69thstreet. It conjures up seedy images. Perhaps a dirty block where lewd acts occur. Maybe you think of two people ass-to-ankles. Yes, this name does have that unfortunate connotation. However, this is not the history of 69thstreet.org
In 1996, Richie Avicolli, Chris Abbonizio and I decided to start our own public broadcast show, Clockwork. It was a sketch comedy show that basically consisted of us making fun of the friend we called Monkey Boy. We decided to start a Web site for the show on Geocities. It was the first time any of us worked online and learned how to make a site.
Quickly, I found myself more interested in the site than the show. If I remember correctly, we decided to "form" a production company for the show. I suggested the name "69th Street Productions." I eventually made my own site out of it, asked Chris to make me an animated banner, and I was off.
Originally, my site was hosted off Geocities and then through the personal web space the University alloted me. It wasn't until the end of college that I actually registered the domain and rented my own hosting space (69thstreet.com and 69thstreet.net were both taken.)
But why 69thstreet.org? It represented a crossroads in my life. I found the transition from high school to college to be very difficult on numerous levels. I didn't know what to do with my life, what major to pursue, and, for the first time, I was faced with the question: Who am I?
For one, I was a commuter. I scheduled all of my classes late and, in the morning, I would leave my parents' house and drive through the city. I would get lost on purpose to see how long it would take me to find my way to familiarity. No matter what way I drove or where I got lost, I almost always found myself crossing under the 69th Street bridge with its
obscenely large neon sign.
Many of my friends and girlfriends lived in the suburbs in high school and college. My college was on the other side of this bridge, as was my employer at the time, and my favorite hang out spots. This bridge was a very clear and symbolic divide.
This distinction of neighborhoods and the fact that I was constantly filtered under this bridge really seemed to be the threshold between the past/present and future for me. My education, my relationships, the process of being found all filtered through here and I saw no reason not to acknowledge its significance.
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