Joe Posted February 12, 2007 Share Posted February 12, 2007 Buonamattina, amici, (good morning, friends), http://i8.tinypic.com/2gyacxx.png And just like that, I'm in New York! Mamma mia! When I have a bit more time, I'll share a few tales from the American highwayscape out in the main Den. This past week contained some of my all-time greatest fur memories: being in it, seeing people enjoy it, and really !@#%&ing needing its warmth. I arrived in Manhattan yesterday afternoon by car after nixing the idea of driving it straight. First priority was a technology rescue mission: retrieve my Nikon from camera purgatory...and more auspiciously, rescuing my MacBook Pro from its sojourn at the Apple Store, Fifth Avenue, where it has been since I hit the States. I'm not sure what feels better: being able to wear my black fox parka out and about on the streets, or not having to use my 2002 Dell Inspiron notebook (the one with more add-ons and upgrades than Joan Rivers) every day. Oh, merda. I've become one of those Mac users again. Well, at least now I can actually learn how to really use OS X. Allora, c'e perfetto. Yesterday's driving was fantastico, from stopping in Flemington to visit in my fox coat, to the random 6'5" bearded gentleman in Times Square who happily agreed to pose in his full-length coyote coat for me...as long as he could take a picture of me in my coat with his camera as well! Talk about a bear hug...I think I know what my next next fur will be! Another highlight was probably meeting the freezing, underdressed group of American high school girls (in those flimsy Abercrombie faux-fur-lined hooded sweatshirts...) who took the train in for the day. I happened to be wearing a t-shirt with the Manhattan Subway Map graphic printed on it under my fox coat...when they asked me directions to Penn Station, I was happy to oblige. Next thing I knew, all the girls were trying on my coat and we were doing pictures together in Rockefeller Center. Even when I wore my leather coat with my alaskan mink/fox mittens, I got positive vibes from those around me who were courageous enough. Like I said in Chicago, it is fascinating to be a sort of spectacle...but I don't want it to become too much, or even worse, something too idyllic that I'll be in danger of becoming nostalgic about in the future! I tend to become very tired of anything over-the-top...incredibly fast. ciao ciao J. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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