Chloe didn't know whether to scream and shout, laugh, or cry. Nevertheless, the feelings erupted from her like submarine volcano, the molten lava spewing up from the deepest of recesses, unbeknownst to all but herself, below a cool, calm blue surface. Building quietly upon itself whenever the moment arose, centuries later, she might finally break the surface.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Submarine_volcano
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ring_of_fire
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
here come the gents
Drew always forgot to bring beer for himself when he came over to her apartment after work. Chloe didn't drink beer, the consequence of her unrelenting thirst for wine. She never had any beer on hand.
So, as usual, he had to go out all over again, and, as usual, in her slippers and robe, she reminded him of the only place nearby that sells beer - the Vietnamese shop on Mott. He could find it in the drink case next to the soybean paste.
When Drew returned, he exclaimed his shock about the "sheer quantity of silk-clad blondes in towering stilettos, led by dudes in finance/banking costume." This confirmed Chloe's worst fears. They had finally broken the Canal street barrier, venturing forth into her once quiet-after-dark neighborhood. What did it all mean?
As she pondered her near future - her rent succumbing to the forces of gentrification, an Irish bar installed next door, tequila howls outside her bedroom window at 4 in the morning - she thought about the repercussions that extended beyond her own interests. Where would this trajectory be in 10 years?
Chloe imagined it coming full circle. All the Upper East Siders will have migrated to the "new cool neighborhoods," Brooklyn and lower Manhattan, deserting their abodes in Midtown and Uptown and leaving all but the old rich in their fanciful townhomes. With skyrocketing vacancies, rents in those neighborhoods go down, thus beginning a mas exodus of artists, designers, musicians, and writers from Williamsburg, Greenpoint, Chinatown, and Lower East Side, all to congregate in the now-affordable Upper East Side. Faux-hip midtown bars give way to dive bars with $1 PBRs, and bands perform where power lunches once ruled, among wood paneling and dusty chandeliers.
So, as usual, he had to go out all over again, and, as usual, in her slippers and robe, she reminded him of the only place nearby that sells beer - the Vietnamese shop on Mott. He could find it in the drink case next to the soybean paste.
When Drew returned, he exclaimed his shock about the "sheer quantity of silk-clad blondes in towering stilettos, led by dudes in finance/banking costume." This confirmed Chloe's worst fears. They had finally broken the Canal street barrier, venturing forth into her once quiet-after-dark neighborhood. What did it all mean?
As she pondered her near future - her rent succumbing to the forces of gentrification, an Irish bar installed next door, tequila howls outside her bedroom window at 4 in the morning - she thought about the repercussions that extended beyond her own interests. Where would this trajectory be in 10 years?
Chloe imagined it coming full circle. All the Upper East Siders will have migrated to the "new cool neighborhoods," Brooklyn and lower Manhattan, deserting their abodes in Midtown and Uptown and leaving all but the old rich in their fanciful townhomes. With skyrocketing vacancies, rents in those neighborhoods go down, thus beginning a mas exodus of artists, designers, musicians, and writers from Williamsburg, Greenpoint, Chinatown, and Lower East Side, all to congregate in the now-affordable Upper East Side. Faux-hip midtown bars give way to dive bars with $1 PBRs, and bands perform where power lunches once ruled, among wood paneling and dusty chandeliers.
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