4.22.2002

I wrote an e-mail to a good friend yesterday... thought I'd blog what I wrote...

I'm glad people like Karina are around... I've decided there's no reason at all not to take advantage of NYC, especially since I live smack dab in the middle of it. A lot of people claim weariness as an excuse not to do the same... Karina is not one of the those people. She likes to get out of the apartment, which makes her a great person to call.

I'm gonna quit work at the end of June... maybe sooner, we'll see. Regardless, I want atleast a month and a half before classes begin (orientation is in the middle of August)... a month-long free-for-all in New York, and two weeks in Cali. Northern Cali hates me (as evidenced by Berkeley's and Stanford's documented distaste), so I'm going to tromp around L.A. and San Diego for a little bit... hope Hong and Tal don't mind. =)

Yeah... I think I am fairly affected when I realize that the people I care about aren't going to be around anymore. It's also a little disconcerting when you don't even think about it until you look around and can't find anyone who might possibly understand what it is you want to say, you know what I mean? And sometimes, it's those people that you didn't think you had such an amazing (or whatever) connection with that are the only people with whom you can share a dialogue. I don't like it so much. Makes you feel kinda lonely. And I don't do lonely.

I remember chillin' with Babbs in Cali. I introduced him to a friend of mine, Anna. (Have I told you this story? Probably... I tend to repeat myself.) Anna comes from one of the wealthiest families in Pasadena, went to a stellar private school, graduated at the top of her class, went to Brown, graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in the Classics, completely adept at reading and translating ancient Latin and Greek, and is now teaching Latin at a private school in Rhode Island, and will be getting a PhD soon. In addition, she's a pianist/songwriter who has worked with Elton John's studio people, developing her work. She and Brian, other than their obvious Southern Cali bred creative sides, don't have much in common, until you learn that she is bi(or multi-)racial, and trans-racially adopted. In addition, much like Brian, no one knows what her biological family history is. They've both been alone in this extent for a lifetime, until they met each other. At this point, they commenced a dialogue which brought forth words of encouragement, poetry, laughter, and tears. It was all incredibly moving, not only in realizing that they found a community of honest-to-goodness peers, but also that they found it in each other, almost like 2 sides of a coin. Wild. What it be like to never find your other side? I'm talking in this sort of an example, not in romance or anything like that... An opposing face with whom you share something you can't even pinpoint sometimes.

On a slightly different note... I think I really love NYC. I really do. And not just because of public transportation. Maybe I am more of an East Coast soul. And you know how I hate parking.

So... yeah.

posted by phat tony 11:31 AM