I grew up on Thoreau Street.
I grew up around the corner from Van Wick Street.
I was not allowed to ride my bike on Van Wick Street.
I grew up down the street from Manhattan Place.
Manhattan Place runs perpendicular, but extends into West 109th Street and West 109th Place to the north, and West 112th Street to the south.
West 112th becomes Haas Avenue, which then curls north to intersect with West 111th Street which stretches east over Lohengrin Street, and then south, becoming Cimarron Street before it intersects with West 112th Street.
First time visitors always get lost in our neighborhood. It is one of the most confusing sections of Los Angeles. But, the map is beautiful.
P r o p i o s O j o s
This is for things I see and need to say.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Rose Colored
I broke my glasses right when I realized that I'd had the same frames for over 5 years. My prescription hasn't changed, and I was getting pretty proud that I hadn't lost them or cracked the lenses like I have with so many others.
So hard to let go...
I don't wear these outside - anymore. My hair does not cover the tape. Surprise.
These are annoying.
I'm getting used to them, though. I have to. Because, I want to see what I'm shooting.
So hard to let go...
I don't wear these outside - anymore. My hair does not cover the tape. Surprise.
I'm getting used to them, though. I have to. Because, I want to see what I'm shooting.
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
I am not helpful
I love to be so, however. I enjoy solving problems, and it is even more enjoyable if the solved problem belongs to a stranger. If you ask me a question, the thought is, "I'm glad you picked me, random stranger." If I don't have the answer you need, the thought is, "I wish I could help this lost, random stranger," while you are probably growing impatient, wishing you had asked the girl with I am a Native New Yorker tattooed across her cheek. Yes, that tattoo is in a disturbing place, but she would definitely be sure if the 2 train stopped at West 14th Street. Me?
I'm new.
But, I like to help.
So bare with me while I roll my eyes up to search my brain that I already know does not (but I sure do wish it did) contain the info you really need right now as the 2 train rolls into the station. After I've tried my best, I roll my eyes back to you with a grimace and sigh, "Shoot. I'm not sure, sorry." I am really sorry, because, of course, you look a little panicked, worried, flustered. You look a little pissed too, actually. Now, because the tattooed New Yorker has already barged on to the train with every other helpful person, you turn to the gigantic subway map in the middle of the platform...which you most likely do not know how to read. As I make my way onto the 2 train, I re-work how things could've played out, in my head. The thought is, "Just send them to the map." This isn't Philly with its 2 subway lines, or its neighborhoods distinguished by direction (N. Philly, S. Philly, W. Philly, NE Philly, SW Philly, you get it??). "Give yourself time to get acclimated." I like to help. But, right there, to that random stranger, I was a random jerk. I have good intentions, but they were quite self-indulgent. She probably missed the right train. I honestly don't know. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know...I'll try to say that more often. I promise you, you random future lost strangers in New York. I now admit that I am among the least helpful.
I'm new, I'm lost too, and I live in New York.
I'm new.
But, I like to help.
So bare with me while I roll my eyes up to search my brain that I already know does not (but I sure do wish it did) contain the info you really need right now as the 2 train rolls into the station. After I've tried my best, I roll my eyes back to you with a grimace and sigh, "Shoot. I'm not sure, sorry." I am really sorry, because, of course, you look a little panicked, worried, flustered. You look a little pissed too, actually. Now, because the tattooed New Yorker has already barged on to the train with every other helpful person, you turn to the gigantic subway map in the middle of the platform...which you most likely do not know how to read. As I make my way onto the 2 train, I re-work how things could've played out, in my head. The thought is, "Just send them to the map." This isn't Philly with its 2 subway lines, or its neighborhoods distinguished by direction (N. Philly, S. Philly, W. Philly, NE Philly, SW Philly, you get it??). "Give yourself time to get acclimated." I like to help. But, right there, to that random stranger, I was a random jerk. I have good intentions, but they were quite self-indulgent. She probably missed the right train. I honestly don't know. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know...I'll try to say that more often. I promise you, you random future lost strangers in New York. I now admit that I am among the least helpful.
I'm new, I'm lost too, and I live in New York.
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