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shadowkat1. Debating doing nanowrimore...not that I really require the encouragement, but I've never done it and am curious. I write nightly. Instead of watching television, I write. As a result, I have a huge backlog of television shows.
[ETA: Decided, what the heck, might as well try it...it's free, no main commitment. Just can't decide which novel to do the words for. The Maddrox Star Tattoo - which is a working title until I can come up with a better one. Maddrox might be easier. I'm doing it in Scrivener, and in sections. Or Sanctity of Water - which isn't and I'm sort of further along in. Have decided to try Tattoo, if I end up working on SOW, I'll go that route. Novel cover??? Really? Like I can come up with a novel cover on the fly. Come on. And a synposis? That's easier for SOW, not quite as easy for Tattoo.
If you are doing it -- I'm skat over there.]
2. There appears to be different levels of homelessness in NYC. The one's in midtown appear to be doing a social psychology experiment. For one thing they are in their twenties. Dressed fairly well, and rather warmly. Have nice blankets. Hardback novels. Suitcases with clothes that aren't stolen. Starbucks coffee, which granted someone may have provided. And neatly written signs in black magic marker on cardboard detailing their individual stories. The stories change on a daily basis.
As one co-worker put it -- the homeless are doing rather well in this area, almost better than I am in fact. They just sit and read all day, have shelter, have a dog, and get paid.
I don't think they are actually homeless, I am beginning to think they may be college students conducting a social psychology experiment. Mainly because I've seen the homeless -- who usually don't have shoes or have ragged clothes, are using garbage bags, cardboard or rags they've grabbed from the garbage to cover up with. They might have a can in front of them and a poorly worded sign. Usually, they are just lying in a heap on a grate or in the subway. Jamaica had a lot of homeless, as does many a subway station.
3. Today's subway commute featured a wavering rendition of Unchained Melody via an electronic keyboard, a violin concerto, and a harmonica playing a familiar tune that I can't quite recall. The city has a music and a beat all its own. Which is why I don't tune it out while I weave amoungst the human obstacle course. I sort of want to hear it, even if I may choose not to step with it.
I wonder sometimes if a place can truly be known until you live in it. NYC is such a study in contrasts, a tourist sees little but its landmarks, and thinks, dispassionately, and perhaps cruelly, that the inhabitants are cold or unkind. Well, only to tourists. ;-) If you stay for a longer period of time and venture outside of the beaten tracks and tourist sites, you'll discover a different city, the city not advertised or seen on the media, but realized via the pages of those paperbook novels, and torn comic books. Grungy, with forgotten cigarette butts, and a forlon harmonica, or hip with the beat of a street band, and a colorful array of fruits sitting outside of local grocery store. Each nook and cranny is different, each house, each block, sports a different culture, a different language, and different look. There seems to be no rhyme or reason, it's a hodge-podge of styles, as if some architectural planner chose to throw out his rule book. Pencil thin sky-scrapers compete with brownstones and pre-world war II art deco. Concrete vs. sparkling glass monstrosities hitting the sky.
Street gang graffiti swirls around painted murals, while kids stream by on scooters, bikes and skateboards.
A couple of Hassidic Jewish boys sing the Torah in Hebrew, while a troupe of Muslim Women, chatter in Bengali. No where else does so many cultures converge in peaceful harmony.
[ETA: Decided, what the heck, might as well try it...it's free, no main commitment. Just can't decide which novel to do the words for. The Maddrox Star Tattoo - which is a working title until I can come up with a better one. Maddrox might be easier. I'm doing it in Scrivener, and in sections. Or Sanctity of Water - which isn't and I'm sort of further along in. Have decided to try Tattoo, if I end up working on SOW, I'll go that route. Novel cover??? Really? Like I can come up with a novel cover on the fly. Come on. And a synposis? That's easier for SOW, not quite as easy for Tattoo.
If you are doing it -- I'm skat over there.]
2. There appears to be different levels of homelessness in NYC. The one's in midtown appear to be doing a social psychology experiment. For one thing they are in their twenties. Dressed fairly well, and rather warmly. Have nice blankets. Hardback novels. Suitcases with clothes that aren't stolen. Starbucks coffee, which granted someone may have provided. And neatly written signs in black magic marker on cardboard detailing their individual stories. The stories change on a daily basis.
As one co-worker put it -- the homeless are doing rather well in this area, almost better than I am in fact. They just sit and read all day, have shelter, have a dog, and get paid.
I don't think they are actually homeless, I am beginning to think they may be college students conducting a social psychology experiment. Mainly because I've seen the homeless -- who usually don't have shoes or have ragged clothes, are using garbage bags, cardboard or rags they've grabbed from the garbage to cover up with. They might have a can in front of them and a poorly worded sign. Usually, they are just lying in a heap on a grate or in the subway. Jamaica had a lot of homeless, as does many a subway station.
3. Today's subway commute featured a wavering rendition of Unchained Melody via an electronic keyboard, a violin concerto, and a harmonica playing a familiar tune that I can't quite recall. The city has a music and a beat all its own. Which is why I don't tune it out while I weave amoungst the human obstacle course. I sort of want to hear it, even if I may choose not to step with it.
I wonder sometimes if a place can truly be known until you live in it. NYC is such a study in contrasts, a tourist sees little but its landmarks, and thinks, dispassionately, and perhaps cruelly, that the inhabitants are cold or unkind. Well, only to tourists. ;-) If you stay for a longer period of time and venture outside of the beaten tracks and tourist sites, you'll discover a different city, the city not advertised or seen on the media, but realized via the pages of those paperbook novels, and torn comic books. Grungy, with forgotten cigarette butts, and a forlon harmonica, or hip with the beat of a street band, and a colorful array of fruits sitting outside of local grocery store. Each nook and cranny is different, each house, each block, sports a different culture, a different language, and different look. There seems to be no rhyme or reason, it's a hodge-podge of styles, as if some architectural planner chose to throw out his rule book. Pencil thin sky-scrapers compete with brownstones and pre-world war II art deco. Concrete vs. sparkling glass monstrosities hitting the sky.
Street gang graffiti swirls around painted murals, while kids stream by on scooters, bikes and skateboards.
A couple of Hassidic Jewish boys sing the Torah in Hebrew, while a troupe of Muslim Women, chatter in Bengali. No where else does so many cultures converge in peaceful harmony.
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Date: 2016-10-25 09:03 am (UTC)Could this be some kind of performance art?
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Date: 2016-10-25 10:17 pm (UTC)(My brother when he was in grad school did two performance art projects -- "arms for the homeless" and an insane "haunted house" that reminds me a little bit of Ryan Murphy's satirical American Horror Story. He got sued on the first one and almost expelled, until the ACLU got involved. I remember helping him on the legal end when I was in law school at the time.)