I Saw the Whole of the Moon

I've always wanted to live in New York, since I can remember. I was a dreamer child and didn't miss a movie set in NY. Movies were an excellent source of escapism from my creepy childhood. It would calm me to hear it, to see it, to imagine the city streets, the sound of the heels on pavement, all the car horns, the endless windows and floors and buildings filled with people and happenings a goofy kid like me could only dream of.

It took way too long but I did manage to get myself here eventually. I've live here now just over 15 years. I wanted to see all of it, the good and the bad, the pretty, the filthy rich and the indescribable. Working in Times Square and Union Square provided a good perspective and vantage point to see a good deal. But now working by the old docks in a more desolate area of Brooklyn, I've actually seen the real New Yorkers. The Russians, the Poles, the Jews, the gays, the Islanders, the neighborhood people of every color and mix. The Puerto Ricans, the Dominicans, the Cubans, the French, the Swedes, the Mexicans, the Germans. The Spanish, not just Mexicans calling themselves Spanish. And on a daily basis. That is pretty cool and its real, its so real. Its not like a book where you read the essence of it all. I get to smell the breathe of these people...literally.



There is a full moon tonight and as usual my muscles are achy and I'm very unsettled and uncomfortable. I was particularly hateful at work yesterday, unknowing the approaching full lunacy was brewing.


I made poached eggs for breakfast this morning in my old little poacher that I brought with me all the way from San Francisco. It makes perfect circles but I think the taste and texture is better lightly poached directly in the water.


Just like me the egg has to really get right in there and let the water envelope him before he can truly cook.



It's fitting because in SF, people dealt more in theory and essence. My SF poacher actually steams the eggs rather than poaches. Here in NY you don't talk about living amongst every type of person, you just do it and not always well. The reality is as harsh sometimes as a dip in scalding hot water. I work at a job where I am right out there, with no protection of an office to hide in. I hear the accents and the opinions. I converse and share stories. I argue and yell back. I love it.



I've accomplished one of my Biggest dreams and that is to see and experience the real New York.

Now whens the next bus outta here???!