An intervention Letter From Australia

Dear New York City,

I love you. Totally. I always have. Even before I first arrived here to rest for a while, I adored you from afar. At that time, The romance may have been fueled by just the experiences and stories heard from those who had seen you or felt you or fed by further other's artistic interpretations and reconstructions, but, even then, the passion and emotion was true and mine. I loved you so much, from before I knew you and now, that I do know you, that love has only grown.

But......

And I say this because of the love I have for you.

But....

Goddamn it, noone in this fucking city has a fucking sense of humor!

Its not sitting well with me and, Big Apple, its time to shape up.

Someone on a Train

One day, I'm gonna fall in love on a train. 

I already sorta do. All the time. I'll be pulling into Union Square and the way that blond wistfully twirls the straw raising up from her smoothie, will seem familiar - a subtle revelation of a both calm and playful approach to the mundane of day to day. She'll remind me of someone I've never met. Someone that I will, one day, try so hard to forget. Someone, that in-between those times will seem so right; so connected; so easy. Then, the doors open and she melts out into the wider world, whilst I stay onboard for one stop more. Love gone.

I'm Back

In his book, 'Status Anxiety', Alain de Botton...

Hang on one sec. Let me quickly confess to something. I've been dying to start off a blog with a sentence like that. Not only a de Botton quote and/or thought, but a post opened up with the exact line "In his book....". My Rehabilitated Queenslander friend, the current 'Front of House of the Year' holder, berated me the other day for being all a bit too philosophical on this here page. When philosophy is mentioned, the place my mind immediately runs to, is one of the Mel Brooks characters in 'History of the World'. Have you seen it? In one of the stories, set in ancient Rome, he plays an unemployed Standup Philosopher. The premise being, that those early posturing, preening and proclaiming preachers and prophets, were essentially ancient precursors to latter day, modern Standup Comedians (for those of you keeping score at home, that's a sentence with 6 words that begin with 'pr'. Bonus points?). After a wistful wander across catchphrases like "walk this way" and "its good to be the king", the second place my mental mess runs to, is Alain de Botton.