"There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter — the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. […] Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion."
After a rousing weekend of brisket roasting and wii-moting, New York awoke to a gorgeous cloud free 60 degrees and I enjoyed the emptiest commute I’ve ever experienced on the L-train. All that waiting feels like the weekend that wasn’t, but it’s never bad to be disappointed when your expectations were for catastrophy. Thankful everyone I know is safe, and thoughts with those who are working through difficulties.
Hey y’all I’ve got two free passes to Warm-Up (PS1s collaborative music/art experience) this weekend— it’s Saturday from 2-9PM (obvi we don’t have to stay the whole time).
The line up:
agnès b. presents:
Klement / Contre Coeur, France (live)
Acid Washed / Record Makers, France (live)
Veronica Vasicka / Minimal Wave, New York (DJ set)
Gatekeeper / Brooklyn (live)
Who wants to be my date?
I loose things a lot. If you know me, that’s no surprise— and so last night in the complicated process of bus-boarding, I managed to loose the first of what I imagine will be several metro cards during my New York life.
Rather than accept the fact that it probably means I need adderal, I’m going to take it as a sign from the Universe to finish out my commuting this month via bike.
Here’s a surprise from day one: yes we are in a heat wave.