The first thing I put in my mouth today is a piece of Stilton cheese, followed in quick succession by a bite of apple and another piece of Stilton. The bulbous bodies of two dragonfruit rest at my elbow, insect-like and alien on the blonde wood tabletop. Last night, under hot lights on Centre Street next to piles of bright orange persimmons, hairy rambutan and smooth, inscrutable bunches of longan fruits, they looked like the right thing to do.
Not the first, not even the second but maybe the fourth or fifth thing I read today is Joan Didion’s “Goodbye to All That”. I know this is a mistake and I know it wont tell me anything I don’t already know, but I do it anyways and quickly, skipping over words and even phrases now and then that I have seen trotted out again and again on this blog or that, in this article, under this headline, for one purpose or another: I am coming, I am leaving, I am young, I am old, I am fearing, I am fleeing, I am dreaming. I am gone.
Other moments in New York
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Espressoing
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A few more days
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Goodbye
A final Hi meeting
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meditation, Creativity
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
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Web, development
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
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subway, music
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
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Feminism
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
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Travel
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
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stars, Grandma, Love
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."
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