it's great to be back, although the context is quite different.
thoughtstream, in no particular order:
-- i'm disappointed that it took me seven years to return
-- i'm saddened that my french has not progressed, but rather eroded
-- i'm pleased to share it with R
-- i'm delighted that we were able to get the whole thing together in time, be it money or logistics
-- i'm thankful that my work allows me to do this
-- i'm frustrated, a bit, that i'm experiencing it less as a native and more as a tourist. between job and R, i'm in an english bubble
-- i'm overjoyed that i'm spending summer in europe and not along the sweltering northeast corridor
-- i'm learning that these kinds of trips are important for one's quality of life
-- i'm realizing how quickly i fall into the work-eat-sleep rut, and how it gradually drives down my satisfaction levels
-- i'm remembering that i'm happier with less stuff, with a simpler existence
-- i'm discovering how much the internet has ruined parts of my life
-- i'm cognizant of how it's not the internet's fault, it's mine
-- i'm trying, with varying degrees of success or failure, to stop worrying about unimportant things
-- i'm aware that my dissatisfaction with work goings-on today has turned this list slightly negative
-- i'm distressed at how much i complain and criticize, particularly relative to my glass-half-full mindset
-- i'm comforted by paris when my mind begins to race
-- i'm trying to figure out where to go from here
Just re-read my 2011-in-review post. Need to dig my heels in; I haven't really addressed a lot of the self-improvement points on that 2012 life wish list. In fact, some have only gotten worse.
Double down, dude.
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(i don't mean for that to be depressing; there's no use for that now. it just is what it is.)
the day i said goodbye was terribly sad and tore my heart into a thousand pieces and was probably the actual worst moment in my life, so far and as much as i can estimate. but the date itself was insignificant. the real opportunity to say goodbye had already passed.
It is disorienting, if only momentarily, to discover that someone you knew and once shared something with has gone on to become famous at doing that very thing.
A different road traveled, yes. But a flash of irrational doubt, and wonder of what could have been, is inescapable.
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The late Richard Blood, who died on Friday at age 83, left an indelible mark on many, many young student journalists in New York. (He was a longtime professor at Columbia's J-school and adviser for NYU's student newspaper.)
I was one of them.
At NYU, he wrote what was called "The Bloodline," which was a critique of one issue from the week. It was short, sweet, accurate and unsparing. (Occasionally, it was hilarious, at least to us undergraduates.)
In my short time at the paper, he had a few things to say about me. The highlights, and lowlights, below:
"Andrew Nusca's story on the Supreme Court's Solomon ruling was a first class reporting and writing job. He covered all the essential details." (3/7/06)
"Andrew Nusca did a fine job on the automobile fatality story. Reaching the young man's father and getting those quotes was extraordinary." (4/4/06)
"Andrew Nusca and Kaveri Marathe produced a near professional follow-up on the Harlem street death of NYU junior Broderick Hehman who last week was chased into the street by a gang of youths in an apparent robbery attempt and struck fatally by a passing vehicle. I was particularly impressed when I remembered that student reporters do no get that much cooperation from police agencies. They have to dig even harder for information." (4/11/06)
"Why does Andrew Nusca look like Sir Galahad? I had forgotten why Galahad was important in ancient literature so I looked him up in my handy Webster's College Dictionary. Galahad is described as "a knight who is successful in the quest for the Holy Grail" because of his purity and nobility of spirit. He is the son of Lancelot and Elaine. An added fillip: "Any man regarded as pure and noble." Then I read Andrew's column. It had absolutely nothing to do with Sir Galahad's goals in life. Get a haircut, Nusca, you fraud." (4/2/07)
These were trapped in my e-mail archives for six years. I'm posting them here to remember again. Rest in peace, Blood.