SILENCE = DEATH on Flickr.
sparkler champagne x karaoke
Wow, so angry! Of course these are 3 vast generalizations (and I admit I was surprised that such a love letter that described natives in this way was written by a native New Yorker)… but I still think it’s a beautiful piece of writing, and I always will.
And, are all transplants tourists? Or just the ones who take stereotypical pictures of downtown Manhattan? :) Feel free to comment, I’d love to hear/talk more about this.
There is hubris and presumption in suggesting that Native New Yorkers take our city “for granted” , or that those “from elsewhere” supposedly “in quest of something” are more in touch psychogeographically than those of us who were born here. Seriously? Fuck that.
The photo’s nice though. For a tourist.
The Option of Urbanism
New York City intuitively seems like an express train town. New Yorkers are considered more fast-paced than their city-dwelling brethren in other urban areas—there is a reason “a New York minute” is a phrase that means “very quickly” but “a St. Louis minute,” “a Miami minute” and “a Los Angeles minute” are phrases that mean nothing.
my heart break, my heart beat. // src
In a taxi back to Nolita, after the most arresting meeting of my life last week. Intense. // src
I was trying for several minutes to come up with something to say about this. It made me realize that it’s purely intangible stuff that recharges me every day. Then I thought about this Joseph Campbell quote that I’ve carried with me for about 4 years: The best things can’t be told, because they transcend thought.
(Source: cjn)
// Four more, please.//
Yesterday marked 4 years of living in New York. I went to Central Park with Nicole to celebrate.
I swooned all over the place.
Nolita
longer thoughts here.
