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..Speaking of local wonders, wandertoe and I have apparently discovered a truly wonderful and very local (at least for me :) )yoga studio, which totally won us over with its cozy decor and great tea after class. (That is counting the fact that there were only three of us in the whole class.) I only hope that they will stay that way. We've walked out with that amazing feeling of happiness, when everything around seems good no matter how bad it truly is. Actually, on the way back we've seen a group of people that looked as happy as we were. The only difference was that the dense cloud of weed smoke was spreading for a block in each direction from them.

I couldn't find myself nice username for this journal, as almost all were already taken. And with this username I now feel kind of obliged to write about local wonders around, since there are many anyway. :) The whole Williamsburg is a wonder, if you think about it. A very specific kind though. It's not like my still truly beloved Boston (and surroundings), with its brick roads, small old very European-looking streets, gothic churches, and lots and lots of trees. Williamsburg is more like an urban dump which people left behind, but in which there is still a chance to find some gems. Old abandoned brick buildings with broken windows and huge rusty pipes. Fences hiding some kind of ruins, which became overgrown with grass and flowers. Small barely noticeable antique stores selling other people's lives, stuck in time of around 50 or so years ago. (The one we saw yesterday looked like it was selling horns and hoofs, for example) Beauty of urban decay in its finest. For the past couple of months I dream about finally going around with a camera and trying to picture at least some of that. Somehow, it still didn't happen, so if anyone wants to join, you are more than welcome, since it could actually accelerate things.


Apr. 2nd, 2008 11:35 am (UTC)
Wow. My cat is also neurotic but with opposite consequences. She's scared of practically everything (I guess that's why she doesn't attack. :) ). And now it's much better, but when she was small she used to run away and hide from any weird sound, not counting coming guests, etc. Oh, and her nemesis is a vacuum cleaner. Every time after I use it, I have to search for her for a half an hour afterwards. And she is very vocal. I've actually never seen cats who would be as vocal, as she is. Sometimes that gets very annoying. But I too love her nonetheless. :)



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