Nothing will fry insired writing or kill the high found in watching a Panamanian drum corps rehearse in the park or keep new drumsticks in their packaging unused as well as television will.
I’ve been home for several hours now, and except for a really productive discussion with my roommates and making myself dinner, I’ve been [...]
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We glanced at each other, and Mark asked me if I was at all nervous about what we were about to do. I smiled, “Yeah, a little bit, but usually the things that make me a little bit nervous are also the ones that make the best stories to tell later.” After an hour of walking through North Central Park, craning my neck upward to search in the trees; and after the group leader lent me his binoculars, I finally saw two baby screech owls perched high up in the trees above our heads. If it were only possible to reign in the inspiration on any particularly wonderful day and redistribute it along equally among the other days of the week or month, I would do exactly that; I would bottle inspiration and give it away free as a public service to the people who need it most. I was walking down the hill in front of Brooklyn Hospital on my way to work yesterday morning, taking in the traffic and the bustle of the late-morning commuters. If there were so many people rushing to work at 9 a.m. on a Thursday in Fort Greene, what must Midtown be like? I’ve never worked [...] |
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