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Wednesday, August 29 2001

My job is so virtual at this point that I could almost go to work in my pajamas. When I went to work today, I wore the same shirt I'd worn yesterday in all those nasty smoky bars. By the end of the day Gretchen was telling me that I really needed to change it.

I walked down below 12th Street during my 3pm lunch break and was amazed at how quickly the neighborhood changed from an austere rectilinear assemblage of ten story buildings into a quirky little medieval village, full of bizarrely-angled cross streets and funky old architecture. Not only do the buildings change, but so do the people and their attitudes. Suddenly a large fraction of the pedestrians are gay men trying to make eye contact. That's one of the really beautiful things about New York: there's a hell of a lot of it, but it changes quickly over distance and the variety is endless. If you don't like where you are, just walk a few blocks in some arbitrary direction.

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