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three new yorks

Couldn't have said it better myself. If you've spent time here, you know this description to be true.

“There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, 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 New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these trembling cities the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh yes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company.”

-EB White, "Here Is New York"

an elevator pitch

This week I rode the elevator with Tim Keller. We were both going to the 11th floor, but it stopped on the 10th floor instead of our intended destination. Tim looked over at me, smiled, and said,

"All have fallen short."

eggs & matching

For easter, Brendan and I made our way out to Brooklyn to have brunch with some friends. One of our little friends who attended the brunch is an adorable two-year-old girl with a bright personality. She gleefully passed out these dyed easter eggs (that she dyed) for each of us - which happened to match everyone's clothes! I see lots of art, color wheels, and design in her future...

my experience with Good Friday

With most of the churches I attended growing up, I never remember much emphasis on Good Friday. I hadn't been to Good Friday church services, but maybe it was talked about during the Easter season. Then, I moved to New York and my church had an entire Holy Week series of events. It was all new to me, but I jumped right in on the festivities. I remember the first year attending a Good Friday service on Friday night after work and thinking about what an incredible day it was. Dark and sad, yet light and joyous.

During my second Easter in New York I was talking with a coworker who admittedly put little to no value on christianity. He was a fashion designer who somehow ended up as an interiors intern at an architecture firm. But despite having a very low interest in christianity, he was always open to talking about it.

We would sometimes go to lunch together for udon and as we were talking about christianity, I pondered out loud, "I wonder why it's called good Friday if Jesus died on that day?" He looked straight at me and said, "because Jesus died to save the world from their sins on Good Friday."

Through the words of an unlikely source, I have never again wondered or forgotten what makes Good Friday so good.

bloggity backup

I've been asked twice if I gave up blogging for Lent. No, I didn't. But I did give up blogging for sleep.

On that note, I'm not sure if I slept away the month of March or if I was so busy that March flew by and sleep was few and far between? Either way, I'm hoping to make a fresh start in April. I've been here patiently waiting for spring to arrive and I think it may allllmost be here. Almost.

Because I can assure you there's nothing fun about blogging the details of a stubborn, unwanted winter sticking around into the spring months. So I chose to spare you the ugly details, and I'll just skip right to spring when it arrives. Yet again, as long as my sleep isn't in jeopardy.

balloons that bring hope, spring will come again.

balloons that bring hope, spring will come again.

an ode to new york

"Ode to New York" from the Huffington Post by Laura Steiner (This is a complete re-post of her article on HuffPo.)

I read this piece earlier in the week and immediately had tears filling my eyes. It's something I've never really been able to put my finger on until now and have definitely never been able to articulate the feeling in words like this. If you've ever lived in this concrete jungle, you will understand. -pp

"To the city you're always yearning,

New York is tackiness on the gravel of the meatpacking district, it's cool kidz on Bedford, it's yuppie parents in Prospect Park, it's characters out of Woody Allen's imagination in the Upper West Side, it's Dominicans in Washington Heights, it's Hasidic Jews in Borough Park, it's Asian groceries and Polish bars, it's Italians -- the real ones and the Jersey Shore ones -- it's movie stars, fashion stars, homeless, junkies, it's tourists, it's commuters, it's generations of New Yorkers.

New York is neighborhood. It's having your deli, your coffee place, your laundromat and, if you're lucky, your late night eatery in one block. It's drinking coffee on your stoop.

New York is museums, it's street art, it's music, it's theater. It's being constantly nostalgic about past decades. E.B. White said it best in his book Here is New York when he wrote, "In New York you feel the vibrations of great times." New York is Patti Smith, Henry James, Allen Ginsberg, Lou Reed, Arthur Miller, Bob Dylan, Jackson Pollock, Frank O'Hara, Hector Lavoe, Washington Irving, Andy Warhol, Billie Holiday, Jack Kerouac, The Ramones and other greatest.

New York is having everything to chose from and never having enough time to do anything. It's being surrounded by people and feeling lonely. It's also finding out you don't need other people's company, you just need the city.

New York is where the eastern European deli owner will never say a word to you despite the fact that you buy coffee from him every morning. But it's where the eastern European deli owner will one day tell you "Hey, it's nice to see you again" after you've moved out of your neighborhood and haven't seen him in six months. After that, every coffee in the world will be tasteless to you.

New York is where you'll probably live at least once (if not more) in an apartment where you'll have occasional visits from mice. But New York is where you'll learn to overlook the rodent situation because it's never about the mice, it's about the fact that you managed to score an apartment in a first floor walk up with windows and exposed brick in a prime location.

New York is finding comfort in the small things, like knowing your neighbor never picks up his subscription to the Sunday New York Times.

One day, New York will be the place you're no longer in, but the place you won't seem to be able to shake off your head.

New York is the place you'll try to explain to everyone back home to no avail. You'll find there aren't enough words in your vocabulary. New York is not something you see, it's something you feel. It's a state of mind and hence hard to describe.

You'll go back home and reminisce about the city. People will tell you New York will always be there. But you know better. The city will withstand -- as it always has -- but the city you left behind, you left for good. The city won't miss you because you were merely a spec in its being and when you go back (and you will since the city is always calling) you'll go back to a different New York. The city never stops and already, only a few months later, you know it's changed: that's it's nature. New York is unapologetic and doesn't wait for anyone. It's a city that creates and a city that happens. New York doesn't need anything or anyone and perhaps that's exactly why you still crave it so much, because of it's idyllic unattainability."

long awaited

In almost five years in New York City, I've never even been to the MoMa! My sister-in-law vowed that she was going to pick a day to come into the city and that I "must" join her for a visit (although she's been multiple times and lives in New Jersey). Annnd, today is the day: I'm meeting her and a few of her friends there this afternoon. I just checked out the website to see what is on exhibit right now and I'm even more excited.

Especially to see this:

a breath of fresh air

Yesterday was a nice little respite from the cold, snowy days we've been seeing lately. Besides my heater running at 98 degrees without the capability to turn it off or down, I couldn't complain. It was so lovely being able to work with my window open and breathe in nice warm-ish air. While I've thoroughly enjoyed the snow over the last couple of weeks, spring can never arrive too early!