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August 07, 2005

day dreams

Two twenty-something men and a twenty-something woman sat at a table talking about subjects which ranged as far as childbirth. At one point the most exuberant of the young men said, with obvious excitement in his voice, "Someday we'll all be, like, vice presidents and we'll sit around and say, 'hey, remember back in the day when we were all just lowly station managers?'"

I thought to myself, I don't know what business you folks are in, but what are the odds you need so many veeps, and then the odds those offices will hold you three station managers in particular? I think the same thing was passing through the minds of the other two; neither of them said anything audible. But hey. You gotta have dreams.

I remember when I was just a lowly station manager. Look at me now. I am in charge of my own website, with complete editorial control over every aspect. If I want to write a solipsistic shout-out to my future self, or even my past self--heck: "hey there, present self!" (*smile*wink*nod*click-click* "hey yourself!")

One of my favorite moments today happened as I sat on a park bench in Central Park near the theatre they use for Shakespear in the Summer. My friend walked up, sat down and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

This is how I knew I was lost in reverie. "Oh," I said, preparing for descent to planet earth, "I was just wondering if I look midwestern to all these people here in NYC."

"Look midwestern?"

"Yeah, like a midwestern...vibe. What do you think?"

"You're more calm. Contemplative."

"Ah. New Yorkers don't do calm?" I asked, fully expecting a nuanced answer.

"No," she said, "they don't."

Perhaps some day we'll all be New Yorkers, and we'll sit around and I'll say, "hey remember when we were calm and contemplative?" And everyone will just look at me, or mumble something inaudible. At that moment I'll see myself back on that park bench in Central Park, and I'll mumble quietly, "hey yourself." You gotta have dreams.

Posted by joel at August 7, 2005 12:11 AM

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Yep. That's you on that park bench. (Hey, yourself.) As a fellow former station manager, I feel trepidatious about this future New Yorker who doesn't "do" calm and contemplative. I'm contemplating how dreadful that self would be and I'm not very calm about it.

Better not lose your vibe. Your hair won't make sense without the vibe. And then where would you be?

Posted by: Honest/ Popular [TypeKey Profile Page] at August 7, 2005 07:32 PM

i think our midwestern calm will be the trait that allows us to save the world someday - if the new yorkers ever get out of the way. they think they're the only ones who can look backwards and forwards at the same time. heck - midwesterners invented that trick. that's how we knew the hockey lock-out would end and everybody would be rejoicing in the streets just to see the ice being used productively again - only ice i've seen for over a year is in the bottom of my 'scotch on the rocks' glass. wish i could sit on a bench in central park ... and have a friend join me ... especially one who tells it like it is and isn't afraid to assuage my fears [you know - the one about the new yorkers who try to take over the world and end up recruiting the don to help them ... now that's scary]

Posted by: uncle jim [TypeKey Profile Page] at August 7, 2005 08:49 PM

Such a cute post, really. "I remember when he was just a young solipsistic man," I will say to myself someday with a smile.

(mumbles something inaudible)

Posted by: k_sra [TypeKey Profile Page] at August 8, 2005 01:48 PM

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