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October 24, 2004
The Colossus of New York
Every once in a while, a book grabs me in such a way that I want to buy it for all my friends and acquaintances. I just started reading such a book today. The Colossus of New York captures the poetry of living in New York City beautifully. I highly recommend you buy the book if you don't recieve presents from me regularly. An excerpt which elaborates upon what I posted yesterday:
There are unheralded tipping points, a certain number of times that we will unlock the front door of an apartment. At some point you were closer to the last time than you were to the first time, and you didn't even know it. You didn't know that each time you passed the threshold you were saying good-bye.
And another:
Consider what all your old apartments would say if they got together to swap stories. They could piece together the starts and finishes of your relationships, complain about your wardrobe and musical tastes, gossip about who you are after midnight. 7J says, So that's what happened to Lucy--I knew it would never work out. You picked up yoga, you put down yoga, you tried various cures. You tried on selves and got rid of them, and this makes your old rooms wistful: why must things change? 3R goes, Saxophone, you say--I knew him when he played the guitar. Cherish your old apartments and pause for a moment when you pass them. Pay tribute, for they are the caretakers of your reinventions.
Posted by Jennifer at October 24, 2004 04:51 PM