East coast children do too much.
Today I went into Philadelphia for the first time since I've been back on the east coast. I like Philadelphia, but I think I have written it off a bit, much as I have written off trash gay bars, New Brunswick and a host of other things that remind me of a specific time and specific phase in my life which I do not wish to revisit. However, as I rode the train across the Ben Franklin bridge, I did feel a small swell of love for this dirty little city.
Only few minutes later, unfortunately, I happened to read this, the Philadelphia City Paper's winning entry for their annual writing contest. It's profoundly vomit inducing. There is a particular kind of grungy romantic feeling for Philadelphia, generally expressed by suburban teenagers or students at the University of the Arts, which I find extremely distasteful and annoying and it is all over this piece of nonsense. It reminds acutely a poem one of my fellow students in high school creative writing wrote using the PATCO train line that rungs from New Jersey to the city as a metaphor for personal actualization.
I can not imagine anyone writing such a piece about Denver. I mean that as a compliment.
Only few minutes later, unfortunately, I happened to read this, the Philadelphia City Paper's winning entry for their annual writing contest. It's profoundly vomit inducing. There is a particular kind of grungy romantic feeling for Philadelphia, generally expressed by suburban teenagers or students at the University of the Arts, which I find extremely distasteful and annoying and it is all over this piece of nonsense. It reminds acutely a poem one of my fellow students in high school creative writing wrote using the PATCO train line that rungs from New Jersey to the city as a metaphor for personal actualization.
I can not imagine anyone writing such a piece about Denver. I mean that as a compliment.