Saturday, October 23, 2004

All You See Is... Crime in the City.

When I was in high school I kept a blue one subject notebook for putting down any and all quotes and song lyrics that I felt (at the time) were so deep and meaningful. Needless to say that I'm pretty sure you can find all of the lyrics to Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit in there. I tried typing them all in to the computer once but I realized that since I was only using a word processor and not a database I had no real way of them being organized or cross-referenced. I lost the notebook just before going to college. I truly was one of the biggest geeks I know.

From time to time I'll be throwing down some quotes here. From what I'm reading or a movie or just something I found clever. I'll the deep meaningful teenage angst to a minimum.

I'm about halfway through Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem. So far it is one of the best new books I've read in a while. The story of Dylan growing up in Brooklyn of the nineteen seventies, chock full of references to song, film and comic books. I highly recommend.

This graph grabbed me -

Dylan understood what Mingus wanted him to see. The painted names had
conquered the bridge, pinned it to the secret street, claimed it for
Brooklyn. The distance between Mono's and Lee's blaring, blurry, timeless
ten-foot letters and the binder-scribble and wall scribble, the gnomic marks
everywhere, might be traceable, step by step. Tags and their invisible
authors were the next skully or Marvel superheroes, the hidden lore.
Mingus Rude pulled out his half-eaten knish and nibbled it and the two of them
stood in awe, apes at a monolith, glimpsing if not understanding their future. The
cars rushing below knew nothing. People in cars weren't New Yorkers anyway,
they'd suffered some basic misunderstanding. The two boys on the walkway,
apparently standing still: they were moving faster than the cars.



I havae always wished that I had grown up in any of the five burroughs. I remember watching The Cosby Show and dreaming of living in a brownstone in Brooklyn. The way the houses were all attched but seperate, having a stoop, having a parents business in the basement to use those cool doors that are below the sidewalk as an entrance to that. It all seemed to be the absolute coolest place to grow up. By the time I was in junior high school and taking the bus into downtown Providence I would try to convince myself that it was the same as being able to use the New York City Subway service. The world would be my at my fingertips if I were there.

Well thanks to Lethem, for the next week or so I get to grow up in New York.


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