argh!

This morning I was so sure I would find an apartment. The realtor's enthusiastic pitch seduced me. (I never could trust a salesperson.) All the apartments I was excited about were rented. The bottom line is that as soon as a nice place comes on the market, it's gone, this being NYC, the island of sharks. I can be a shark. I just have to be a local one. I don't know how I'm going to find a place to live all the way from Massachusetts.

So instead of watching me mope, J. suggested we go to the movies. We saw Banksy's faux-film about renegade street art: http://www.banksyfilm.com/ at BAM's Rose cinema

Street art makes me hungry for NYC again. Street art is unifying. Everyone who sees it is connected to one another as an unwitting audience. Maybe that's me being sentimental.

(These 2008 photos of the tanks and the bunny are Banksy; Obama's poster is Sheperd Fairey)






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