Hello! Did you think I would come back? Probably not. My statistics, upon review, would send the message of disappearance rather clearly. BUT I'm here now so YEAH!
I'm rolling out this bloggy here, new and improved, ready to meet all of your New York City needs--along with some things I'm sure you could do just fine without. I haven't been leaving the apartment too much lately, so that is why there is nothing being posted. I have, however, been sitting hunched over my notebook like a mad scientist of writing throwing down ideas and planning the future for this project. Oh and also applying for a day job... which I got! so now I will have some cash to go exploring, because let's face it, I do this with only the love in my heart to support me.
I must get out of the house, because I am so sick of reading about all of the amazing Manhattan apartments that I can't have. I mean they just keep coming. Where is my three million dollar down payment, please??
Jeter
Olsens
Thierry Henry
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
If I can make it there...
You know the line. You have probably sung it off key hundreds of times, whether it be at karaoke bars, the end of Yankee games, or in the privacy of your own living room, the words have belted out from within you. New York, New York! Or maybe that's just me and everyone I roll with. I certainly have done all of the above, although I'd like to think my belting occurred with the voice of a musical muse.
Anyway, this line in particular always burns me. I guess it is because I really believe it. If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere. I have always allowed New York to hold power over me and my life, to sit high upon that pedestal. Even now, as I sit and write about how believing this line as if it were a Noble Truth, I feel the fear rise up. I feel a dense pit inside me saying, Have you made it? Will you make it? Can you even come close? I guess I see myself as not yet having made it in Ol' New York, even though upon investigation of my life here, one could argue pretty convincingly otherwise. Either way, I know that I have a long way to go, even if that long way is just a path in my head that leads to self-respect.
Excuse me for getting carried away. My goal here is to conquer. Not by dividing, au contraire, I shall conquer by exploring and collecting and putting together the puzzle of New York City here. For me, for you. This city is the best in the world, I can say that with confidence. No, no, I'm not accepting any arguments so just chill. Alright, I'll show you.
This is me. This is my city.
Oh, and I think the song gets it wrong in the end, It's up to you, New York, New York. It's not. It's up to me, DUH. Welcome.
Anyway, this line in particular always burns me. I guess it is because I really believe it. If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere. I have always allowed New York to hold power over me and my life, to sit high upon that pedestal. Even now, as I sit and write about how believing this line as if it were a Noble Truth, I feel the fear rise up. I feel a dense pit inside me saying, Have you made it? Will you make it? Can you even come close? I guess I see myself as not yet having made it in Ol' New York, even though upon investigation of my life here, one could argue pretty convincingly otherwise. Either way, I know that I have a long way to go, even if that long way is just a path in my head that leads to self-respect.
Excuse me for getting carried away. My goal here is to conquer. Not by dividing, au contraire, I shall conquer by exploring and collecting and putting together the puzzle of New York City here. For me, for you. This city is the best in the world, I can say that with confidence. No, no, I'm not accepting any arguments so just chill. Alright, I'll show you.
This is me. This is my city.
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