March 2011
81 posts
“I’ll fight for a dollar. They don’t know me in here. Who’s on...”
– Overheard
He Fought the Claw, and the Claw Won
A saw a man fight a claw gate this morning, and he was utterly annihilated.
The 6 train dumped us out at 33rd Street and a swell of determined commuters spilled off and lined up to push through the revolving cage like well-trained rats who know cheap bagels are just on the other side.
This guy wanted to go the other way. And I think the tide of people and the tricky nature of the gates...
Living over the Tunnel Out of Here
Early when the tunnel traffic is light, the hum of helicopters & horn taps & worn brakes & bald tires sounds like a orchestra warming up.
I miss San Francisco so much.
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So I see you are supposed to include tags on this here Tumblr.
This newfangled blogging, I just don’t know what to say, I tell ya.
In a couple of weeks I will have lived in New York for six months.
Feels like every single second of it.
“I hate the way NY treats BBQ & Mexican food. Like it is some sort of...”
– Overheard
nogreatillusion:
… while walking behind someone slow and weaving when I’m late for work and we’re on the subway steps and I can hear a train coming and ohmygodifthatsmytrain just let me get by PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE:
I am capable of murder.
This.
“The present in New York is so powerful that the past is lost.”
– John Jay Chapman
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johncatk asked: so...not so much to ask...but just so you know...I am in SF...work at your old building thar' on Battery Street (on da radio side...), and tossing about the prospect of moving back to NYC, where I lived for about a year. A friend just told me about your blog...
Your posts are making it tough for me to not start packing. Really good stuff!
Your posts are making it tough for me to not start packing. Really good stuff!
“I think that for many people, being alone in this city is unlike being alone...”
– nogreatillusion
There are no hills or slopes or peaks here like the place I lived last. Seeing the sea and the city and the other hills with their own woozy-making views made me feel like I could handle anything.
What I desperately need is a horizon.
Fitting In
When I was little I would lie outside on long grass, hair splayed like rays, and stare up, up, up into the ocean of sky and the winks of light and the swirls of clouds and imagine hurtling upward, outward, away from the magnets and ground and science that held me down. I would feel infinitesimally tiny and relish in what that was like.
It made things like fighting parents or scary adults or...
It’s so nice outside today that people in midtown are eating their ten dollar lunches sitting cross-legged on the sidewalk.
One of the very best things about New York, and I do not say this lightly, are the fruit vendors. Everywhere you go you can find a cart full of shiny apples, giant oranges, baskets of plums, cartons of berries, boxes of nuts and nearly ripe avocados all sitting prettily, waiting to be picked.
And the cost is less than you’d pay for the same fruit at the grocery store.
There’s...
They say New Yorkers think New York is the center of the universe and that little exists beyond the city’s borders.
This is an encroaching entitlement that I myself am acquiring. Like being surprised that I have to add “NYC” to any Google search about a local establishment to find it.
snapshotsofthe7 asked: Nice blog. Keep at it, one day you might even be a New Yorker ;-D
“I miss New York. I still love how people talk to you on the street - just...”
– Madonna
