Supplant the Transplants...xoxo

Essentially, there is very little merit to my rants about the pit-falls of an Upper East Sider, and the detailed minutia of every observation I can make about why anyone should care in the slightest whether or not the social fabric of New York City as a whole seems to be unraveling. However, if they can devote hours upon hours about caviar-covered vision of my world in a show like Gossip Girl, there has to me some amount of justification for my commentary on New York, and its society at large.

While it would seem clear that most of those who might fancy themselves an intellectual would only reference a television show to serve as an obvious indication of some societal malady, I am using it simply to illustrate the amount of interest and intrigue that has surrounded the mythology of my fair city since the dawn of the industrial age. To put it more bluntly, Manhattan is a highly mythologized environment, and as a traveled explorer of such a jungle, I believe there might be SOME interest in my view of the lay of the land. That being said, there is a certain irony involved in the idea that it is this magnifying glass pointed toward New York, that has rendered it on the brink of unlivable for those life-long inhabitants who deign to freely roam the streets.

Stop sweating our city! We already gave up the deuce to Disney, and I'm not about to stand idly by and watch the rest of Manhattan become some watered-down vision of what was once the greatest civilization on the planet. You can have Murray Hill, we'll give you the Meat-packing (it wreaks of rotting carcasses), but if you expect to take the whole of the Upper East Side (with exception to Park and Fifth, because you obviously cannot afford it) and the Upper West and the LES without a fight, you are sorely mistaken. This is my battle cry, for better or worse. GET OFF MY LAND! Or at least walk a little softer and stop acting like you own the joint, when you just finished signing your first one-year lease on a walk-up...

That being said, who, if not me, who else has the testicular fortitude AND the license to pick apart the social nuances of New York City?

To all my debbie's and dillitants...

I think my rambling and rabble-rousing is cathartic; a way to air some grievances, compose some marginally valid thoughts, and limit my outbreaks of terror in the streets of New York. The way I see it, it's a win-win situation regardless of whether or not anyone actually proscribes to my medicine.
Writing shouldn't be overly laborious (excuse the verbosity), unless you happen to be writing a thorough analysis and corporate history of an airline or something. I would imagine that is one of the reasons a blog is an attractive outlet to the out-spoken and aroused clients of the computer class. I think aroused definitely being a proper (pointed) word choice for a medium (the Internet) whose roots and will always be linked to the porno industry, just like the advent of VHS. Moving on, what is so perplexing to me is the drivel you find on the net that's so brazenly overworked and overstated that it seems almost embarrassing. I mean, you're writing a BLOG, not a manifesto, or a treatise, it's not a BOOK. I think it's ridiculous that people don''t take int0 account their medium, and it's inherent values and advantages, as well as the way it should be approached. When you are painting a picture, is your first thought to cover yourself in semi-gloss and writhe around on an 8 x 8 canvas , of do you get some brushes, a canvas and start applying paint to the surface? Essentially, why don't people realize their audience before they compile page upon confounding page of pseudo intellectual or pompous drivel , without an utterance of some bit of wit or guile, or maybe ever some fucking humor, luckily, a victim-less crime. I might even look the part, but at least my brand of drivel comes straight off-the-cuff; UN-edited and UN-fettered for the sheer purpose of making myself laugh. Because, after-all, who's ACTUALLY reading your blog? I mean, seriously...
r.i.p . V.H.S. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/VHS