Yours truly is currently on assignment in the city of all cities, NYC, for the Christmas (read: CHRIST-used-as-excuse-to-aMASs-consumer-goods) season. This was after a 7 to 11 traveling day to get here via train, plane, y carro. 3 ½ hours in my old Subarita to San Francisco, wherein we abandoned her to the mercy of the streets, hoping that she won’t be broken into and peed inside of during our absence, and then we hopped onto the BART for an hour’s ride into the airport, commencing thence onto the final 5 hour leg of our journey via sky.
So I’m now here in an apartment in Manhattan, listening at this very moment to cars outside of the window bleeping their horns assertively—if there is one thing that NYC is about, it’s assertiveness—and trying not to itch my eyes because an old smelly dog in this apartment is apparently activating allergies in me I didn’t even know I had. I can’t say that I know much of New York, having only been here 2 times before, but I do admit to feeling a certain affection for it, mainly due to its immediate contrast to Los Angeles, where I lived for 4 years. After LA, the aggression of New Yorkers seems positively loving. They engage with each other. They verbalize their thoughts. This is refreshing to me.
I’ll try to take field notes on this fast-paced alien American world and see if I have anything new to say about it.