media overload
Yesterday I called up Pink Haired Punk Guy to see if he wanted to help me blow some money in Soho. We wound up going to see Cake play (decent show, not my favorite band- opening band SUCKED), then ate some Mexican food, THEN saw "Motorcycle Diaries" at 12:30. Got home around 3 A.M. This guy's got a completely different take on NY: irreverent and unconcerned. It's refreshing, compared to my agitated and angry stance. For instance, he likes walking across the street whenever and where ever he pleases. I mean, standing on the dashed line and forcing cars to slow to a near-stop. Insane? Yes. But he has good point: they don't want to hit you, and even if they do-- they won't. It's true. That's just a big pain in the ass, all the paperwork. See, New Yorkers are in a hurry, and hitting a pedestrian will -ultimately- slow them down. Something to think about. (*Don't worry, Mom, I'm not playing in traffic. I watched horrified yet amused from the curb.)
Something else struck me last night/this morning. NY is tall, but it's not that long. It took all of about 10 minutes to get from the East Village to Park Slope. What is that, 2 miles? It seems so much further underground, with so many stops. Further with the water, people, traffic, personal angst, all of it. Nothing at 3 A.M. delirious from too much entertainment and numbingly hot Mexican food.
Something else struck me last night/this morning. NY is tall, but it's not that long. It took all of about 10 minutes to get from the East Village to Park Slope. What is that, 2 miles? It seems so much further underground, with so many stops. Further with the water, people, traffic, personal angst, all of it. Nothing at 3 A.M. delirious from too much entertainment and numbingly hot Mexican food.