Hey, some people DO know how to make lattes in NYC!So, I had this whole post in mind. It was about what to do your first day in New York. This is an excellent thing to write a blog post about, in my opinion. Everyone should go to NYC at some point, and everyone should know what to do in their first hours there, in order to make it a good visit.
Liquiteria is often my first stop after I come in on the red-eyeBasically, what I was going to say was, look... everyone loves something. So, what you need to do for your first hours here is figure out what you love, and find it. That's the thing about NY. Anything you love is here. You love Ferraris? Rent one for the weekend! Tia Maria? No problem! Adidas sweat jackets, Japanese cartoon characters, shirts with little alligators on them, the latest Chanel nail polish, a room full of dirt, paella, yarn, anything! Find that thing, and in your first day, pursue it.
Here's what I love, and maybe you don't care, but hey, it's my blog.
Yarn at Purl SoHo- yarn (yes, you knew)
- the Grasshopper from Liquiteria
- beautiful people
- H & M
- Sigerson Morrison shoes
- seeing celebrities walking down the street talking on their cell phones (you know who you are, Liev Schreiber! Veronica Webb!)
- KidRobot
- a good latte
- walking around with my ipod
- my sister
- Willie Nelson
All of which I saw or experienced today. But, okay, here's where the blog post derails, because I start to get all distracted by that last item, by how much I love Willie Nelson.
Willie. Ah! We saw him tonight. With Merle Haggard and Ray Price. At Radio City Music Hall. Now, Merle and Ray are good, really good. But the man I love is Willie. Love him. Like some people love Jesus. I hear his voice and I just go all happy inside. Crazy happy, like, "there is nowhere else in the world I would rather be" happy.
Recently I watched "Sunken Treasure", the DVD of the little PNW tour that Jeff Tweedy did about a year ago. It's a great DVD. I was at the Seattle show, and it was a great show. Moving, you know? Jeff was funny, and raw, and touching. And the banter that they filmed at each of the shows, when strung together, makes this great little meditation on what it means to go to a show, what kind of experience we are having when we all turn up at the Moore, or Crystal Ballroom, or wherever, and stand there in the audience, listening to music together. Tweedy talks about how it's something communal, an experience we are all having, about how it's something like what church would be like, if church was... and then he hesitates, and says something like... "if church were what it should be." Anyway, that's how I have felt the four (yes, four) times I've seen Willie Nelson. That it's a little like church. For me, at least.
Willie was here!
Like a hymn we all love.
And that's the kind of thing you should make sure to find your first day in NY. Something you love, because whatever it is, there are people in NY who are going to love it with you.
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I love those walls of yarn at yarn shops so much that I am tempted to buy yarn even though I don't knit. But this is the problem: I want the WHOLE WALL and the shelves, in my house, not just two or three things of yarn. (Skeins? Balls? Knots?) No matter how much I like the color I pick, I like the color best when it's sitting there next to the others. I like them all at once: out of context it always loses something. Not to mention I feel guilty buying yarn and then forcing it to live in a bag with the needles that I also buy, fooling myself that I will turn this bag of hope into a hobby.
And you're right, yarn shops seem even better in New York. Somewhere that wall of color takes you by surprise, almost seems a contradiction of the place. Like Wilie Nelson. That may be one of the great things about New York, that it can hold within it the opposite of itself in a way that other cities, like your next stop, can't. I think you'll find that London really keeps to the English theme, rather tightly. Quite.
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