citizenship rights
How horrifying is this? Sen. Tim Johnson is hospitalized, maybe (but not) for a stroke. Or could it be Polonium 210? Those damned Republicans — who would benefit from a Senate retilted — are in totally in league with the KGB; after all, their fearless leader did say he looked into Putin’s eyes, saw the man’s soul, and pronounced the president of the most corrupt, bullying, autocratic administration in the Western hemisphere “Good.”
Even if Sen. Johnson is incapacitated, I hope he retains hold of his seat. It’s hardly even required of him to have a beating heart; he just has to vote occasionally. Strom Thurman was functioning on a lung and half a liver for three years and he kept his seat. I think they rigged up a thing so he could vote from his hospital room. You have to imagine he sometimes registered a “Yea” for an appropriations bill while trying to get his bed to go down.
In cheerier news, I’ve been wondering how long a person has to live in NYC before s/he can claim NYer as an identity. Having started as an east coaster born of a city AND as a card-carrying member of the worldwide conspiracy, I feel like I must have a leg up. So, another two years? Another four? Is there a court I have to appear in front of? Cuz I even know what I would say:
Ladies and gentlemen of the panel, thank you for taking the time to hear my appeal for citizenship. Allow me to state my credentials.
– I happily overpay to share a studio in Brooklyn.
– I’m on chatting terms with my Egyptian grocer and my Korean tailor.
– I can list several places that Carrie and the girls visit on Sex and the City, and I’ve been to lots of them, not just Magnolia Bakery
– Also, I know that Carrie’s apartment was supposedly on the Upper West Side but the building facade is actually from the West Village, not far from where SJP herself lives. I can also tell you where Heath Ledger lodges and can list the various brooding, bookish, boyish authors that live in Park Slope
– Since I’ve been in the city, I’ve had close encounters with James Gandolfini, Michael Imperioli, Gabriel Byrne, Paul Giamatti, Mary-Louise Parker, who showed me her ass, Ice T, Coco & Little Ice, Sarah Chalke, Lili Taylor, Rip Torn, Cynthia Nixon, and Jeffrey Tambor, who I called “Jeremy” and who called me “Rachel.” Then he kissed my hand. True love; AND a true story
– I have close friends in four of five boroughs, and a creative writing buddy from Staten Island. I asked him if he was Republican and he said, “Very.”
– I have ridden back and forth all night on the ferry. Well, I’ve ridden it. And I’ve crossed the Brooklyn Bridge on foot in both winter and summer
– I survived the transit strike
– I have reservations at Babbo for January
– I’ve never gone to see the ball drop at New Year’s Eve or the Rockefeller Center Xmas Tree
– I have an opinion on the Atlantic Yards project, the potential 2nd Avenue Line, the Disneyfication of Times Sq., the Yuppification of the Lower East Side, & whether singing should be allowed at Strawberry Fields
– I’ve been to all sides of Central Park, to the Zoo, and to the Bronx Zoo too
– I listen to New York Public Radio WNYC about two hours a day. I give them money; they give me the New Yorker and I read that on the subway
– I say “subway,” not “metro,” even though I grew up in DC
– I’ve eaten the pizza at Grimaldi’s, Lombardi’s, Patsy’s, Totonno’s, Joe’s, Ben’s, and John’s. (Also the fabulous Pizza Napoletana)
– I’ve ridden the Cyclone
– I’ve taken yoga
– I’ve gone in for one of those $10-for-10 minutes quickie acupressure sessions that leave you feeling more sore
– I carry an overly heavy bag
– I read the New York Times and I can do the crossword puzzles through Thursday. Friday’s too tricky. But I can make inroads
– I was an underpaid, underappreciated peon in Entertainment; now I get the same money to be, more respectably, in Publishing
– Did I mention how happy I am? In general?
What other bona fides do I need? Is a like signing a lease, where I’d have to get a guarantor who’s been in the city long enough to qualify?
babie rights soch god entreees.
lofl.
A ny pal mentioned this very same question to me just the other day. Somebody else told him that the standard length of time is ten years, but I don’t buy it. I’d bet most of the ny population is too transient to ever even hit that mark. Maybe not. But in either case, I like your list of credentials lots. Very entertaining and appealing. In fact, I’m linking this to him to help him along with his own tenuous ny identity.
I freaked a bit about the Tim Johnson thing too this morning. It’s always something.
Noo yook is a state of mind!
um, russia isn’t in the western hemisphere