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sometimes it can't be helped, especially when it's between two people whose personalities are loud online and quiet off. i've met (or re-met, or not really met) a lot—oh, what's the use; typing links is hard work; a lot of people, ok?—of people through this site, though, and the ability to associate a friendly face with a URL or email address is a simple pleasure that i now really enjoy. and i'm a friendlier, more welcoming person in new york as a result of the hospitality and kindness of others when i travel. so don't be a stranger, hear?
one thing's for sure, though: i need to get back to new york. i miss understanding what people are saying when they're being rude to me (i resisted a rare, ugly-american urge to throw the snotty cafe beaubourg waiter up against a wall last night), and i miss tompkins square park and my thuggish ruggish gym (even though my thighs and ass are nice and tight from walking everywhere ... very necessary during this weekend of creme brulee and croque monsieur) and getting my ass whupped at soccer practice and puerto ricans (not that the arabic guys in paris aren't sexy as all get out) and friends (although i do get better about personal email correspondence when i'm away) and the new york times (not that watching bbc and cnn and reading the economist hasn't been good for me).
posted May 12, 2001 in delivery. 20052004