If you care about the life in the Big Apple, check this out. Jim Lowney (a funny guy I met a few times when he worked as a photographer in Poland and Hungary, and an old Prague Prognosite) writes a compelling account of being down and out in New York Shitty. (Found via Welch.)

Every night I work bartending some one calls asking if we are hiring staff. And I always have a few guys at the bar slowly sipping a beer or two after another fruitless day of job hunting. I don't ever remember it being this bad on the job front.

Take three minutes to read the entire post.