Journal / new york city

i was way up high in a building overlooking new york city today, and there were hawks and falcons gliding around up there and swooping over central park.
it was amazing. well, amazing for me, not so amazing for the little birds and chihuaha’s who get picked off by the birds of prey…
at one point i was about 10 feet from a gliding hawk and he/she gave me a little look as if to say, ‘if you were little i would eat you, too’.
well, ‘littler’, as the case happens to be.
central park is just amazing. living downtown you tend to forget that central park even exists. it’s so big and so beautiful and so well designed and so well maintained and so perfect.
i love it.
and now i’m running around like a crazy person, cos i have to do a million things and then be at the airport bright and far too early on wednesday to fly to mexico.
then venezuela.
then colombia(see, i spelled it right!)
then chile
then brazil
then argentina.
i’m excited to go to central and south america, cos i get to go to places that i’ve never seen before.
-moby

Journal / New York City

back from l.a.
l.a is very nice, and i have to admit that there’s a part of me that would be tempted to live there for a while if i had a drivers license…
but now i’m back in the cold apple.
it’s not that cold, but getting on a plane in los angeles when it’s 75 degrees and getting off of a plane in nyc when it’s 25 degrees is still a bit disconcerting even though i’ve done it so many times(being a jaded traveller and whatnot).
but new york in the winter, especially around christmas, has nice, seasonal charm to it.
i know, people who live here might disagree.
but i love the way the cold has an almost architectural quality to it, in that it provides a strange meta-structure, and almost a narrative, to peoples lives during the winter.
ok, i’m sleepy.
g’night.
moby

Journal / New York City

boy, manhattan feels strange.
so many new yorkers have left the city, it kind of feels like christmas(the quietest day of the year in manhattan).
i just read a survey wherein it was reported that 1/3rd of the republican delegates don’t plan on seeing new york city while they’re here, and that they plan on staying in their hotels when they’re not at the convention center. and it struck me, republicans are scared, and that’s kind of sad. to come to new york when the sun is shining and end up just sitting in your hotel because you’re afraid of the city?
that’s really, really sad.
new york is the most diverse, dynamic city in the western world, and these delegates from small-town u.s.a aren’t going to experience any of it.
and then it occurred to me that this fear also informs the republican platform.
they’re afraid, and their platform is one based on fear. the republicans are afraid of change, they’re afraid of foreigners, they’re afraid of cities, they’re afraid of people who disagree with them, etc.
republicans like to portray themselves as big, tough americans, but how can big tough americans be frightened of manhattan and other countries and other people and alternative lifestyles?
my naive hope is that some of the republicans in town for the convention will actually get out and wander around and see for themselves that new york city is a remarkable, exciting place. and maybe these same republicans will go back to iowa and wyoming and report back that new york might be different but it’s actually o.k.
maybe an n.r.a member from utah will have a good conversation with a cab driver from bangladesh or a drag queen from connecticut.
who knows?
new york is a surprisingly welcoming place, and i hope that the g.o.p discover that while they’re here.
moby

Journal / New York City

ok, i know that i get a bit vitriolic at times about politics.
perhaps it’s a personal shortcoming(mine), or perhaps it’s a personal shortcoming(theirs).
but i just read about chris shays, an elected official from connecticut, saying that he wouldn’t go to times square on new years eve.
ok, chris, then don’t bother coming to new york at all.
this is my city, the city of my birth, and i love it when it’s safe and i love it when it’s unsafe.
i love it when it’s beautiful and i love it when it’s ugly.
if you can’t share an unconditional love for what is possibly the most eclectic, most tolerant(ironic seeing as i’m not being particularly tolerant here…), most remarkable, most idiosyncratic, most dynamic, most etc city in the world, then don’t bother coming to visit us.
new york is not just a city for good times when you feel safe.
it’s a living breathing city full of 10 million(or more)people from every country on the face of the earth. every religion is represented here. every gender(there are many more than the conventional 2)is represented here. every creed, every screed, every orientation, every belief, every etc is represented and celebrated and tolerated here.
so don’t you dare show conditional love for this city, the city of my birth. and don’t you dare couch your squeamishness in the lanuguage of concern.
a city as dynamic and phenomenal as nyc deserves unqualified and unconditional love, and i’m sort of sorry if i sound hyperbolic, but this is a city of effortless hyperbole.
love us or leave us, and as a native new yorker i’m arrogant and proud in saying that there’s no middle ground.
-moby

p.s-john lennon and marcel duchamp and tennessee williams and henry miller and about 50,000,000 other amazing people have made nyc their home, so if you, mr. shays, choose to stay away, well, fine. we won’t miss you.