I am just trying to get it down so I don't forget. Which happens a lot. My non-virtual journal entries tend to devolve into lists of things to do that never get done. This place is filling up fast with brainfarts. Here, take this clothespin.
If Google brought you here, I'm sorry. You are unlikely to find what you were searching for. But there's plenty to see if you care to browse around.
Since moving to the City, I have become prone to making all kinds of strange and random generalizations about living here. And observations about what I am learning from my time here. JY has on occasion suggested that I unfairly attribute things to this place. His experience here is wildly different from mine.
Perhaps it's not NYC, it's me. Entirely likely.
Some days I find this City heartbreaking and utterly disappointing, at other times unspeakably beautiful and captivating.
The balance between so many attractive and repellent forces continues to hold me in orbit here.
I thought I would leave after 6 months. But I am still here.
BBFK and Miss N came out for a visit this weekend. And a fine old time was had. I must tell you, those girls know how to party. Good company and good times, for sure.
I wanted to give a particular hat tip to the Bodies Exhibit. Which was pretty damn amazing. The human body is stunning. You and I, we are works of art. We and everyone we know. I was floored by their ability to capture and reveal this. And at the end of the exhibit, I got to hold a brain. Braaaaaiiiiinnnssss!!!!