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Nonplussed As Ever and Loving It:
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So, its almost 11pm and I've been sitting out on my stoop for the past hour, just relaxing; I suppose some neighborhoods are better than others for stoop-relaxing, and it luckily happens that mine is one. I'm having a Chupa-Chups that looks like neapolitan ice-cream, but tastes oddly like orange, somehow. Its warm, and just barely sprinkling; rain light enough that you never get wet because the rain evaporates as quickly as it falls.
But, I digress.
When I'm sitting on my stoop relaxing, looking straight across the street, my peripheral view hazes enough that I feel like I'm in a really nice neighborhood; as hip as any East Village spot, or anywhere on the Lower East Side. It seems that I live in the dead-center of that brackish neighborhood mix, that populated flux that always separates the good and bad neighborhoods.
A few avenues east, to my right, lie the fringes of Spanish Harlem, the land of perpetual salsa and endless outbursts between the non-symbiotic Puerto Ricans and the less-dominant Dominicans. On my left, west, just an avenue away is that warm upper-crust that cordons itself snugly between West End Avenue and Riverside Drive. These are the subtle rich folks; not as glamorous as the Upper East Side high society, classier, and much more introverted; self-made money as opposed to that which is inherited. I live smack in the middle, on Broadway; my street is mostly grad-students and the uptown-minded set of various hipsters and gen-x'ers; the observers.
Sitting on my stoop watching traffic, this topology is verified; yellow cabs and valets, car-men and private cars drive uptown, discharging evening-dressed passengers; stylish middle-aged men drive luxury cars into parking buildings that cost more per month than my apartment. Those cars head west off of my street, 108th Street.
From the other direction come the gypsy cabs, their old pay-per-ride automotive hulks merely shadows of the once-great cars they were. Here come the hoopties, ghetto-gold'ed out Hondas, and old low-slung detroit classics grown rusty. Here lie the Projects, their subsidized lots nestled up off of Manhattan Avenue, near Central Park. Here, not so many people own cars; the ones that do do more parking on the sidewalk, playing music for the domino players.
And here I am in the middle, just sitting on my stoop, watching. I smirk when I consider thinking of neighborhood differences in terms of traffic, but it works somehow. Its raining harder now, so I stand up and come in, and write this.
The View from my Stoop:
The Front of my Place:
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Jamie: 14th Apr 2002 - 21:43 GMT
It's true that the appearance of a Chupa-Chup can often bear no similarity to it's flavour. You should see the front of my place, it looks like something out of Beirut. Pics to follow.
Becky: 15th Apr 2002 - 14:07 GMT
"And here I am in the middle, "
Isn't it true that we usually see ourselves as being in the middle, but in fact that's just our point of view, each of us perceives that we are in the middle. Because we are each at the center of our own little world.
Nadia : 17th Apr 2002 - 00:40 GMT
I like to view myself as a slightly off the middle and a very small middle it is too!
linda: 16th Jul 2002 - 03:47 GMT
I don't think you know the meaning of the word nonplussed: a state of perplexity, confusion, embarrassment or bewilderment. More literally, it means "no more," as if you are so bewildered you cannot go on. Kind of like dumbfounded. I can't see how that would apply to what you've written.
Peter: 16th Jul 2002 - 05:18 GMT
well, linda, i can see how you might be a bit befuddled, but then again, this postmodern world isnt without callousness for the inflexible.
where do you live?
i live equidistant from spanish harlem and upper broadway. im in likely danger of getting downed by stray caps as i am of being leveled by a two-tone vintage silver phaeton. thats where the perplexing rolls in.
such are the inconsistencies of life; that moment, all i wanted to do is sit on the stoop, but literally couldnt contain the bewilderment at what exists around me.
as far as it not applying to what ive written: thanks for the tip, but you really shouldnt have, that is, unless youd like to submit something more substantial than a blurby comment, something that shows you can create as well as critique?
id take you with less grains of salt if so.
tell us about your city. tell us about your job and house. tell us what whirly flashes of thought soar through your grammatically-sound mind when youre in a dark, silent place.
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