in the quiet cars every day this week, to and from work for a total of 7 trips. So far, no one has been told to shut it. Yay! I look forward to seeing someone escorted out of a quiet car while on his or her cell phone:

“Yeah hold on. What?”

“Sir you are not allowed to use your cell phone in the quiet car.”

“What quiet car? This is bullshit I’m on an important phone call. Hold on one second. I want red peppers, not green or yellow. Red. Are you still here?”

“Can I see your monthly pass, sir?”

“Here. Now get lost.”

*sound of paper tearing*

Then mass applause ensues. End scene.

I hate NJTransit and I probably will for the rest of time since this country couldn’t care less about public transportation, but this is a nice start on making me hate them less.

Breakfast at The Rahway Grill

True to my word in my previous post, I did go to breakfast at Rahway Grill. Full report after the jump!

Taught myself how to Dougie

So true story, I’ve tried to learn how to do the Dougie Dance. And if you don’t know what the Dougie Dance is, here’s some NBA player doing it:

When I do it, it does not look like that. It feels like I’m doing it correctly but according to my girlfriend, I look as if I’m seizing or am getting stung by bees around my face. More after the jump.

Economic improvement, one cup of coffee at a time

Rahway, New Jersey is a city of small-businesses that don’t know how to promote themselves. It’s painful, because Rahway is clearly not in good economic shape. Since moving here earlier this summer, I’ve watched one business shutter and have yet to see any new business move into one of the many vacant storefronts that make up the main street. It’s depressing, but in this economy, I know redevelopment takes time and it takes effort. So, I think I’ve figured out a way to contribute to the revitalization of Rahway.

I hate NJTransit but I know how they could get me to hate them less

As you know, I pretty much despise NJTransit and my now-dead Twitter account, which started as a normal one, turned into a microphone for my vitriol against the transportation company.

From flickr user Stephen Rees

After 3.5 years, I think I’ve learned a few things and I’m going to share with the world my ideas on how to improve NJTransit.

Realtors of New Jersey: Stop abusing the word “luxury”

Hello! I’m back! Well, it’s not like I went anywhere to begin with–I just took a break from posting. I present to you my triumphant return to blogging. Or not.

A few months ago, I was feverishly apartment hunting when I noticed a pattern: every apartment complex I looked at billed itself as a “luxury” apartment, when clearly, it was not. I chastised myself at first, thinking that I was mincing words, but the more I searched, the more this word popped up and the more I found myself saying, “Really?” It was at that point I got mad.

Luxury is defined by Webster’s Dictionary as:

a material object, service, etc., conducive to sumptuous living, usually a delicacy, elegance, or refinement of living rather than a necessity.

Based on this definition, let’s assume that every apartment I wanted to live in came with, by necessity and law, heat, air conditioning, water, electricity and optionally, gas. Let’s also assume that every apartment came with four walls, a floor and a ceiling. And finally, let’s also assume that every apartment has flooring of some type, such as carpet or linoleum.

Now, with all of that in mind, we can safely say that every “luxury” apartment will have all of the aforementioned necessities plus many additions that would make living there “sumptuous” or “refined” or “elegant.” Without naming names, let’s see a photo of one of these refined abodes.

No tumbling skills required: A visit to Fl!p Burger at Bloomingdale’s

For some reason, I only enjoy burgers when I’m craving them. It’s not that I don’t like them in other instances, it’s just that they don’t have that certain extra edge that makes biting into a burger special. The juices that flow mean nothing. The crush of the bun right before it gives and tears away… that normally magical moment fails to give me rapture. Luckily, my recent trip to Fl!p Burger, located inside Bloomingdales (1000 Third Avenue), coincided with a craving for ground red meat patties.