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brigdhThings to love about living in New York: Astor Place is a wide intersection, with a flat island in the middle, surrounded by relatively tall, old buildings. Most of the buildings are facing Astor Place, creating a sense of a sort of cup or valley walled on four of five sides with tall canyons. Today when I was walking across it, in the middle of the afternoon with bright light and plenty of people and cars rushing about, a man was playing a jazz version of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" on a saxophone. He had somehow managed to place himself where the walls of a building where broadcasting the music, making it loud enough to fill Astor Place and here long before and after you could see, even with the noise of traffic and people.
Things to hate about living in New York: Later this afternoon, I attempted to go to a talk being given by one of my professors. 50 minutes later, and still over 40 blocks away from my subway stop (not to mention, you know, finding the building and then the room within it), the subway train I was on broke, not only forcing me to get off but blocking that line for other trains to come up. The express trains on the same line were so packed (it was rush hour) that it took three of them stopping at the station before I could manage to get on. At this point, I was 20 minutes late for an hour long talk, and was clearly not getting to the event anytime soon, so I gave up.
Random things which I am not sure to attribute to New York or my own luck: Leaving the subway station, I planned on catching a bus and going home. I briefly confused East and West when coming up out of the station, and walked a block in the wrong direction. Turning around, I heard someone call my name, and looked around to see M, a fellow grad student. "What are you doing up here?" he said, so I explained about the subway. "You're on my block!" he said. "You have to come home with me and help me eat the end of my Thanksgiving leftovers." And so I did.
Things to hate about living in New York: Later this afternoon, I attempted to go to a talk being given by one of my professors. 50 minutes later, and still over 40 blocks away from my subway stop (not to mention, you know, finding the building and then the room within it), the subway train I was on broke, not only forcing me to get off but blocking that line for other trains to come up. The express trains on the same line were so packed (it was rush hour) that it took three of them stopping at the station before I could manage to get on. At this point, I was 20 minutes late for an hour long talk, and was clearly not getting to the event anytime soon, so I gave up.
Random things which I am not sure to attribute to New York or my own luck: Leaving the subway station, I planned on catching a bus and going home. I briefly confused East and West when coming up out of the station, and walked a block in the wrong direction. Turning around, I heard someone call my name, and looked around to see M, a fellow grad student. "What are you doing up here?" he said, so I explained about the subway. "You're on my block!" he said. "You have to come home with me and help me eat the end of my Thanksgiving leftovers." And so I did.
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Date: 2007-12-07 11:32 pm (UTC)I love the city, but everytime I leave after having been here for a while, I get surprised by how big the sky looks when you're not always surrounded by skyscrapers. *grins*
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Date: 2007-12-01 02:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-07 11:31 pm (UTC)