just flying back to nyc from l.a.
just flying back to nyc from l.a.
l.a was 75 degrees and sunny when i left, and apparently there's a big snow storm about to hit new york, although the snow will be mixed with freezing rain. it's a weird form of masochism/familiarity/stockholm syndrome that compels someone to leave a warm, sunny, cloudless place in order to return to a place where you couldn't stand outside naked for 5 minutes for fear of freezing to death. i love new york. it's my home, the city of my birth, and arguably the most interesting and tolerant and diverse city on the planet. but let's be honest, new york in february (and/or march. and/or, well, january) sucks. that feeling every morning as you walk outside and feel as if the weather is punching you in the face, and then it sits back and smugly gloats, mocking your powerlessness.
migration is starting to make more and more sense to me. birds do it, and they seem pretty happy when they're not flying into airplane engines. maybe a civilized spring and autumn in new york and an even more civilized winter somewhere warm. perhaps that tends dangerously towards senior citizen snowbirds who flock to florida and arizona to play golf in january, but so be it. if in the future i decide to live in l.a during the winter you can mock me to your hearts content. you can mock my weakness, you can mock my intolerance for all things cold and slushy and grey, you can mock my loathing for brown puddles of freezing water and mud. i will gird myself and stoically accept your mocking as i lie in the grass at griffith park, possibly annoyed that the january sun is just a little bit too warm and that the ice in my lemonade has melted from the heat.
being an object of seasonal ridicule is a small price to pay for not having to stand 10 feet away from the curb (kerb) so as to avoid being soaked in freezing brown water by passing puddle jumping taxis.
i know: weather. seemingly mundane, but perhaps less so when you're heading into the maelstrom after being coddled by february trade winds. 'coddled' is a nice word. like a cozy swaddle. no more coddling now. time to gird my loins and face the grim spectre of manhattan in smarch.
moby
here's my promise to you
hey moby, i promise that if ever you happen to say something that results in me feeling uncomfortable or bothered, that I will endevour to hold off from reacting to that. I'll pause and wait untill I know what I have to say is respectful and properly considerate of you. If I ever slip up and don't quite manage to do that, then I'll apologize and make ammends as soon as I realise it. I do consider you to be altogether worthy of respect. I really do.
that's my promise to you.
bit of info and some thoughts I thought might be of interest
I once read a book about the risks of having one's future predicted. According to the author there was once a man who was living in australia who went to see a psychic. he was told that he was going to be moving to l.a. Shortly after that he got offered a promotion at his place of work. He turned it down thinking "I'm going to be moving to l.a apparently, according to that psychic, so I can't accept that promotion." Turned out that the person who got the job instead of him then got a transfer to l.a and his own destiny had been altered by him turning down the offer of the promotion.
Yeah so there are various risks involved in supposing that something is a guarantee. Maybe it's a bit like when two people marry and promise that they are going to be together for the rest of their lives. Trouble is for some people that results in people taking their
spouse for granted. I've always wondered if there is more chance of a relationship lasting a lifetime if the two people don't get married (even if they both hope and intend to always stay together), because then they know they both have to do whatever it takes to keep the relationship lively, nuturing, stimulating, caring and lovely.
No matter how much we want and intend for certain things to be, there are no real guarantees in life are there... with one exception. there is one thing that is absolutely certain for each and every human being who has ever been born, and that is that one day we die. This is not me intending to paint a grim picture about life, but I think it's worth remembering sometimes that there really is nothing else that is a guarantee. If it happens (whatever we most hope will happen in life), then we're really very lucky indeed!!!!
just some thoughts i thought might be of interest to you.
why do we sometimes sabotage that which we most like and value?
Hey I'm back.
I had to ask myself the above question because I went and made a comment here that wasn't really adequately respectful of you, even though you are one of the people in this world who I most like. I can't explain everything about this here, but there are various things about your existence that I value greatly and that have quite a bit of meaning for me in my life right now.
Generally speaking, I think that when there is something or someone that we particularly like, then there is maybe a greater potential for disappointment too. I don't know you personally at all and in some ways the real person who you are is a bit of a mystery. I think I have a fairly good idea of what you are about, but every now and then you say something that bothers me and I've noticed a bit of a tendency in me to over-react then because maybe you're not who I imagine you to be.
So I guess the role of sabotage (though not ultimately useful) is to protect one from disappointment.
I have tended to think of L.a as being a city with a social culture that is largely quite shallow, materialistic and ego orientated. At the moment in my own life, due to certain circumstances, I'm stuck for now in the one city in this country that is the most similar to l.a. I say that not ever having been to l.a but l.a is one of those cities that receives loads of media attention of course (especially it's resident celebrities), and would be hard for anyone with access to t.v, films, magazines etc, to not know something of what the culture of l.a is like.
if I had the choice between staying in the city where I am now and living in l.a, I'd possibly go for l.a myself (though I can't say i know that would be a good decision). Then again, if I was a film maker living and working in America and could choose any place to base myself, I'd be more likely to be somewhere like the bay area, or nyc. I'd probably avoid hollywood.
