Mister J. Beebs is Rivay's new cultural attaché; a seeker of the unknown, uncharted, undetected, unexplored, untraveled and undiscovered. A lover of the far-off, far-flung, out of the way, off the beaten, little-known, God knows where.
He's been around and he likes to share.
Loosely based on American oceanographer and naturalist, Charles William Beebe (more on him later), Mister J. Beebs has been employed to report on matters that interest us. Everything from interviews with his friends to where to sit in the Hemingway Bar.
Beginning now and continuing until all the world's little surprises have been unearthed.
Be forewarned though, Mister J. Beebs enjoys a proper nap now and then.
Mister J. Beebs lives in rivaynyc.com, flies Instagram, keeps an office in Twitter and has been known to drive a dusty 1968 Pinterest.
Fifteen years ago, Dave Chappelle wondered what the Internet would look like if it were a real place. It turned out to be a nasty, chaotic, noisy strip mall.
Today, the Internet still feels like the same noisy strip mall (only larger in size and more crowded). We decided to create a respite; a place where things move at a slower pace, where conversations aren't optimized, where you can come to relax.
And Mr. J. Beebs? Think of him as your host; he decorated the place, serves the booze and never takes himself too seriously.
Please enjoy, come back as often as you'd like and be sure to leave your calling card.
Please reach out to Mister J. Beebs anytime: