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off to Harlem

Posted on February 14, 2013

Opening

 

I’ve been in New York for seven months now and it’s true what they say about staying in your Burrough and never venturing off. When I first landed, I was like a fat kid at a bakery; I wanted to touch everything that New York had to offer. Overtime though, I became set in my ways and the thought that these sites and wonders would always be there began to sit in the back of my mind. Currently, there’s a three-mile radius that I spend the majority of my life in. If I do venture off, it is out necessity. I go to Manhattan because my job is there. I visit Queens because my girlfriend lives there. I have no need for a Long Island or for a Bronx. In all seriousness, why would I want to go anywhere but Brooklyn? Yeah, I know. It doesn’t make sense to me either, but it happened today and it was a pleasant surprise.

 

I had to venture off to Harlem to see my tax lady because it is that season again. Since it was my day off, I decided this was a perfect time to get back to my tourist taurist-y self. I can say with much assurance that Harlem is the next best place compared to Brooklyn. To all you non-new Yorkers out there, Harlem is not one of the five Burroughs. It is a subsidiary of Manhattan, much like a Soho or a Greenwich, but at a much larger scale. The diversity of the city is breathtaking. Of course you’ve got Spanish Harlem and a high Asian population, but there’s also an elevated level of Africans that call Harlem home. The importance of this last fact correlates with my sudden urge for West African food. I’ve been deprived of any home cooking since I’ve been in New York so the ability to eat white rice with peanut soup was a blessing from the heavens. I raise my hands to the sky with thanksgivings.

 

I tried to take a few photos of this touched-by-an-angel culinary experience, but sadly my camera didn’t have an SD card, so I was shooting blanks.

 

I plan on taking more trips to see Harlem. It has a bad rap for being dangerous and I don’t want to be naive and say its not due to one visit, but I’m a fan of culture and Harlem represent the melting pot that that New York so famously represents.

 

crystal castles “sad eyes”

Posted on January 27, 2013

 

I would have never thought of myself as a Goth kid growing up. In fact, I was—and still am— the totally opposite. As a kid, I was forced to wear polka-dotted bowties and to tuck my shirt into my pants and on top of that wear a belt to ensure that even through the deadliest of tornados my shirt would stay securely inside of my slacks. Church was a place that I didn’t go to just once a week, but twice.

 

So my love affair with Crystal Castles would shock my elementary and high school friends, but good music is good music and I’ve never felt the need to discriminate. I had an earlier post about their dark “Plague” music video, which may or may not be truly authentic, but passes creeptastic qualifications for a Crystal Castle video. Their latest visual for “Sad Eyes” mixes their live performance with some eerie street masquerade ball.

*WARNING* Beware of you Pupils Exploding *WARNING*

2013

Posted on January 1, 2013

NewYearTheTaurist

 

Another year has come and gone and what do you have to show from it? Thoughts that often float around our heads as the New Year creeps upon us. We often get disappointed in our previous selves for not living up to the expectations that we had set 365 days ago. We were not as productive as we had hoped to be. That big project that we had promised to finish by the end of the year is only a couple of pages long because you lost recognition of the project once February rolled around.

 

Don’t fear, you still have another chance. The New Year represents hope. Hope that this year will be bigger and better than the one before. Hope that when you look at yourself in the future you will be proud of the life changes that you made. The key is to not fall back on old routine.  One thing that helped me progress this past year was having a six-month plan. This six-month plain consisted of goals that i want to accomplish for a half-year period. Each of the goals were broken down to simple tasks that didn’t involve much effort. As an example let’s talk about moving to a new city. The mini steps would consist of things like research which neighborhood you wanted to move in, find average cost of living, find a place to stay, get car fixed, etc.

 

Breaking down these goals into easily achievable baby steps can help one feel closer to accomplishing the main task that it seems less daunting.

 

Here’s to the New Year and all the amazing things that we will accomplish!

 

Christmas Tales

Posted on December 24, 2012

“Kisses over presents”. That is the motto. I’ve never been much to celebrate holidays the traditional way. I don’t get into buying people presents and it is not because I’m greedy, it is usually because I’m broke, but I mask it behind the idea that I care about the time spent with the people you love versus the money spent. Regardless I love my nieces and nephew so much that I had to bundle up in the cold and trek out on a quest for the best Christmas gifts that money could buy.   Somehow I ended up in the epicenter of frivolous spending: Time Square. I venture to Time Square more than most New Yorkers because it is where my Toastmaster’s club meets.…

Live Simple

Posted on December 13, 2012

  Here is an excerpt from a recent Vanity Fair interview with President Barack Obama: “You’ll see I wear only gray or blue suits,” he said. “I’m trying to pare down decisions. I don’t want to make decisions about what I’m eating or wearing. Because I have too many other decisions to make.” He mentioned research that shows the simple act of making decisions degrades one’s ability to make further decisions. It’s why shopping is so exhausting. “You need to focus your decision-making energy. You need to routinize yourself. You can’t be going through the day distracted by trivia.”   Our world has an obsession with choices. Everyday tasks like buying a box of cereal for the family can be quite overwhelming with an…

Momento Mori: Meditating on Death

Posted on December 5, 2012

Momento Mori is Latin for “remember death.” Death is the last thing the living want to think of. We want to live forever. That is why we spend so much money on plastic surgery and drugs that will allow us to stay youthful. We never want to get old because old equates to death and no one wants to die.   Death shouldn’t be forgotten. If anything it should be a motivator. People die everyday. Every single day someone dies. Why were we graced to live another day? And a better question is within this day did we live it to our full potential or take it for granted?   Today, I made a journey to the South Side of Manhattan to experience a…

O-H-I-O

Posted on November 29, 2012

Home is where your heart is. That phrase has been implanted in my DNA as a child. My father had an odd picture of a farm with its accompanying farm animals that had that exact quote on it. I never gave it much thought when I passed it every morning going to and returning from school. Even after leaving that house after my dad’s stroke, I seemed to forget all about that piece of my past puzzle.

Traveling to Ohio for Thanksgiving reminded me that no matter how far I ventured and what cave I might find myself in; my home – my heart—will always be attached with my father.

Some day I will have a sit down with my psychiatrist and talk about my daddy complex, but I am with out a doubt a product from my dad.

With all of that said Ohio is not my home. It is dead. It means nothing to me. Riding around the streets of Ohio was eye awakening. It’s weird how, ten years ago, Ohio was everything to me. I saw it as the largest metropolis in the world, but after leaving and going off to Phoenix, Atlanta and now New York, that idea was far from the truth. Space as far as the eye can see.

Farm. Cow. Farm. Horses. Farm.

Thanksgiving Dinner was immaculate. Food as far as the eye could see.

Fufu. Jellof Rice. Stew. Barbecue.

All together, it was a good time because family surrounded me.

God bless Ohio because someone has to.