Somewhat Cantankerous Thoughts on returning to New York City.
Fuck is this post wierd. Just read it start to finish. Haven't changed a word. Polemical though. Assuming you know what that word means you can save yourself some wasted time.
Bone (-Daddy) tired today. The lab was held up by one stupidity after another thus I didn't finish until 7:3opm. 4 1/2 hours in lead on the last case with the heater way up thanks to an idiot observer. I just want to sleep for three days and recover my sense of alertness. The only smart thing I will do today is not fire up a table. I have got to avoid pixelating my retinas in this sleep/eat/shit mode.
Actually I think I'm too tired to shit.
I tried as soon as I got home and limped off my clothes. But the cellular fatigue that has set in proved greater than the urge to purge and thus after a few half-hearted chugs I resigned myself to living with toxicities. The apartment reeks of my four-day old meals on wheels that I have conned the good state of NY to deliver to my door under the ruse of agoraphobia. The downside is that you inevitably become who you pretend to be, so you must be careful who pretend to be. Mother Night, by my recently departed godfather for the curious.
So here I sit, full of shit (literally for a change), resplendent in my purpled turpitude while I contemplate my plane flight to New York City tomorrow afternoon (I have an ablation in the morning and three consults, so I will have been one productive fuck before I even leave on an allegded CME day).
It is my first time being back in NYC since months before 9/11. I truly thought I would never go back. There has been a major exodus of muslims out of NYC since 9/11, and with them literally billions in productivity and tax dollars gone too. Why'd they go? They had the fiscal ability to not have to put up with every 18 year-old white kid with an axe to grind taking it out them for acts of terrorism they don't condone (in fact actively abhor), and had nothing to fucking do with. The greatest strength of the American experiment is that socio-economic class trumps race most (but not all) of the time. The joke is the typical urban redneck was like "Good Riddance" while anyone who can count without using their digits knows the economic toll it's taken.
Nonetheless lots remain, and a family friend who is an insanely wealthy and successful plastic surgeon in Manhattan was letting me know that I shouldn't believe the hype. It ain't that bad. The first rule of New York, he told me over the phone, hasn't changed: you mind yourself, no one else gives a shit about you for the most part. I opined his view of NYC might be better than most because he views it from an apartment the size of a house with a mortgage that would I would need to sell a kidney to pay. Maybe, he noted, Maybe not. You may be surprised.
But the problem for me is that I am by nature an uppity brownie. I don't take kindly to people staring at me like I should apologize for being me or being in sight. I usually don't pass up the opportunity to tell people like that to fuck off. I have scars above my left eye and under my chin as a result of this well-worn policy.
The US of A has been clearly beautiful to me no doubt. I love and respect her mightily for it. But I also know I have been fucking good, good, good to this country. Paid my taxes, given to charity and involved myself like any good almost-citizen in the affairs of the day to whatever degree appropriate. I also happen to save American lives on a pretty regular basis, and improve the quality of American lives on a daily basis.
No, I don't need anyone to thank me for that; I get paid to do it and my new house is thanks enough. But as a corollary, I just can't stand the look that some uneducated fuckwad with a high school GED gives me as he looks me up and down, trying to spec out if he's got a terrorist on his hands or just someone else he doesn't like. Yeah that's it retard, I managed to elude the deadliest, best-trained, best-equipped spy agency in the history of the world, but you managed to out me. Nice work Orville. And Fuck You Pal. I'm only about a thousand times more invested in the well-being of this nation than you. But I'm sure your Proud To Be American bumper sticker levels that playing field.
Actually even worse are well-educated fuckwads with their landed gentry prejudices. When I was younger I actually wanted to show those guys that their fears were irrational and that it was a myth that to be muslim meant to be some kind of radical. Now, older, I couldn't give a fuck what these people think about me. I live a complex, but essentially humane life cognizant of the fact that people will still dislike me and misunderstand me anyway. That would have made me sad 15 years ago. Now it makes me smile at the futility their of hating me. The fact is, I'm too rich for hate or prejudices to hurt me or my family. Unless of course the whole country goes nuts and tries to interr the entirety of my particular prayer group.
I guess I am now near-convinced you can't convince anyone to believe something, however logical, that they don't WANT to believe. So I no longer try. But I still am not putting up with any shit either.
NYC here I come.
MTF
Bone (-Daddy) tired today. The lab was held up by one stupidity after another thus I didn't finish until 7:3opm. 4 1/2 hours in lead on the last case with the heater way up thanks to an idiot observer. I just want to sleep for three days and recover my sense of alertness. The only smart thing I will do today is not fire up a table. I have got to avoid pixelating my retinas in this sleep/eat/shit mode.
Actually I think I'm too tired to shit.
I tried as soon as I got home and limped off my clothes. But the cellular fatigue that has set in proved greater than the urge to purge and thus after a few half-hearted chugs I resigned myself to living with toxicities. The apartment reeks of my four-day old meals on wheels that I have conned the good state of NY to deliver to my door under the ruse of agoraphobia. The downside is that you inevitably become who you pretend to be, so you must be careful who pretend to be. Mother Night, by my recently departed godfather for the curious.
So here I sit, full of shit (literally for a change), resplendent in my purpled turpitude while I contemplate my plane flight to New York City tomorrow afternoon (I have an ablation in the morning and three consults, so I will have been one productive fuck before I even leave on an allegded CME day).
