tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52015440256636128.post2930278309173326924..comments2023-10-28T08:53:45.727-04:00Comments on How not to move to a big city (NYC, specifically): Sorry, We're (almost) ClosedAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10298836625727838002noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52015440256636128.post-31755744595500963462010-01-18T23:45:34.234-05:002010-01-18T23:45:34.234-05:00Cathlin, you're a genius! How did I not realiz...Cathlin, you're a genius! How did I not realize that? I could totally see Charlie Chaplin or Buster Keaton in this situation? A budding producer, you are!Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03849683475588137113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52015440256636128.post-67153979850019583342010-01-18T23:44:49.324-05:002010-01-18T23:44:49.324-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03849683475588137113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52015440256636128.post-5532224465234461452010-01-15T18:31:09.904-05:002010-01-15T18:31:09.904-05:00Ryan - that sounds like a short film a la Charlie ...Ryan - that sounds like a short film a la Charlie Chaplin, no?<br /><br />Ilya - I can totally picture that! And the very first day, no less? Yeah, at least in nyc, no one will take a second glance at you.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10298836625727838002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52015440256636128.post-79956603020110116712010-01-14T10:30:24.837-05:002010-01-14T10:30:24.837-05:00This is not related to NYC, but my first day in LA...This is not related to NYC, but my first day in LA (which is kind of a big city...kind of, I borrowed my roomate's car to carry a fouton from a place about a mile away to my house, only to realize when I got back home that that one massive pole that kept the bed together from side to side. I also forgot the little bed stand I bought. <br /><br />Figuring that a mile wasn't "that far" and that I was a strong young man, I decided to walk it out (in a city where nobody walks). <br /><br />That said, if you think it looks weird to carry what is an obvious bag of laundry down the street in pedestrian city, imagine being the only person on a sidewalk on a Sunday night, grunting and sweating (and ocassionaly stopping for air) while carrying a huge medal rod and a wooden bed stand.<br /><br />I'm still surprised I didn't get accosted by cops or befriended by bums.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05234424966642178310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52015440256636128.post-27153589336239522362010-01-12T21:09:05.911-05:002010-01-12T21:09:05.911-05:00You hit the nail on the head.
I have to cross 1st...You hit the nail on the head.<br /><br />I have to cross 1st ave. to get to the closest laundromat and I'm always paranoid that my bag is going to burst in the middle of the street as I'm crossing and that people will stand, stare, and laugh (because nobody would help) while I dodge crazy cabbies as I scurry to collect my clothes. Havoc would ensue...Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03849683475588137113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52015440256636128.post-37647138922357667532010-01-11T21:58:57.460-05:002010-01-11T21:58:57.460-05:00Keep on writing. I am enjoying reading all about ...Keep on writing. I am enjoying reading all about NYC.<br />MarmieUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01176326934757835242noreply@blogger.com