Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Cheer up!




As I walked out my house this morning, still wondering why I decided to leave my cozy bed, a sudden wake up shook me: yesterday's nice and silent snow has been replaced by annoying wet humid (how else could it be??) rain. Thinking whether I was the only one suffering from the "This-day-is-too-gross-to-smile" Syndrome, I made up a test to see if I should welcome anybody in my club.

"How gross is your day" Test:

1 - You leave the house to go to work and:
a) the sun shines, you put your shades on and swing away like a rayban model
b) you realize that what seems niagara falls is actually rain, take your shades off and swing away like bridget jones

2 - You reach the subway and:
a) trotting like a happy beagle you jump in an almost empty train, sit and a brad-pitt-looking guy winks at you
b) after rescuing yourself from 10 pointy umbrellas, you spend the next 15 minutes waiting for a train, get in and after 2 sniffs, a career as sewer worker doesn't look quite bad anymore

3 - You reach your office and the doorman:
a) greets you with a smiley "good morning gorgeous!"
b) greets you with a "hmpff..."

4 - You finally made it to the office, walk in and look in the mirror:
a) your hair is silky and shiny from the sun and breeze and you smell like flower
b) your hair is gone on strike and smells like seaweed, you avoid putting your hands in it to not risk perpetual fingers-captivity

if you answered more than 3 b), your day is GRODY TO THE MAX!
if you answered more than 3 a), you are not in New York today!

Of course it cannot rain forever, as somebody much more famous than me said, but he was certainly not known for his weather forecast abilities, so..The good news is that a gross day is always a perfect excuse to cheer yourself up with chocolate and wine! Go home and celebrate!

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Just an ordinary day...

Clangclang!! Mooooooove!!!!! Whiiiiir!!! Yo talkin' to me?? Excuuuuuse ME! Ciakciakciak!Excuuuuseee Meee!!! Rrrroooooaaaaarrrrr!!!!No -woman-noWeeee!-cryyyy...BambambamEcouteecoute! Un pochito de..You knowwww, he said he reeeeeally likes me...Whiiiiiiiiiirrrr!Tactactac!Vrrooooommm!Splash! Ticktockticktock! Bang! I need mor...Buzzzz! money money money! Whiiiiirrr! that's him! Clickclickclick!!! Cough!cough! No, ma abbiamo sbagliato...Hisssshisssss! strada!! Craaaash! Szhooom! Pleease help the..Vrooom! homele..I know i know it's not..Whiiiirrrr!
Out of service out of service out of service, please get oooouuuttttt!!!
I had enough.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Summer's Soul

Late June, Charlotte: the wind has changed, the trees have shaken, the lake is feeling the first drops drowning. The clouds have gathered, the lights have parted.
Timing the seconds we're waiting, hushed: at last the thunder echoed.
Enjoy the silence.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Home Sweet...

This is where I live, the place I call home everyday. But what is "home" though? Home is what makes you feel protected, the space you know you belong to. At home you don't feel like a foreigner, a guest, one that everybody knows is just passing by. At home you live your life, and you know it's the right one.
After few years abroad, I realize I can't call any place "home". Home is not NY, nor Italy: being here is not me yet, and being there is not me anymore.
Here I am discovering, there I am missing.
Here I can't tolerate business people in flip flops, there I am astonished by the impetuous desire of looking cool.
In a city of 9 million people, where nobody is really at home, can I be so pretentious to think I am the only one having troubles? Of course not. I keep in the game, aware that tomorrow I could not be at home in any other house of the world.

Monday, June 18, 2007

One Way New York


I have something to do, something to say, something to think, something to forget. But when?
Here where I live the answer is : what about now? NOW is the only start and the only arrival. Yesterday is over, tomorrow is too far away in the future to worry about.
There comes the name of this blog. From the impossibility of thinking myself in any other dimension but Now.
I am 27 Now and I cannot afford to think about my 26s, I left them behind only few days ago but they deserve no more time: go ahead, the world (or maybe just the City?) keeps on working, so why shouldn't you, right Now?
Here starts my journey through the attempt of escaping Now, sitting down, breathing, choosing and planning. Now is just time for it.
Bienvenue.