Friday, June 10, 2005
|What color is the sky in the East Village?|
As many of you didn't experience, last night was a Great City Plan event. With no offense at all intended to my friends who have attended previous events, I would argue that this was perhaps the greatest GCP event to date. It crystallized to precisely what this whole program is intended to be. From having been introduced to a musical group by a friend and then told that they were having a show, to inviting people, to going and seeing that friend who'd made me aware of the show plus people she'd invited plus friends that friends I'd invited invited, to hearing and seeing a really great show to walking through the East Village to ending up eating and lounging in a cool-but-tiny Japanese restaurant owned by a kind South American (Chilean?) man discussing the evils and merits of Ben and Jerry's, how to design an "organic" nightclub and the best place to end your month-long hike across the width of the continental country of Australia.
This event grew and evolved -- chaotic and biotic and organic and unbounded. And it did not end when I left. And it spawned plans for another evening which may involve "the greatest three hours of [your] life."
I was taken and rolled by the experience and the after-experience of walking through the East and West Villages with Liz to our respective subway stops. I enjoyed the night -- the air was cool, the humidity had broken and my iPod had plenty of juice.
And, where I could without fear of being mowed down by a bus or pedicab, I walked and looked up. Over Columbia the over-head is red. The clouds are maroon and the sky is a plum. I had begun to forget that such coloring may be specific to Columbia.
The coincidence of the lives of two Aussie dudettes who ooze Peter Pan Syndrome from every pore and strawberry-infused sake and brilliant friends and the city has imbued me with a re-invigorated sense of senses.
Corn Flower, by the way.
As many of you didn't experience, last night was a Great City Plan event. With no offense at all intended to my friends who have attended previous events, I would argue that this was perhaps the greatest GCP event to date. It crystallized to precisely what this whole program is intended to be. From having been introduced to a musical group by a friend and then told that they were having a show, to inviting people, to going and seeing that friend who'd made me aware of the show plus people she'd invited plus friends that friends I'd invited invited, to hearing and seeing a really great show to walking through the East Village to ending up eating and lounging in a cool-but-tiny Japanese restaurant owned by a kind South American (Chilean?) man discussing the evils and merits of Ben and Jerry's, how to design an "organic" nightclub and the best place to end your month-long hike across the width of the continental country of Australia.
This event grew and evolved -- chaotic and biotic and organic and unbounded. And it did not end when I left. And it spawned plans for another evening which may involve "the greatest three hours of [your] life."
I was taken and rolled by the experience and the after-experience of walking through the East and West Villages with Liz to our respective subway stops. I enjoyed the night -- the air was cool, the humidity had broken and my iPod had plenty of juice.
And, where I could without fear of being mowed down by a bus or pedicab, I walked and looked up. Over Columbia the over-head is red. The clouds are maroon and the sky is a plum. I had begun to forget that such coloring may be specific to Columbia.
The coincidence of the lives of two Aussie dudettes who ooze Peter Pan Syndrome from every pore and strawberry-infused sake and brilliant friends and the city has imbued me with a re-invigorated sense of senses.
Corn Flower, by the way.
promulgated by SWS2.1 at 09:36.
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a small correction to our (the) fabulous evening: Ricardo, the Chilean, does not own the bar, he only works there. We met the (Japanese) woman who owns the barsteraunt later that evening. She is a cute little woman who used to work in computers.
She spoke in Japanese, I spoke in Arabic, it was delightful. I sense a sequel next Wednesday.
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