Maybe l.a could have something that would be great for you if you were to live there part time, but I have to say I fear more that it wouldn't have a very good effect on you and your life. I do suspect that celebrity culture there in l.a has a strong seductive suction power for people such as you who are celebrities. Plus I remember a previous post that you made in which you stated that you love l.a but you thought that if you moved there you'd probably be more inclined to make bad decisions like to go dating underaged "D List" models? did I get that right?
So broadly it's that kind of risk which leaves me feeling like I want to say - no don't go there moby. However I really ought not have let myself react in a discourteous manner towards you over it. I'll make a promise to you about this but I'll do it in a seperate comment slot.
wishing you well.
Give me summer
Do you think NYC is more diverse than the Bay Area? Well, that may be rhetorical, but it is a close contender, no?
Is 'smarch' like a (smartly) marching smirk?
Here is a non-question: Kutiman rocks my world, too.
=Miriam S.F., formerly NYC and Brooklyn.
sorry about the delay, I do have more to say
Hi Moby,
Sorry about the delay... after me having said to look out for part 3. I do have more to say here, that hopefully will be at least a little bit interesting for you to read. I've been sick and I'm still not quite better. I'll be back.
migrating
just for some perspective, being just as sick of the harsh and unforgiving winters, fresh out of adolescence I moved to Los Angeles when my lease on a sublet ran out, thinking I'd never find a cheap NYC apartment ever again, and believing life would be a veritable utopia if it wasn't painfully bitterly cold.
I ran back to NYC after only a year.
The weather, as bad as it gets here, keeps you grounded and makes you humbly appreciate the days that are beautiful. The changing seasons also remind you how time is marching on, something I don't think the denizens of Los Angeles absorb. (if they absorb anything for that matter.)
The denizens of LA were the biggest reason I left. Not that I didn't meet any nice people there but as a whole, a more superficial, petty, and backstabbing lot of idiots I would be hard-pressed to show you.
Every last inconsequential little fragment of detritus in LA revolves around 'The Business.' If you're not in the entertainment industry or somehow marginally connected to it, you are wasting everyone's time and precious smog-filled air.
That point got driven home when a writers strike (the one in '88) brought the entire city and it's economy to a grinding halt. a WRITER's STRIKE for god's sake.
NYC is more diverse and sustainable.
summer 96 - 08 - 09
hello moby.
date: late june 1996.
location: planet serbia, belgrade, very hot afternoon, ''plato'' pub, outdoor.
my friend jelena (now living in toronto) and me came very early, 6pm, to feel the energy before of the venue your first concert in serbia. we were very excited, chatting as usual about previous night out, drinking our cold drinks.. and then jelena spotted you on the first floor, giving an interview to some local radio station. anyway, i said ''no, that's not moby''... the rest is framed history in my dinning room: few minutes after we went upstairs, got your autograph, and said ''thank you''. happy to have met you and.. too bad we forgot to take out photo camera from the bags. god, we were so young. i remember having some weird rounded brand new ultra shining metal part for the vhs recorder hanging around my neck, bought especially for that night styling. someone shoot me, please.
show was great, even tho we expected more tracks from eu and eiw albums.. in the morning we took a slow walk tour around belgrade zoo.
date: july 2008
location: germany, dortmund, love parade.
my friends, other million people and you playing my favorite tracks. jelena was missed badly.
flashbacks and few tears.
date: march 05 2009
location: www.exitfest.org
info: moby confirmed. novi sad, serbia, exit festival, main stage. july 11th.
massive flashbacks. ''why does my heart feel so bad'' on repeat, all afternoon. one long distance phone call. :)
this evening: moby sound/vision retrospective and fun, joy, made me go out.
looking forward seeing you live on planet serbia again, welcome! make july 11th night on petrovaradin fortress another night to remember.
all the best.
darko
Awesome seeing you today
Hey,
Just wanted to say how cool it was to see you in the EMI office today. I was working and all of a sudden there you are walking past. Hopefully everything went well in the meeting. Hopefully you'll come visit again sometime, and thank you for bringing the nice weather back with you. We needed it.
John Lauritsen
www.JEL-ENT.com
a second humble apology and look out for number 3
my first apology was a bit lacking I felt. For a start, the earlier version of comment number 1 in which may in some ways have left you feeling a little piqued (a new word that my most faithful supernatural dictionary showed me recently), did not only show up my ignorance and prejudice, it was also discourteous and so I have to say I'm very sorry for that as well.
I seem to have become a master of self-sabotage lately. I have an oracle called the 'Medicine Cards' and in amongst the 51 other cards in the deck, there is a Coyote which is the trickster.
