#nyc life

From HAWKEYE #10 by Matt Fraction and Francisco Francavilla. 

Digitally speaking this doesn’t quite work, because Francavilla’s panels want to bleed together so while reading this in Guided View it feels like I’m missing the flow of the page.

This point here, the one up top? That’s really, really, really true about New York. It’s probably really why I didn’t want to be there anymore, because it always felt like wheels spinning—the transitory nature of it rather than a stillness, creating a lack of appreciation—stimuli overdoses. Here I appreciate small things, like a one year old make a tour of a living room, making a fire, and even gardening. Sharing ghost stories with my class. It forces you to take a second and appreciate the silent moments rather than the shiny. 

Things feel more permanent in the woods rather than Manhattan.

Karen Green, Columbia University’s Graphic Novels Librarian is hosting Comic New York: A Symposium this weekend and I’ll be going. The Keynote is a conversation with Chris Claremont and Louise Simonson.

I’m only going to go to a few of these panels, because I have work that needs doing and I’ll feel like a slacker if I go to every single one of these panels tomorrow, but I can only say that I’m doing a pretty big nerdy dance right now with regard to this happening and I hope it is a roaring success.

Also, is it wrong that I’m ridiculously fucking giddy over the idea of checking out Claremont’s papers?   

I guess my seven-year anniversary living in this city came and went sometime this week, and I just recalled it just now. I suppose you could say that’s reflective of how much I care about that sort of thing now. Yeah.

Canopy by Ben Templesmith.

People’s outfits lately, I tell you.  I swear I’ve been seeing more awkward outfits in the last week or two than I have in years.

The other day I saw a woman wearing a black pleather rain coat and a pair of boots that looked like they buzzed a koala so she could have gray fur on her boots.  Add to her downright Pinocchio-sized schnoz and I think this woman may be some kind Human-Vulture Splice. 

Randomly last week there was this weird comb-over guy.  The front was held down, but the middle was wind-blown creating a Faux-Hawk. Quite a sight.

Last weekend, while riding to meet Frank at the Union Square Halloween Store, I saw this girl get on the train in wood-backed platform shoes, wool Dance socks, a Cape, and wearing Capri pants. She looked magnificent but her outfit was put together in such a way that it demanded everyone’s attention.

Later that night, heading to the Upper East Side for an alumni Oktoberfest celebration, there was this kid with every possible gadget you could bring out.  His utilization of his belt was unreal. He had the Work Blackberry on its clip, a camera (Nokia) in his belt holder, his Droid personal phone which he switched back and forth between that and his iPod Nano for music purposes.  The guy had a Utility Belt and it was awesome.

I should talk though. I’m the one with the falling apart man-purse (pictured) with quite literally everything I could need to entertain me during the long ride home later that night. Contents included:

1. Howard Zinn’s Twentieth Century
2. Five Pages of Worthy’s Cause I have to proofread that day
3. The Corrections (which I returned to Lisa who I was seeing that night)
4. A highlighter
5. Two Pilot ballpoint pens
6. Frank’s Pepsi Max
7. Claritin to ward off any potential cat encounters
8. My reporter’s notebook (Moleskine) to write down little bits here and there. 

Hey, so does anyone know someone who is subletting a room or looking for a roommate?

Has anyone done this? My friends and I are thinking about doing it Saturday night. Seems like a ton of fun.