Here I am in New York. The town is marvelous; wonderful stores, great atmosphere, and dazzling buildings. I am almost literally blown away by the tallness of things.
I am at a loss for what to do, though. So far I've wandered more or less aimlessly, indulging periodically in bouts of consumerism - mostly involving books!, of which there is no shortage in this town - and ogling not only the striking modern capitalist architecture, but the modern capitalists themselves. God damn but there are some hot guys here!
But beyond this, I feel a little apprehensive. I don't have much time here - returning to Ottawa on February 1st - and I feel almost... compelled to make the most of it. For some reason it has entered into my mind that this will involve sex, but how paltry a goal is that?
I want more. I want New York to somehow change me into that sort of person who can soak up all the potentially inspiring ground that undergirds the island Manhattan. This city, mythologized to no end, represents for me a kind of panacae for world-wandering. A cure-all for the sick and unaccomplished spirit....
Oh, what the fuck am I saying? I just want to get laid.
Tomorrow I wake up at 7:00 AM to reach 53rd St. for a Go tournament. I feel more than a little insane to be doing this - a whole day of slamming little ceramic objects onto a wooden surface in a room full of people who think tireless pedantry is endearing - but there you have it.
Funny Moments:
Okay no one ever told me "steak fries" are in fact "BIG FRIES" and not some bizarre beef-soaked potato product. Hence the following exchange, upon sending back a chicken and celery soup when I ordered a potato and leek one:
"Is there anything else you'd like to order?"
"Do you have fries?"
"We have steak fries."
"No, look, I'm a vegetarian. Do you have normal fries?"
"Uhhmmm..."
Fortunately the person I was with elected to laugh at me AFTER we left the restaurant.
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