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so ive been contemplating–no, in the words of art brut “considering a move to LA.”  i have some things ive been thinking about that have made me wonder if maybe it would be better to be out there.  you know, i like new york, but i dont have a lot of responsibilities or duties that would keep me here either.  it’s not like id have to pull my cat out of school and uproot her from all of her friends at a really vulnerable time in her life.  (in reality, she doesnt have any friends but me.  poor little kitty)

but a couple of things happened this weekend that made me realize i really do want to stay in new york.  first of all, i realized that baseball starts again pretty soon.  i dont know enough about baseball to switch teams just yet.  i need a few more seasons under my belt before i can realistically adopt a whole new team, if ever.  i feel guilty already.   besides, what am i, going to root for the dodgers?  please.  dodger blue is not my color. 

secondly i walked across the williamsburg bridge to the angelika yesterday to see persepolis (walked back too.  i thought my butt would hurt today, but nope.  just my feet still.  somethings wrong there).  as i was walking across i realized i really do love new york.  i love the concrete and steel and cracking paint and cold, dirty water, i love the persistent graffitti, the look of purpose on people’s faces, the tired-looking babies in strollers with raincurtains, the way you see people that you wouldnt see if it werent so everything on top of each other. 

i feel like a lot of people have these “I heart NY” days.  if you dont, maybe you should try walking.  i find that it happens to me more often above ground than below.  although the subways are a pretty great leveller.

and persepolis was really really really good.