I know this is shooting fish in a barrel, but Andrew — really?
On a personal level, my wonderful introduction to New York City continues. We’ve had no power since Sunday night, and no idea when that might end…
I’m blogging today from a midtown Starbucks, where every available electrical outlet is being used by displaced downtowners. The atmosphere around me is probably like rush-hour in Calcutta. I want to thank my colleagues, all of whom have electric power, for doing such an amazing job yesterday and today. And my love to New York City, which has instantly plunged me from the developed world into a pitch black and increasingly cold Halloween. I keep saying to myself: It Gets Better.
Well, it cannot get any worse, can it? Can it?
Does one need to add anything?
Ah well, perhaps just a little. Just to repeat the obvious:
Dude. Your new home town just experienced a four meter storm surge on top of a full-moon high tide driven by hurricane force winds sweeping through a low lying port. That doesn’t happen very often. When it does bad things follow…but it’s not personal. God — not yours, not anyone’s — doesn’t actually care about you enough to gin up a regional disaster just for the comedy gold to come from watching you kvetch about New York.
And as for that Calcutta nonsense?
Here I lose my sh*t just a little. Mr. Sullivan, you child of first world ease: you have no f**king idea how insanely fortunate you are.
I would go off more on that — but the sheer embarrassment of having to be the person who wrote something that purely inane is sufficient punishment, I think.
*quote stolen from a long ago
ATT Nynex Yellow Pages ad, back when we had Yellow Pages. I can’t remember what heading they were punning upon, but maybe someone here does…ETA: and somebody does. The heading was “Vanity Cases,” and here’s the video. Thanks to The Pale Scot.
Image: Auguste Borget, An Indian Mosque on the Hooghly River near Calcutta, 1846.