Sat 22 Jul 2006 9:04 PM
I recently just got back to New York from Boston. During the trip I continued a long standing meditation I have with myself — figuring out what relatives a city would be.
Example
If San Francisco is a nurturing mother
then New York is a strict father
and Los Angeles is a bastard child
Under the circumstances that caused me to visit Boston (an aritifical intellignece conference), I came to the conclusion that Boston is your dweeb cousin.
But the relationships are not set in stone. They fluctuate depending on the organizing analogy. In other words. The following only holds IF we imagine SF as a nurturing mother.
If San Francisco is a drunk uncle
then New York is a distant cold father
Los Angeles is your bitch step-mother
Boston is your pretentious older brother.
How do you see the cities that you know best? Holla at a brother.
July 23rd, 2006 at 8:32 am
Santa Cruz is like the father that gave you up for adoption when you were only a few months old, and that you track down when you’re 26, and at first you’re totally excited because he’s this cool surfer bum with a seemingly zen outlook on everything and he wants to be your dad again and he feels really sorry for abandoning you so he takes you surfing a bunch and you crash on his couch. But then you realize how sad his life is and how he gives up when anything gets hard and he doesn’t really want a son, he just wants another drinking buddy so you have to leave him and you still get cards on your birthday that have dirty punchlines and five dollars on the inside.
July 24th, 2006 at 9:35 am
“Your city’s a sucker, my city’s a creep.”
Actually, it’s the other way around. I need to be faithful to the lyrics, though.
In any case, neither applies to Santiago, Chile, which is more like the guinea pig that burrows into a dark corner while Dad mows down the family with a sub-machine gun. The guinea pig survived, but I think it developed a preference for the rat hole.