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| There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter--the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these trembling cities the greatest is the last--the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh yes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company. . . .
"Here Is New York" appears in Essays of E.B. White, Harper, 1977
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| "Friendships don't magically last 40 years, you have to invest in them. It's like your savings, you don't expect to wake up one day when you're old and find a big bucket of money waiting there .... we need an emotional retirement plan; this is important making time for each other and taking trips like this"
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| I write to express and document my life, so that I can refer back in retrospect and fine tune myself or to simply reminisce the moments in my life. We spend most of our time in the real world, where we portray a mask that inevitably tries to impress people. But in here I find my own quiet tranquil space - my own little hideaway in this manic world.
Thus, I strive to make this blog my personal space where my share my thoughts my ideas and to write on anything that I see as informative and value adding and inspirational. I think its utterly pointless to use a blog to document my daily boring and mundane renderings, and much more less worthy to use it as a tool to flaunt oneself, be it in terms of status, wealth, or one's life of endless debaucheries. If you are already out there in the real world trying to impress people, why lie to yourself even more in your blog. And of course, this entry is not a satirical comment to anybody or of any one group of people, it is what it is: just an expression of my opinion and thoughts.
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