thoughts on the city while pretending to do work
1. Overtipping, even if you radically can't afford it, is always a good idea. There's something close to magic in the way that parting with a few extra dollars can make a cab driver's, or waiter's, or whomever's day, not to mention your own. It's a human gesture, a way to tacitly recognize that you see someone as a person and not an automaton for your convenience.
Everyone in NYC seems to have the same thousand-yard stare, y'know, the sort of bored mask that people wear in elevators? Even something small like overtipping can momentarily break that wall. And, at least for me, in a city full of strangers those hundred tiny human contacts are what keep me sane.
2. Even if you hate dogs, there's no way around loving a pug dressed as a court jester.
3. I derive a certain voyeuristic pleasure in standing naked, in the dark, in front of my 22nd-floor window. You can see the world, no one can see you...I feel a certain sense of detachment up in my ivory tower, but at the same time get a sense that I am very much a part of those twinkling lights. Mm.
4. In related news, underwear is overrated.
Everyone in NYC seems to have the same thousand-yard stare, y'know, the sort of bored mask that people wear in elevators? Even something small like overtipping can momentarily break that wall. And, at least for me, in a city full of strangers those hundred tiny human contacts are what keep me sane.
2. Even if you hate dogs, there's no way around loving a pug dressed as a court jester.
3. I derive a certain voyeuristic pleasure in standing naked, in the dark, in front of my 22nd-floor window. You can see the world, no one can see you...I feel a certain sense of detachment up in my ivory tower, but at the same time get a sense that I am very much a part of those twinkling lights. Mm.
4. In related news, underwear is overrated.