Farming Ain't So Bad
from my friend Linda in Brooklyn:
Everyone reads on the subways, it is otherwise boring just sitting there staring but trying not to stare at strangers for what can become a half an hour. It also keeps you out of trouble, when you're not looking around, others don't focus on you either and if there are any nutters aboard, they usually go elsewhere to bother someone who is not occupied.
Everyone reads on the subways, it is otherwise boring just sitting there staring but trying not to stare at strangers for what can become a half an hour. It also keeps you out of trouble, when you're not looking around, others don't focus on you either and if there are any nutters aboard, they usually go elsewhere to bother someone who is not occupied.
posted by Flimsy Sanity @ 9:17 AM
2 Comments:
At 4:29 PM,
Flimsy Sanity said…
I live in a Spanish neighborhood. Most of the poorer neighborhoods in NY - Brooklyn are Spanish if they aren't the black neighborhoods. Those are too dangerous for us "yuppie" artists. Even if they don't mean to shoot you, they have violence going on against each other and you can get shot by accident!
This is an industrial area, there was a sweatshop right next door when we first moved here - illegal aliens from South America - but it closed down after a few years and became a loft for young artists - more profitable. Now they charge 2000 a month for their spaces of 1000 sq. feet. We are deep in Brooklyn near the Queens border. Cement factories and the big garages for the garbage trucks are just down the street. Sometimes you can smell the white bread smell from the nearby donut and bread factory. The Boars Head meat packing plant is right at the end of my street. They have their own electric generators to keep the meat cold in case of emergency. It was the only place with light during the blackout two years ago.
-more from Linda
At 4:32 PM,
Flimsy Sanity said…
New York is hard to leave though...even though you miss so much. It has a heartbeat of sorts that networks into one's own somehow and it's like rebreaking your own umbilical cord to leave it. Funny place...it's really a breathing entity somehow even with all it's disease and dirt and difficulty. .....I have a few weeds growing outside my window between this building and the next, it's a strip about 10 feet wide. The sun barely gets in there, but enough for them to grow out of the stone and dirt. There are even birds singing outside the window because of one tree across the razor wire and steel fences that keep the criminals out... It really looks like we are living in a prison when you look out the window. We even have all night safety lights. It is never really dark in here at night.
-More from Linda
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