#procro

(lo conosco perché Alessandra Mastronardi nell’allieva era di lì e Lino Guanciale la chiamava Sacrofano)

FRANKLIN AVENUE

Little Zelda + Rosebud Vintage

Franklin Ave - Crown Heights :: Prospect Heights :: ProCro

I have an essay due tomorrow at 5 PM. I've been at it for the past 45 minutes and thought I was being decently productive. Then I looked at my Recent Internet History.

  As you can tell, I have the academic attention span of a goldfish.

I am a loud and proud procrastinator. I live and breathe the Art of procro. I don't even watch my favorite TV shows on time. My roommate says I always procrastinate and then procrastinate even more by complaining about how I always procrastinate. Which is probably true. Except I just realized something.

Procrastinating isn't really any different from doing homework like a normal person. I can prove it! Mathematically! I'm about to blow your mind right now, just wait for it...

OKAY SO, let's say you've got a 10-paged paper to write. Actually, ew, jokes, I hate that example. it reminds me of the shit I still have to do.

OKAY SO, let's say you've got a 35-paged chapter to read for your Psychocommunobiochemicalbanana Studies class, and you've got a week to do so. 

Here's how a non-procro might get 'er done:

Day 1: 5 pages. Day 2: 5 pages. Day 3: 5 pages. Day 4: 5 pages. Day 5: 5 pages. Day 6: 5 pages. Day 7: 5 pages.

Here's how a procro like myself would absolutely get 'er done:

Day 1: 0 pages. Day 2: 0 pages. Day 3: 0 pages. Day 4: 0 pages. Day 5: 0 pages. Day 6: 0 pages. Day 7: 35 pages!!!!1!!!1!!!!!!

The thing is, the non-procro way might look more productive, but in the end, the same amount of pages is being read. The same amount of work is being done. The same amount of time spent dicking around is happening. Because although 5+5+5+5+5+5+5=35, 0+0+0+0+0+0+35 also = 35. BITCHES AND HOES.

Sooooo next time you feel bad about watching obnoxious amounts of cute animal videos or belting almost every Kelly Clarkson song in your room or watching wet paint dry instead of doing your schoolwork, just remember: As long as you get it done eventually, who gives a fuck?

No one! 

Osman, author of "Inventing Brownstone Brooklyn: Gentrification and the Search for Authenticity", penned an op-ed in the Daily News about Assemblyman Hakeem Jeffries's (D-Fort Greene, Clinton Hill, ProCro) bill to stop arbitrary name changes for neighborhoods:

A good deal of the names used today are an outgrowth of the neighborhood organizing movement of the 1960s and '70s. In struggling areas throughout the city, grassroots activists coined new names or drew on forgotten ones with the hope that a strong identity would help deter flight to the suburbs, increase citizen participation in improvement projects, preserve architectural treasures and foster a stronger sense of community. At the same time, the city granted more political power to neighborhoods. Prospect-Lefferts Gardens, for example, was coined by an interracial group of homeowners in the late '60s to protest red-lining and to lobby for better municipal services. The Stuyvesant Heights historic district was lobbied for by a group of middle-class black homeowners in part to counter the stigma of the name Bedford-Stuyvesant. A young funeral home owner came up with Carroll Gardens in 1964 to try to stem the flight of his fellow Italian-Americans to the suburbs of Long Island. ... Regardless of the ultimate fate of Jeffries's proposal, we should all continually question each neighborhood name: Who coined it, and why? Who is included within its borders? Who is left out?

It's an interesting read in full.

I am both disgusted and delighted by the re-branding of New York City neighborhoods with abbreviated nonsense. Crappy that developers and real estate agents are taking the lead. However, pretty excellent to live in Dumbo (Down Under Manhattan Bridge Overpass).