The Foundry

Hello everyone,

So for the past few posts I've painted the unglamorous and almost jaded view of New York City. But over the past few weeks being out of the city, the truth is, I've missed it in some strange subconscious way. As I flew in last night, over the majestic bridges and giant skyscrapers, I felt, finally after 6 months, awe. But not awe at its outer beauty, rather awe at its effect on people. We flock to its corporate pillars to pay homage to our fascination. But in the rusty depths of its subway core, we, rich and poor, queue up side by side. Both the privileged and the crippled feel the claustrophobia of a crowded train. Both the celebrity limos and lowly rickshaws ooze through the traffic jams like molten metal. And all succumb to the incessant honking. But from the heat and anger of the inefficiencies, a gleam of patience and a coat of tolerance is born. New York forges resilience. Perhaps it will build me a hilt of character, to protect me from cutting myself on my own ambition.

Grr of the Day:

My new view of NYC is not sitting too well with those that seem to loathe the City more. Apparently, my gf did not appreciate standing in line for half an hour for a cab at Port Authority. There was no dispatcher. And of course when we called 3-1-1 the City official informed us they are not responsible for dispatching dispatchers. I thought better of calling 4-1-1 and asking for a Dispatcher Dispatcher company.

Also, Kirsten came down for one night and I picked two fights with her. Now she's gone for a week and my place is suddenly so quiet and messy...I miss her terribly
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