"His own trickery fools him. (But I'm a she so I'll make turn Coyote into she too). She is the master trickster who tricks herself. No one is more astonished than Coyote at the outcome of her own tricks. She falls into her own trap. She may be banged and bruised by the experience but she soon goes on to make and even greater error, forgetting to learn from her mistakes. (Oooops). As Coyote moves from one disaster to the next, she refines the art of self-sabotage to sheer perfection".
Damn.
I can understand what it is that you would like about LA, having thought that much more about it.
However, due to having had quite a bit of insomnia over the last 5 days, I need to get off my computer and rest right now, so I'll come back sometime soonish to write up part 3. in part 3 of my elaborate and genuine heart felt apology, i will reveal a few things about the underlying psychology of my latest error.
too bad
Too bad you had to leave cozy warmth behind you and too bad you missed such memorial snow storm in nyc in March ! You certainly missed a rare chance to dive into the snow like a dog (not at all ill comparison, just to show degree of excitement) in Central Park, or speaking to falling snows from your flat's window !
It's nice you keep talking about weather-----we know your sensitivity, but the weather now has menace, much scientific and political issue than poetic subject, whether we like it so or not. So we'll talk a lot more in various form, maybe.
Many artists are migrants, climate migrants like painters, writers in St Ives (in UK) or in Provence (south of France), but some artists are city lights migrants, I think.
moby:(28)
I understand you moby.
Don't listen to these bastards.
as a virgo(9/9/87), I know haha.
We bitch/whine/complain a lot.
Haha.
Even if it's just the weather.
So I get it. Haha.Nothing is never good enough. Period.
i'm
rather sick of this weather, but i enjoyed sledding in the park on Monday and drinking hot chocolate after losing feelings on my fingertips. Nothing says winter in NYC like frost-bitten fingers. Winter in the city is like a long-term boyfriend (girlfriend, husband, concubine, etc.) who may annoy you because he does annoying things like eat half frozen Amy's burrito right from the package because he's too lazy to microwave it for two minutes. He's annoying, but you love him, just like snowstorm in March and 3 ft high snow piles that's black and yellow from dirt and dog pee.
L.A. is wonderful and driving around seems so convenient that it scares me. I get right into it. Being in L.A., or anywhere outside of NYC makes me doubt myself. And I get scared that I'll leave the love of my life, NYC. Why the rambling? Because I'm procrastinating. i need my ass kicked.
Is that really what you need?
I myself am currently in need of a more profound solution.
*^_^*
I have no idea why I felt compelled to write that.
More seemly thoughts: I think it possible to doubt the wisdom or merit of actions, but not oneself (imho) because it is the self that informs the senses? Some call it “that small quiet voice within” that tells us if the choices we are making are harmonious—tell us the likelihood that we will happily or at least contentedly endure the resultant conditions of all the things we have done (or have not done). "Quiet voice within" isn't an accurate description in my experience. I call it:
“That massive heaving queasiness in my guts and ache in my head and faintness in my knees that won't let me concentrate/focus/rest, within.”
Which is why I'm awake instead of sleeping right now, and am getting nothing productive done either! So... I’m sure I had some point in mind when I started all this… No, whatever it was, it’s gone now…
I'm sorry, my bad. I hope you can forgive me
I don't know if you read my other comment here before I edited it. If you did, I'm sorry, my bad. I sometimes imagine myself to be free of all prejudices and not an ignorant person. But I just had to face up to the fact that I'd gone ahead and said something ignorant and prejudice right here.
I hope you can forgive me if you read what I'd said. After having stretched my mind a little more open, it occured to me that there could of course be all sorts of reasons why some of the most interesting and wonderful people might choose to live in LA (or need to live there as the case may be).
And as far as the future goes and how people of the various places around the world will fare if climate change gets into full swing, I don't see it that there would be many, if any places that would remain easy for people to survive in, so unless you are super dead set on trying to work out how you to survive a runaway greenhouse effect, then I don't think anyone ought to worry too much about attempting to move to some location that might fare better than others if it happens. Best to live in the ways and in the places that most make us happy in the meantime, and of course, do all we can to keep our planet inhabitable.
Before I came back to edit my other comment and add this, I had this niggle of a feeling happening, knowing i'd said some things that weren't really right. I consluted my supernatural dictionary. You might be interested to know that the two words that my fingers landed themselves on (whilst I had my eyes shut tight), were 'ghastly' and 'opinionated'. I thought "uh oh" and came back here to fix it right away!!!!
Saw You In Buenos Aires
Moby,
i saw you in buenos aires few years ago, now is your turn, i´ll show my art next june in new york at broadway gallery (473 broadway 7th) from june 16-30.
you also can visit www.gonzaloferrer-art.blogspot.com
best
Saw You In Buenos Aires
Moby,
i saw you in buenos aires few years ago, i´ll show my art in new york city next june, see you there!!!
just go to www.gonzaloferrer-art.blogspot.com
best
Crummy Weather!
