ah, the pull of NYC that I know too well
“When you go, I want you to do something for me. When you ran around New York, you acted like you had never seen a fucking building or a bagel before. Don’t ever lose that.” — the dad on The United...
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Don’t move the way fear makes you move. Move the way love makes you move. Move the way joy makes you move. — Osho, Indian Spiritual Teacher Thirty-four days from today, I will set foot in NYC for the...
View Articlelooking ahead, to the future; east
I’ve procured couch space with a friend in Harlem for as long as necessary. I’m selling off some pieces of my life and giving away others. I have two budgets prepared: one assuming I’m accepted into...
View Articleten months in, I wonder at the changes
When I lived in Chicago, there was a time when I had no automatic clue as to what subway (oh, sorry, “L”) stop were closest to my destination. But over the years I was able to guess that sort of thing...
View Articleon moving, for a sixth time since coming to new york
If all goes well—that is, if I don’t change my mind out of fear (or, more likely, abject panic)—tomorrow morning I’ll sign a lease on a room in Chinatown. It’s a quaint little apartment, almost...
View Articleah, the pull of NYC that I know too well
“When you go, I want you to do something for me. When you ran around New York, you acted like you had never seen a fucking building or a bagel before. Don’t ever lose that.”… More
View Articlemoving the way that love and joy make me move
Don’t move the way fear makes you move. Move the way love makes you move. Move the way joy makes you move. — Osho, Indian Spiritual Teacher Thirty-four days from today, I will set foot… More
View Articlelooking ahead, to the future; east
I’ve procured couch space with a friend in Harlem for as long as necessary. I’m selling off some pieces of my life and giving away others. I have two budgets prepared: one assuming I’m accepted… More
View Articleten months in, I wonder at the changes
When I lived in Chicago, there was a time when I had no automatic clue as to what subway (oh, sorry, “L”) stop were closest to my destination. But over the years I was able… More
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