So I’m up late, researching all the museums I want to go to. I feel like such a hayseed. I’m going to New York, I’m going to New York!
I’ve been before but it’s been years. I promised myself a trip there this fall in exchange for blowing off Burning Man this year. I wanted to see a real city, a place that *wouldn’t* disappear in seven days. How novel…
I have plans. I’m staying with some friends who run this cool website about spirituality. I hope while I am there to see my friends Turi Mckinley and Josh Schrei. But mostly, I am hoping to troll museums and maybe some galleries, in particular the George Gustav Heye Center, the MOMA, the Met, and the Whitney.
I’m only there a week. I just want to get on subways and look at people and architecture and art and eat hot dogs on the street. My friend Spiros sez he’s taking me to some lecture on Buddhism at Columbia. Columbia! You mean that big ol’ college where all the smart people hang out? Take me there, for ANYTHING. I’m so fucking there.
Mostly, I just want to feel the pulse. I don’t really have any hidden agendas. Yes, I’m bringing my portfolio and samples and a resume but I hardly think I have what it takes to live there. It is, however, without a doubt, the last big American city I would consider living in. Not forever, mind you, maybe just for a couple of years. I get all excited just imagining what it would be like to have some little hovel and some weird hobbies and stuff there.
More and more I’m thinking that if I don’t get new stimulus, I’m going to do something other than write stuff. It’s a really tough gig but I don’t know what else I’d do. I feel sorta terrible at it – I have all these smart friends and acquaintances like him, him, him, and her who’ve put out big splashy books and I’m just kinda inching along in blog-land, with stars in my eyes, just wishing. I have all these smart artist friends like him, and him, and her and him who are putting out great work. Maybe I am destined to be just sorta average, writing about cool people but never really doing something exciting like this guy.
Sigh. Well, who knows? Wish me luck!
