Sunday, March 06, 2005

Japanese space-age "sneakers"

I went running this weekend. Twice. About 12 miles total. If this insanity keeps up, I may have to get some running shoes. The sneakers I bought because they make me look like a Japanese pop star may not, in fact, be sneakers. The pair I bought because they're shiny, well, they're sneakers, all right, but if they're meant for a sport, which is dubious, it certainly isn't running.

In other news, Julie Saltman responds to my post on being an out-of-place New Yorker in what may or may not qualify as exurbia. She writes, "I'm obviously a blue stater at heart but I always feel like I stand out as a total hick in New York City, and I even wear black on a regular basis." As I wrote in her comments, I, too, feel like a hick in NYC. At home, yes, but still hick-ish. The people you think of when you think of New Yorkers are the people who grew up elsewhere but always secretly felt like they should live in NYC, the ones for whom NYC is an end goal, not a hometown. From too-beautiful-to-be-true gay men to well-put-together women from Parsons, the people who make the city cutting-edge are not the ones who just happen to have been born in it. I mean, I try, but when it comes down to it, you'll find me at the sale rack of Banana Republic before you'll find me at SoHo House, Japanese sneakers notwithstanding.

4 comments:

kei said...

the new layout is very nice! i hope the sneakers are okay. dachsunds are amazing. good luck on the last hw and lab...>_<

-kei

Anonymous said...

if running is a rarity in your daily routine (as implied by your post) and you don't even own a pair of running shoes, then how is it that you are in good enough shape to run 12 miles in two days? color me impressed.

Anonymous said...

It's not just the too-beautiful- to-be-true gay men to well-put- together women from Parsons who come to New York City from elsewhere. It's also the millions of immigrants from Peru, Santo Domingo, Japan, Vietnam, Germany and just about everywhere else.

P.S. Get some real running shoes. Two miles in bad shoes won't destroy you. You are still young, but bad shoes can fail catastrophically.

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