|These are shelves I put up myself & Freecycle rocking chair!|
I just finished doing some writing tonight as well, so I am either heroic or stupid or masochistic. Or some combination platter of the aforementioned. You decide.
I still have some pictures to hang, small table/shelves etc to sort out, and yet another godforsaken Ikea shelf to purchase...damn them and their cheap and yet somewhat attractive shelving options, damn them to Hell! So, thinking to change things up, will check out the Brooklyn Ikea and take the water taxi, so I can see the now-swanky Red Hook...and like, when did that happen?
Which reminds me that it's taken me about a year (at the end of this month I will have been back in NYC a full year) to begin to truly appreciate how much has fucking changed since I left in 2003. I mean I knew stuff was different but I didn't really know how different. In many ways it's a completely different city. And yet it's still NYC...which is the genius and weirdness of this place. It changes, morphs, r/evolves, is in a constant state of becoming-something-else but yet never does. But does. The great NYC paradox.
Speaking of which it's just weird to see more skyscrapers going up downtown. One of which has the horrendous name of the Freedom Tower. I am sorry everyone in the rest of the world reading this. I just am sorry. We are truly moronic and hyperbolic here. That's all there is to it. But you knew that already...
However, when I have to suffer through politicians from Both parties at their conventions saying, because they think they have to say: "The United States of America - the Greatest Country in the World" - well, I just die (of embarrassment) a little. What other country would do this? I mean aside from probably, say, North Korea or some other 3rd rate dictatorship somewhere without good internet access. I mean really? Really??
So, I am having to suffer my decision to stay here. I did not apply to about three jobs in the UK that I probably should have applied for because I know - all practical evidence to the contrary (like say, oh, health insurance, a real job prospect, etc...) I am supposed to be here where my heart resides whether I fucking like it or not.
I gotta say that in the whole 8 years I lived in London, I never once spontaneously thought (as I do at least once most days in NYC), damn I really love this place. I abjectly love New York. Weirdly, madly, deeply. I have probably said this many times in this blog but it strikes me as odd, especially when I cringe to be American most of the time, that I love this place so so so so much. New York City that is. Let me be clear.
Add to that my new apartment that I am beginning to love, too, beyond all reason - though it is a kick-ass place. I feel it growing on my like the continual smell of Dominican food (which is a good thing, because there is an almost constant smell of Dominican food).
Last night I finally used one of my fancy pans to make a stir fry. I'm typing this post on my amazing desk from Housing Works sitting on my ergonomically correct chair, etc., etc. Though the lighting situation is still a work in progress....
But there is Space and Light and All my Books and Journals in One Place on One Wall...amazing.
So I'm here for a while. God/dess knows for how long. But I dearly hope to finish a draft of the book here. I am not saying "I will" because every time I say that, something comes along to change that plan, so not tempting fate anymore on that one.
Oh, and I almost forgot, weirdly enough, one year to the day that I saw the Mystery Rabbit in my back garden in London, I saw a rabbit in Inwood Park when walking with my friend Dave...What does it mean???
Here's a picture:
|Rabbit is in center of photo - Very well camouflaged but there!|