Water, Water Everywhere And Not A Drop To Drink

I love this city.  You know that “center of the universe complex” that people talk about?  Yeah, I’ve got it.  I moved here 2.5 months ago, from New Jersey (I’ll take no shit for that, thank you very much).  Maybe I’m still in the honeymoon period, but New York has brunch with all-you-can-drink beer, an abundance of art, falafel on every corner, millions of beautiful, intellectual people… so in short, it’s a Utopia.  Except for one thing: I am going through withdrawals.  As I said, it’s ironic because Manhattan is surrounded by water, and the ocean really isn’t that far away… if you happen to own a hovercraft.  Most of us city surfers (and especially the grad students like myself, who are seriously lacking in both free time and funds) need to take planes, trains, and auto-mo-busses to access an actual beach, which generally takes about an hour.  So here I’m going to document the ventures, adventures, and misadventures of an oceanophile stranded in the city, along with anything else I find even remotely relevant or interesting.