CONNECTICUT & NEW YORK - 19 - 25 October, 1998: On the train. Making my first real foray into New York, the city I would call "home," after being on the East Coast of the United States for nearly a month. Connecticut at this time of year is like a postcard. Yellow, orange, red, umber, gold are painted among the green of the trees racing past the oblong windows of the train. I had almost forgotten the number of rivers and lakes here and what a maritime state Connecticut was and remains. I have taken the train from Old Saybrook, one of the many semi-rural villages adjoining Route 9. The journey to The City("Can you feel this, San Franciso? New York is The City.") shall take two and a half hours. We must stop in New Haven, Bridgeport, Stamford, New Rochelle.
Leaves fly through the air these days, and there are showers of leaves which suddenly engulf one. Brown pine needles rain down forming light blankets over the grass and leaves. Even as the train races along sprinklings of dry, brown leaves burst past the window. Yes, I am travelling by train through the postcard landscape of New England in autumn again. Winter is coming, winter is coming...
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Things are happening rapidly now, but I don't feel it. They are still transpiring in "meat space" time, rather than web time, and thus seem molasses slow to me. I yearn for long nights in cafes, entertaining old friends in my own space, discovering the charms of new women in this city that never sleeps. New York! The center of the Universe.
ABOUT THIS EDITION: I have devoted a lot of time to thinking about this week's edition. We have a bifurcated event: on the one hand, more of the same, on the other a Special Issue for Halloween and All Saints' Day. It is normally our practice to celebrate the latter, but this year the former is celebrated because it is a special ocassion. My good friends, Sal and Mardi d'Alessandro, parents of my godson, met at a party I threw on Halloween, 1973. So there will be another grand party, but this time I shall be the guest... Nothing as wild as I am used to hosting, of course, but that might be considered a blessing by some. Because of your vote this Special Issue will feature DAY ONE pieces from writers around the planet. We hope you will enjoy it.
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ROD AMIS is a Contributing Editor at Suite101.com, where he writes the " 'Net Publishing" feature.
Rod is also a columnist for the Andover News Network, where he writes on web design and development issues every Thursday; and a contributing writer for Faulkner Information Services.
And when not busy with publishing chores at this site, and answering sixty -to- one hundred e-mails a day, he likes to throw darts; seek female companionship; and listen to Tupac, Beethoven, Philip Glass, Joni Mitchell, James Carter, Eric Clapton, Snoop Dogg, Etta James, Miles Davis, Handel, Portishead, Toots & the Maytals, Bob Marley, Sinead O'Connor, techno, house, jazz.... You get the idea.
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