13th street and my writing class, things I like
Fell back in love with NYC this morning, out of love with my dentist, and (late report) underpinned love of my weekly travel writing class (they liked my piece, Dinner Can wait: Touring Bermuda's High Teas . I glided uptown to R's to show him my teacher' "Great Job" scrawled on my article. Clearly, I require feedback).
In love with the city came from a small pre-dentist wander around NYU/University area. This is why we like New York - because there are little theatres and actual Chinese laundries and stationary stores (that carry the entire moleskin line) and flower stores a-bloom-in'. I'd hoped that with my newfound freedom - to write, observe, lurk in Starbucks and bookstores - I'd have made the time to enjoy the city. But instead have fallen in routines and routes. How do you insert the travel lust into the duller daily doings? Maybe should carry the camera.
Dentist (boy this is dull) claims I need a root canal (will be third). And his office has gone upscale - bathroom fixtures familiar from mod hotels, scented (not supermarket) candles, Departures and Town & Country recent editions stacked up, and computer images of my (flawed) teeth zapped to the monitor screens in each examining room I was in.
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In love with the city came from a small pre-dentist wander around NYU/University area. This is why we like New York - because there are little theatres and actual Chinese laundries and stationary stores (that carry the entire moleskin line) and flower stores a-bloom-in'. I'd hoped that with my newfound freedom - to write, observe, lurk in Starbucks and bookstores - I'd have made the time to enjoy the city. But instead have fallen in routines and routes. How do you insert the travel lust into the duller daily doings? Maybe should carry the camera.
Dentist (boy this is dull) claims I need a root canal (will be third). And his office has gone upscale - bathroom fixtures familiar from mod hotels, scented (not supermarket) candles, Departures and Town & Country recent editions stacked up, and computer images of my (flawed) teeth zapped to the monitor screens in each examining room I was in.
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