#EDITOR'S NOTE (7.27.06): Shit! I accidentally pasted over what had previously been published. If anyone knows of a way to get it back, do tell!
#EDITOR'S NOTE (7.27.06 about thirty mins later): Wow. I just retyped the whole thing, from memory as much as I could. I am a really big loser.
Two things that need clearing up.
Point of Clarification #1: Contrary to my premature previous post, I will not be living in the dorm for adults in Harlem. While living in Harlem undoubtedly would have given me some great stories (and street cred), when I telling my parents about it, I made the mistake of using the word "Harlem". It's a long story, but basically upon hearing this, the parentals freaked out. Actually I guess it's not that long of a story, it just seems that way due to the three hours of intermittent bitching I received from my mother, who called every time she thought of another reason why I shouldn't go ("Not safe." "Too far from school." "Who are your roommates?") All the while ignoring the real reason of their concern: THERE ARE BLACK PEOPLE THERE.
The nagging and subtle hints of racism were all too much (and the threat of refusing to co-sign for me) and I decided to continue my search, eventually finding a place in Morningside Heights, about nine blocks from school. It seems like a pretty good situation.
A quick look at my roommates, by the numbers:
Profession (including side projects)
25% Small internet business owner
And, mom and dad, best of all:
Sigh. The things we do to please our parents (and find adequate NY housing).
Point of Clarification #2: Contrary to the byline, this recent list published by McSweeney's is not by me, but by my doppleganger/alter-ego/namesake. Yes, the person I'm referring to is none other than, the other James Yeh. This James Yeh, if you will remember, was the author of this particularly creative comment on my blog. (About midway through the comments, signed "Another, but the same as that one other time, James Yeh".) This James Yeh is also the reason for the incessant messages and calls I've been receiving (OK, OK, the three messages and calls I've been receiving -- all from people I know) saying, "Hey James, great job! Congrats on getting published by McS!"
Sorry guys -- wrong James Yeh.
I wish my namesake all the success in the world and sincerely would love for us both to become literary superstars. Still, I hope he isn't the first to get big. How annoying would it be to have to write "By James C. Yeh" after everything I write? And how pretentious? Maybe I follow the example of poet e.e. cummings and go by something like "j.c. yeh". Maybe I won't even use periods: jc yeh. Perhaps I could eliminate the j and c altogether, adopting the singular name example of Brazilian soccer heroes like Pele and Romario. "YehYeh" does have a nice ring to it, doesn't it?