NYC

I just got back from a week long adventure in the fabled city of New York. It somehow always feels more real to me than any other city in the world, but as my good friend has also pointed out; it also feels like you're on t.v. or in a movie. Having spent a great deal of my formative years in America I don't feel quite as overwhelmed by the Pleasantville experience but it is true that years ago the very sight of NYPD cars and officers elicited feelings of fantasy and I would near laugh out loud. After many visits to the city I now realize how unfunny these grim officers are. I think that maybe part of my draw to nyc is the very fact that while it feels tangible, true and honest it also glows with a kind of mythical power of dreams that somehow manages to make the cliché sentiment that your dreams really can come true more than believable. It certainly has an undeniable draw, almost as soon as I arrive I feel like I belong, like the city has been waiting for me to get here and show me what its got. And whenever I leave I end up sitting here on the west coast feeling about New York the way Mitch Hedberg thought about Koala Bears-wondering why it has to be so far away from me.