This is cheesy to admit, but finishing Erica Jong’s Fear of Flying made me feel like I’d earned membership into an exclusive club. By the end, I identified with Isadora and like her, felt it was time to reach my comfortable cruising altitude.
Ya had to be there
From an email from my friend Nick, who is now employed again and working in the Chrysler Building. (He also lives in the East Village and pays about $200 a month in rent. If he weren’t such a nice guy, I’d be completely envious and loathe him):
My baby stops the morning train
If your 1 train was delayed on Wednesday around 9 a.m., you can thank Cade.
I’ll let Maya Angelou speak for me
I’ve had these two Maya Angelou poems in my head for the longest time, and now that I’m home where all my books are, I finally got to look them up. Guess why I’m sharing.
My salvageable male
On my last night in New York, the universe reminded me of one reason why I love the crazy metropolis in which I live.
Arrested development
A current student and one former student of I.S. 666 have been charged with second-degree murder and attempted robbery.
How fast time’s passed
They say, “Rome wasn’t built in a day,” but recent events don’t convince me. Surely, one day someone looked around, awestruck that Rome had been built. Seemingly. Finally. Completed one day.
You can’t even trust an elderly woman around these parts
*Here’s a fabulous story from guest contributor/co-worker of Cade, A. This incident strikes me as being something that would probably only happen in New York. Enjoy.
Contemplating just shaving it and starting over
My growing-out hair is driving me crazy. It’s not as short as it has been since June, but it’s not long enough to have grown out all the short, choppy layers yet. It also has a tendency to become an afro if I go to bed with hair that’s too damp and could power a small town with its intense static electricity.
Cheesesteak-ville
Getting out of New York for the weekend was just as refreshing as I thought it would be. Cade and I left Manhattan around eight Friday night, cut across New Jersey, and made it to Philadelphia in about two hours. We stayed in an Olde City house that Cade’s dad owns. One of the apartments - a three floor spread that would be preposterously expensive in New York - is currently inhabited by Noah, one of Cade’s college friends. The first night in Philadelphia, I tripped across the cobbled streets with Cade, carrying bags and water. As in any place worth going to, parking spaces around the city are hard to come by. Fortunately, Cade and I can handle long treks between parked transportation and ultimate destination.
