I know its late. This is old news, but I just got around to doing something about a date long past.
Greetings from New York, wish you were here. That is the message I flashed into the dark night sky using Morse code with my Maglite on August 14, 2003. I figured if anyone were watching, that would be the best time to be seen.
Its strange that living under New Yorks bright canopy one rarely gets to see the stars, so its lucky to have had clear weather on the night of the blackout. While many sat outside their apartments drinking and talking into the late night, I couldnt help thinking about my journey home and how it must have looked from a completely objective viewpoint.
Despite the inevitable dooms-dayers standing on street corners exhorting end-of-days prophecy, most people were very positive as we moved like an enormous migrating herd, southward through the streets of Manhattan. Joining the group heading for the southern bridges across the East River, navigating the canyons between the towering buildings, I could imagine our movement being the subject of a space-television documentary in the style of Mutual of Omahas Wild Kingdom.
The narrator, bearing the interstellar equivalent of an Australian accent, juxtaposes the herds movement with the individuals action within it:
Observe this middle-aged male of the species at work as he attempts to alleviate the crisis imposed by the sudden failure of his citys power supply system. While the subdued style and coloring of his vestments indicate a position of mid-level importance in the societys administrative class, his considerable physical size and willingness to place himself at risk while directing the chaotic movements of the herd and the vehicles used to covey both individuals and goods throughout the metropolitan landscape clearly designate his alpha status
I often have similar fantasies. You know, like replaying conversations in my head, coming up with better responses, realizing how dumb things must have sounded to those listening. Sometimes Ill blurt out bits of past conversations before Im aware that Ive said it aloud, much like those people I, when in less retrospective states of mind, call wackos. So much for sanity Whats so great about it anyway?
Greetings from New York, wish you were here. That is the message I flashed into the dark night sky using Morse code with my Maglite on August 14, 2003. I figured if anyone were watching, that would be the best time to be seen.
Its strange that living under New Yorks bright canopy one rarely gets to see the stars, so its lucky to have had clear weather on the night of the blackout. While many sat outside their apartments drinking and talking into the late night, I couldnt help thinking about my journey home and how it must have looked from a completely objective viewpoint.
Despite the inevitable dooms-dayers standing on street corners exhorting end-of-days prophecy, most people were very positive as we moved like an enormous migrating herd, southward through the streets of Manhattan. Joining the group heading for the southern bridges across the East River, navigating the canyons between the towering buildings, I could imagine our movement being the subject of a space-television documentary in the style of Mutual of Omahas Wild Kingdom.
The narrator, bearing the interstellar equivalent of an Australian accent, juxtaposes the herds movement with the individuals action within it:
Observe this middle-aged male of the species at work as he attempts to alleviate the crisis imposed by the sudden failure of his citys power supply system. While the subdued style and coloring of his vestments indicate a position of mid-level importance in the societys administrative class, his considerable physical size and willingness to place himself at risk while directing the chaotic movements of the herd and the vehicles used to covey both individuals and goods throughout the metropolitan landscape clearly designate his alpha status
I often have similar fantasies. You know, like replaying conversations in my head, coming up with better responses, realizing how dumb things must have sounded to those listening. Sometimes Ill blurt out bits of past conversations before Im aware that Ive said it aloud, much like those people I, when in less retrospective states of mind, call wackos. So much for sanity Whats so great about it anyway?
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wow. what a lovely comment you left in my set. i don't think i and decadent southern aristocracy have ever been used in the same sentence together.
thank you.
xoxo