New York's weather sounds like here a little bit. I live near Seattle, in Renton, but last week when I went out my apartment door, all I could say was "Goddammit, it snowed!" 'Cause right outside my apartment door was a few inches of snow. And all the idiot drivers here, they freak out when they see a snowflake. I left for work at 6am, normally I leave at 6.30am or so, but it was so backed up on the freeway. And of course the freeway had absolutely no ice or snow. I wonder sometimes whethere it wouldn't be nicer to live in California, atleast during the crappy winter months. We were lucky yesterday, it seriously felt like summer it was so warm out. I can't stand cold weather, and those nasty brown pools of water everywhere! I am sooooo ready for the summer.
Allyssar
hot hot hot
Well you would like it here if you want warmth! At the moment it is 34 degrees and around 88% humidity. I am surrounded by trees and kangaroos hopping across the garden what I would give to build a snowball - the nearest I get to that now is the drinking variety!
NYC looks great in the snow such a pity the mess it makes when it melts, if you are cold you shall just have to get your long johns back out!
Whats NYC like in the summer? Is it as hot there as it is here?
Happy keeping warm!
i'm ready to migrate too
i'm ready to migrate too. I'd like to either live in Melbourne, or Edinburgh or New York (except in winter) or the San Fransisco Bay Area. I don't know about LA though.
LA is at risk of running out of water (but of course that doesn't have to be a reason not to live there at the moment). Still, this is information worth passing on I feel.
I read a book called "The Blue Covenant" by Maude Barlow about the looming global water crisis. Cities (like LA) that pump all (or most) of their water supply in from miles upon miles away are probably going to be in a particularly precarious situation in the not-too-far-away future. There are large numbers of people on the planet who are currently dependent on water from underground water tables which are diminshing. That is to say they are not being replenished at nearly the rate at which they are being used.
So if you do choose to go to LA in the winters, make sure you take truckloads of ice with you.
Maybe someone will think of a way of capturing all the melting ice at the poles to then ship it over to places like LA. Who needs water tables when we have plenty of melting ice sheets on the planet?
Antarctica might one day be one of the most popular place to hang out, although it could be more than a little bit annoying at times to have to put up with ice melting in wintertimes down there too.
Did you know that Earth used to be an ice free planet? (at various times in it's history apparently). Life went on.
moby:(27)
Oh moby, oh
Haha
Ok that didn't sound right.
Haha.
Sorry.
I dislike cold weather too.
Anyway,
Karla
I'm with you
I'm with you: no more cold feet, and who cares what the winter lovers say.
The only good thing about winter, EVER, was that one Calvin & Hobbes strip where Calvin walks outside, makes a face, and then says "Don't you hate it when it's so cold your boogers freeze?"
Briane Pagel
The Best of Everything
http://www.troublewithroy.com
I remember when it began snowing in Pennsylvania
back in mid November of 2007 when I went down to see you at your Degenerates show at the Hiro in NYC. It was the last day and I was driving to the airport and I felt so blessed to be there when it snowed, as I missed snow so much. It is beautiful indeed to have the change of seasons, but as you say darling, life can be so much easier and comfortable and if you are able to live different places during different seasons to be more comfortable, I say, "Go for it!!" and don't ever forget you are welcome here at home in Florida my darling.
I Love *You* With All My Heart,
Your Dancing Angel Rachelle
xxxx
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Rachelle LaDelle' Geisheker
"Be True to Love & Love Will Be True To You."
See my myspace page at: www.myspace.com/rachellelovesmoby
winter in New York ♫♪♥
Hey Moby,
I would love to know what winter is like in New York, Out of all places I have been I haven't been to New York, and I'm currently living in Qatar and I would love to feel cold wind slapping against my face instead today we have a sand storm and my job required me to be outdoors today feeling the stings of sand grains and warm wind giving me a sand blast facial. :D! I guess you are entitled to migrate during the winter,but i am sure you will miss it from time to time.
www.nikabrightlightwarrior.wordpress.com
♫♫♫♫♫♫
incidental double post:repost-riposte?: the miracle of flight...
just noticed, finta in tempo. sorry! okay. thanks.
repost-riposte?: the miracle of flight...
Reactions regarding the miracle of flight:
"just flying back to nyc from l.a. big snow storm about to hit new york, masochism/familiarity/stockholm syndrome… migration birds happy when they're not flying into airplane engines." *_* (always worry myriad on flights)
“mundane maelstrom, coddled by february trade winds, 'coddled' like a cozy swaddle, spectre of manhattan in smarch…moby” ^_^
Perhaps NY will become more temperate, so as not to lose you to the winsome wiles of LA. How did the show go?