I wish possessed the artistic ability to portray the sounds the city. The racquet produced, mixed with moments of glory, provide a constant hum. It’s a hum that I take for granted, as I walk in autopilot along these busy streets. I wish I could record and snap a picture of every moment of my day, but I can’t. This is why I live in the moment, with my eyes and ears open, so I can say I experienced it.
If you don’t eat meat…I feel sorry for you. You need to start living. Pastrami courtesy of Carnegie Deli NYC
New Yorker’s lives are hectic. The city that never sleeps is permanently on cocaine, because its heart is pumped with people who would continue about their business, long after the Energizer Bunny has stopped thumping. So, what is a New Yorker to do when the madness takes a break and allows for a gasp of air? When a weekend flight breaks the bank, and a bus to the countryside seems like an eternity away, there is a local option. This “getaway” is none other than Central Park.
Sheep Meadow is my favorite escape. This popular yet relaxing section of the park is located between 66th and 69th street, on the west side of the park. It is without the vastness of the Great Lawn, which gives it a slightly more enclosed feeling.
There are a number of things that you may do here. I frequently spend whole days reading a book, while I occasionally work on my body bronzing. My bronzing body is great eye candy for you attractive ladies out there, but for my fellows, chica watching is also skintastic. If you’ve got some of that permanent “holiday weight,” throwing frisbees, footballs, and baseballs are welcome.
In case you did not think so, this is a five star service meadow. With it being tucked away in the park, there is squat-side service from the local hustlers. Everything from ice water and beers to gummy snacks will be offered during your stay.
So, I hope I sold this meadow. You are invited, but please don’t tell your friends so they pack it like sardines haha. Anyway, peace word life one love. Cue out.
In between classes. I love New York. But damn was it cold. Tomorrow lunch wit D and movie…New York I Love You. Hope it’s good.
emotions flood the surface
once proud current too nervous
away push people
now know, it be, madd feable
relationships missed
wish, speed dial phone envision her lips
but teeth grind fist
left all alone
learn then home
ganj to the brain
real bad zone
trapped all the way
real life feel
wish dream mock
walk the block so hott
out shine in knotts
this have you felt
outcry need your help
This feels good. A moment of relaxation, in a hectic schedule. This is a view of Hunter above Lexington Avenue. Oh, and my patent leather chucks. Dong worry, I treat them as chucks should be treated…rugged or vintage if you will.
Just how I’m feeling at the moment. Sick song nontheless. Good album too.
Why NYC is worth every last penny
I couldn’t have said it better myself. Every time I have a freak out moment about how much I pay for a 7x10 bedroom in a downtown walk-up, it only takes me about two minutes to remember why, for me, it’s all worth it.
And I don’t think this is a pretentious statement. It’s just a matter of what’s important to different people. I’m not saying I’m better than anyone because I live in New York. I’m just saying I can’t imagine my life anywhere else.
You get what you pay for.
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Reason #1: Julia Allison’s $2,550 apartment
Brandon and I pay half that for a two bedroom townhouse with close to 1,800 feet of living space, a full washer/dryer and a backyard. I am 30 minutes from DC by train, less than that by car and only 25 minutes from Baltimore.
I guess it depends what you want out of life. Do you want a yard, lots of closets, and the treasures of Baltimore and DC less than an hour’s drive away when you get bored? Or do you want 375 restaurants, bars, and galleries filled with the most fascinating people on earth and the entire social/intellectual/artistic/professional landscape of NYC at your doorstep? Do you want to live where a new coffee shop gets everyone excited, or in a center of change where the future is being reinvented? Do you want to be part of the action, or just watch it from the suburbs on a large flat-screen high-def TV? Do you want to live in a place that’s only of interest to the people who live there, or in a city the whole world is watching? New York is for people who want to play on a big stage, and for those of us who care about that, there’s nowhere else, and you could mark up my living costs tenfold with no complaints from me (like, what else is the money for?). If that doesn’t concern you, I agree you’re better off saving your money.
Breaktime…
For the lack of better words, my brain hurts! I have only had two days of classes, and already I am missing the freedom of only leisure in my agenda.
For the better part of my day, I have been reading the words of Benjamin Constant and Rousseu. While I find it a delight to read and further enlighten myself with ideas of “thinkers” from the past, I find it a little irritating that I do not comprehend their words at first glance. It isn’t until the very end, when I am on the edge of completely losing hope for comprehension, that I am filled with joy that I finally understand what they were talking about!
I can already see how this class is going to make me a headcase, but now it is time for something that love studying…US history. peace
I am a New Yorker. I like to live at a fast pace, and although I am thankful for some down time, I do find the calmness weird.
I am a 23 year old college history student who likes to go out, workout, make money, read...as long as I am doing something!
I am stuck to my opinions, and if I think you suck, I will say it. I am able to take what I dish out though. Thick skin... that's what Brooklyn did.
I like to think I know myself, but I'm still trying to figure it out.
Some have called me metrosexual, GQ, or even a hipster. I don't feel that any fit, and I do not like the labels. Anyway, you may be the judge.
Oh yeah, BROOKLYN WE GO HARD!
