These Are a Few of My Favorite Things....Lovely readers, its winter in New York ! I am embarking on new entrepreneurial visions, and I am reminded of the things that make me feel so nascent, wild, and eager. And as always, with new things, comes the pensive ruminations on the past, footprints, and the meaning of time spent.
The Hurricane Cafe, Seattle, Washington: Fantastically magical and inspiring hangout in the outskirts of downtown Seattle. Open 24 hours, of course!
What do they do to us with a salary, anyway? Isn't is that moment, with our first job, our first moment of servitude after being catered to by the service industry (academia), that enters the biggest shock to our post adolescent lives. That our Time, mine and yours, his and hers, are not equal, that my minutes are not your minutes, that each of us are measured and stamped and tagged with value. That no matter who we work for, we are only as good as the profit we generate for somebody else. Enter first big realization: It's better to be your own boss.
Since I went to Law School, this moment did not hit me until about a year and a half ago. The first instinct is for all youthful wonderment to sort of fade into an increasingly jaded apathy.
This is when you really get to know yourself. Perhaps it is after this that we fork; some of us wallow, while others catch hint of the game.
A poetry critic, who may perhaps be forgotten, nailed an axiom when he exclaimed "the anxiety of influence." The great desire for novelty; the dissapointment of limit. It is far greater to create than to fill a slot; yet what we create is colored and informed by those who created us.
The real point of this Post is to celebrate that moment when we are freed by power, power which was attained by experience, servitude, and mandatory destruction of a primordial self. A beautiful feeling.
| She turns and looks a moment in the glass, | |
| Hardly aware of her departed lover; | 250 |
| Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass: | |
| 'Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.' |
The Original Tastemaker
wythe and berry! public assembly, i believe was the name. i will most certainly have to check out your salvation army! i had great luck at the junk shop on starr street in bushwick just off of the jefferson stop up a block and to the left!
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