peapod said:
No one can dispute they have a interesting history, its the present that is the worry.
I think about the present often enough myself
Which reminds me maybe think can tell us something about new york. I know lots of canadians back east have been there, what part of new york do you live in think? I saw a program the other night american experience, the building of the brooklyn bridge. Have you ever seen woody allen? and can you purchase baby duck there?
I presently live in a suburb of New York City, Plainview New York, on Long Island, you may be familiar. I've never bumped into Woody Allen, but I have met others over the years, especially Joan Collins (I always had the hots for her

). I had lived in Manhattan and Queens in New York City for quite sometime.
You also kind of hit a soft spot with me in regards to New York, peapod. There is much to tell, some bad, some good.
You have people from all over the world, you have more languages spoken in New York City than any city in the world. You have every national group, racial group, religious group represented here, and what they're competing to do is really create a better life for themselves. So as they do that for themselves they do it for other people. The city, therefore, is constantly discovering something new about itself, creating something new, neighborhoods remain the same and then they change over time and you get a sense of a new culture, a new civilization that's informing you, a sort of revolutionary movement of the population. These wild demographic shifts that occur every 20 years, the huge influx of people from all around the world. No other city can claim that type of population swing. It's absolutely a remarkable experience.
New York is not beautiful. There are beautiful things in it but it's not beautiful. It's not beautiful the way, for example, the parks make Middle London beautiful. It's not beautiful the way Paris is beautiful. What makes New York what it is, is that it's so theatrical. In midtown for example, the whole thing is an explosion of geometry, and everyone who has seen it has tried their best to measure up, to be up to the theatricality of the city.
Being a New Yorker is just simply a state of mind. Less than half of the population was actually born in New York City. But most New Yorkers were not, and the way I define it is, if you've been here for six months and you walk faster and talk faster and think faster, you're a New Yorker.
Many people call New York City, the financial capital of the world, the cultural capital, I prefer to call it the Great Experiment of Humanity.
Why do I like New York City? The answer is simple (and perhaps somewhat long). It comes as I realize that all the opportunities of the world are right at my disposal. I can walk out of the office into the cool air blowing through Washington Sqaure Park, to sit by the fountain , under the great Arch, and in view of the cherry blossoms. I like to walk through Greenwich Village and realize that I form a part of a great city. I have a role to play. I feel slightly important. I have my own story to tell. Yet, at the same time, I realize that I am one among millions, each with his/her own history, each with his/her own destination. We all contribute to and partake of the most eclectic mix mankind has ever seen.
I like New York City, I want to a part of that enterprise. I want to befreind the tourists that linger on the park benches. I want to know the immigrants, to hear from where they've come, the enchanting culture they bring with them and where they are going. My coworkers have gathered from Brooklyn, from Lebanon, from California, from Nigeria, from Maine, from great Britain, from Hawaii, from Siberia.
I like riding the subway and being asked for directions from newly arrived immigrants and tourists, in French, Yiddish, Greek, Arabic, Chinese and Japanese, I of course can only point (except for a touch of French and fluent Greek). I like buying hummus on MacDougal street, I like to go to the orchid show at Rockefeller Center, the boat show at the Jacob Javits Center, the Egyptian exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Musuem of Natural History where on occassion I find things older than myself. I like to buy lunch from the street vendor, the one who makes Indian crepes at the griddle on his pushcart.
I like watching the sunset as the rays fall on the Statue of Liberty and reminds me of people that have died by the millions across the globe in the name of freedom and that there is hope for humanity.
I love New York
Man, what a mouthful. Was that enough peapod?
