You love New York, but New York don't love you
I'd like to do a long entry, but I'm on a campus computer and short on time, so I can't retell the numerous stories that have accumluated since Wednesday. But it's been pretty chill. I've done a lot of walking and shit, not a lot of buying (yet money is vanishing like no other. This city is goddamn expensive) but I think the city is pretty fucking sweet.
I was sort of right in what I asid to Amanda, about getting isolated. Federico and Johhny are pretty much honeymooning, and Danny's mostly hanging out with thm. Marc and I are sharing rooms (oh man, the hotel is goregous. It's the sorta room P. Diddy might film his next video in) and he's quiet but not really (no offense) the sorta guy I could hang out with regularly. He likes doing his own thing, and I respect that.
But, like yesterday for example, I spent lunch walking around the city, and I ended up like 15 or so blocks away from the campus. I actually went into a Catholic church and started writing (I'll post what I wrote later. Next entry, probably. It's psuedo-philisophical). But I can hardly start following 'the boys' around and talking incessantly about video games and the Final Four, but then Lindsay and Jennifer are also grating on my nerves. I dunno. I figure it'd be in my own best interest not to say exactly what I feel about the whole thing, but I'm okay with it still. That make sense? It's weird.
That said, I don't want my whining (if thats what it is) to be construed as me not having a good time. The city is beautiful, and I love getting lost in the tight avenues, amongst bargain stores and streetside grocery stores and cramped delis. I love the old buildings that rocket upward so high that you have to lean down and cock your head back in order to see the entire thing. I love the ornate churches that have become office buildings or rehab centers.
I hate annoying parallel structure.
Anyway, I'd like to get that chruch-inspired thing on here, but that'll be tomorrow. I mean, I don't wanna hype it up (and I'll surely make changes to the original text, but all good writers edit and re-write, so I don't consider that cheating), but the fact that I wrote it alone in a New York church makes me sorta excited.
I need to get back to the Audiorium for this critique thing. I hope to talk to you all very soon, and I'll post again tomorrow, after YMCA soccer action.
Hope Bethesda is still standing when I get back.
And feel free to call a brotha and make last-second gift requests. I'm feelin like a philanthropist, so take advantage. I'll see what I can do.
-Carl
I was sort of right in what I asid to Amanda, about getting isolated. Federico and Johhny are pretty much honeymooning, and Danny's mostly hanging out with thm. Marc and I are sharing rooms (oh man, the hotel is goregous. It's the sorta room P. Diddy might film his next video in) and he's quiet but not really (no offense) the sorta guy I could hang out with regularly. He likes doing his own thing, and I respect that.
But, like yesterday for example, I spent lunch walking around the city, and I ended up like 15 or so blocks away from the campus. I actually went into a Catholic church and started writing (I'll post what I wrote later. Next entry, probably. It's psuedo-philisophical). But I can hardly start following 'the boys' around and talking incessantly about video games and the Final Four, but then Lindsay and Jennifer are also grating on my nerves. I dunno. I figure it'd be in my own best interest not to say exactly what I feel about the whole thing, but I'm okay with it still. That make sense? It's weird.
That said, I don't want my whining (if thats what it is) to be construed as me not having a good time. The city is beautiful, and I love getting lost in the tight avenues, amongst bargain stores and streetside grocery stores and cramped delis. I love the old buildings that rocket upward so high that you have to lean down and cock your head back in order to see the entire thing. I love the ornate churches that have become office buildings or rehab centers.
I hate annoying parallel structure.
Anyway, I'd like to get that chruch-inspired thing on here, but that'll be tomorrow. I mean, I don't wanna hype it up (and I'll surely make changes to the original text, but all good writers edit and re-write, so I don't consider that cheating), but the fact that I wrote it alone in a New York church makes me sorta excited.
I need to get back to the Audiorium for this critique thing. I hope to talk to you all very soon, and I'll post again tomorrow, after YMCA soccer action.
Hope Bethesda is still standing when I get back.
And feel free to call a brotha and make last-second gift requests. I'm feelin like a philanthropist, so take advantage. I'll see what I can do.
-Carl