turkey

in new york i dreamed about long dark bars - dangerous and filled with smoke, mysterious and magical - belly dancers, arms deals, cards, maybe even a monkey. nobody asks you where you're from - its enough that your there and the reason is nobody's business. in new york its not about what you do. its about goldman or morgan. washing down that rough day with a single malt and wishing you never had that conversation about politics with your overly sensative co-worker. if you live in brooklyn and your drinking in the city - thats interesting, and vice versa. i always dreamed of finding that one place that nobody knows about. where they didnt have to pay a new york rent and the bloomberg laws didnt apply. you walk down the stairs and lots of people are doing the wrong things. and they are talking about things that you dont already know about and might care to overhear. it wasnt really possible, of course, nobody could afford it - the rents are too high and the stakes are too large in new york for anything really out of the ordinary.
tommorow im going to turkey - snake charmers and spices and old churches turned into mosques and smoke filled bars - hopefully no arms deals, but maybe some belly dancers and though coldplay wont be playing behind the whirling dervishes (a good friend pointed out that 'fix you' sounds great playing in the background of the meditative dance), i'm sure the music will be enchanting. new york is my home - my heart filled with 20th century architecture, modern art, traffic and 2nd avenue cafes. but i'm really looking forward to a little seediness and some ancient color.