It is my first time being back in NYC since months before 9/11. I truly thought I would never go back. There has been a major exodus of muslims out of NYC since 9/11, and with them literally billions in productivity and tax dollars gone too. Why'd they go? They had the fiscal ability to not have to put up with every 18 year-old white kid with an axe to grind taking it out them for acts of terrorism they don't condone (in fact actively abhor), and had nothing to fucking do with. The greatest strength of the American experiment is that socio-economic class trumps race most (but not all) of the time. The joke is the typical urban redneck was like "Good Riddance" while anyone who can count without using their digits knows the economic toll it's taken.
Nonetheless lots remain, and a family friend who is an insanely wealthy and successful plastic surgeon in Manhattan was letting me know that I shouldn't believe the hype. It ain't that bad. The first rule of New York, he told me over the phone, hasn't changed: you mind yourself, no one else gives a shit about you for the most part. I opined his view of NYC might be better than most because he views it from an apartment the size of a house with a mortgage that would I would need to sell a kidney to pay. Maybe, he noted, Maybe not. You may be surprised.
But the problem for me is that I am by nature an uppity brownie. I don't take kindly to people staring at me like I should apologize for being me or being in sight. I usually don't pass up the opportunity to tell people like that to fuck off. I have scars above my left eye and under my chin as a result of this well-worn policy.
The US of A has been clearly beautiful to me no doubt. I love and respect her mightily for it. But I also know I have been fucking good, good, good to this country. Paid my taxes, given to charity and involved myself like any good almost-citizen in the affairs of the day to whatever degree appropriate. I also happen to save American lives on a pretty regular basis, and improve the quality of American lives on a daily basis.
No, I don't need anyone to thank me for that; I get paid to do it and my new house is thanks enough. But as a corollary, I just can't stand the look that some uneducated fuckwad with a high school GED gives me as he looks me up and down, trying to spec out if he's got a terrorist on his hands or just someone else he doesn't like. Yeah that's it retard, I managed to elude the deadliest, best-trained, best-equipped spy agency in the history of the world, but you managed to out me. Nice work Orville. And Fuck You Pal. I'm only about a thousand times more invested in the well-being of this nation than you. But I'm sure your Proud To Be American bumper sticker levels that playing field.
Actually even worse are well-educated fuckwads with their landed gentry prejudices. When I was younger I actually wanted to show those guys that their fears were irrational and that it was a myth that to be muslim meant to be some kind of radical. Now, older, I couldn't give a fuck what these people think about me. I live a complex, but essentially humane life cognizant of the fact that people will still dislike me and misunderstand me anyway. That would have made me sad 15 years ago. Now it makes me smile at the futility their of hating me. The fact is, I'm too rich for hate or prejudices to hurt me or my family. Unless of course the whole country goes nuts and tries to interr the entirety of my particular prayer group.
I guess I am now near-convinced you can't convince anyone to believe something, however logical, that they don't WANT to believe. So I no longer try. But I still am not putting up with any shit either.
NYC here I come.
MTF
posted by Iakaris aka I.A.K. at 9:09 PM
7 Comments:
"Fuck is this post wierd. Just read it start to finish. Haven't changed a word."
Apparently you did change words by your above statement.
Plus, it's w-e-i-r-d.
I don't even know why I'm posting this.
I feel like Waffles little brother trying to make my elder brother proud or something.
Anyway, your hair is still great.
BP
you retard. I added words at the top...not the same as changing the old ones.
i always write wierd that way because it makes the word look weird.
goddammmit i am clevah mutha.
great to see ya back though!
So are you a terrorist or not? lol loved this line
"I managed to elude the deadliest, best-trained, best-equipped spy agency in the history of the world, but you managed to out me. Nice work Orville."
Priceless, NY is an easy beast to tackle and its funny the perceptions people have of it that haven't grown up or lived in it. Just remember one simple rule, act like your better then everybody else and u'll fit right in among the crowd. Throwing elbows always works too....
Yep, that post definitely made me sit back and think "Man, that guy is totally full of shit."
"I managed to elude the deadliest, best-trained, best-equipped spy agency in the history of the world"
-- ummm.. Really? I thought they could not find their asshole.
Your Muslim? Dang man I thought you were some Indian or something. Now I am going to have to look at you weird or some shit.. Are you devout or can we have some bacon together brotha?
I for one have never understood racism.. I hate everyone equally and am willing to tell them it out in the open. Thanks for the perspective though.
FWIW Iak, in all honesty (and I acknowledge not being a Muslim when I say this, but it's still true), you are talking about something that existed in this city for maybe 6 months tops after 9-11. At this point in time, unless you have a semi-automatic gun barrel sticking out of your pants pocket or wires protruding from an extra-puffy jacket, the whities in nyc won't even give you a second look. Seriously. New Yorkers are way beyond 9-11 at this point in terms of making any judgments about people based on their looks alone. Again I'm not saying this was 100% the case two weeks after the towers came down or anything, but you are years behind here. You'll see when you get here, nobody even thinks like that anymore, except for maybe the same fux who already thought it long before 9-11 ever happened.
its unusual article....guys read this too http://www.lifehack.org/articles/productivity/10-books-the-most-successful-people-the-world-inspire-your-life.html
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