Two of my friends live in Manhattan but work in New Jersey.
I used to hate New York City.
Then I thought about what my two friends are doing -- spending hours commuting back and forth every day, paying higher taxes -- and I thought about my hatred for the city they so love. That led to thoughts about where I am, and I was suddenly dumbstruck.
Who ever thought that a girl from a Third World "sleepy city" (Reuters, 01/10/10) could ever live in New York City? What quirk of fate allowed this to happen?
The point is not the supposed greatness of this place. I hope that gets across.
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I am here.
The promise is to attend at least one "event" per week. Readings, performances, exhibitions, tastings, screenings, whatever. Being un-rich, most of these will likely be free. In other words, small names and multiple "offs" preceding "Broadway," with stellarities (not a word) scattered here and there as my wallet sees fit.
I should note that I will not apologize for being a more-or-less philistine/ignoramus in any of my documentation.
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Here I am.
Went to see MoMA's Tim Burton exhibition with a friend. He called Burton Dr. Seuss' evil twin. I thought that was apt.
Exhibition site: http://www.moma.org/interactives/exhibitions/2009/timburton/
Found out that Burton is a very, very prolific artist meddling in many mediums. The commercial films -- tip of an iceberg.
Was shocked to discover that he directed a music video for The Killers. Quite a "WTF?" moment.
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