Funny ... years ago an ex-boyfriend of mine and I used to walk about the dilapidated East Village and speculate that if only the city would fix up all the burned out buildings and build on the vacant lots, then NYC would never have a housing crisis again. It was 1992 and we lived on 7th between B & C when it was still crack dealer row and there were more abandoned tenaments than you could count. Now that every square inch of the nabe IS being developed, the housing problem still persists .... only now it's about affordability rather than lack of space.
But despite it all, I still love this town. I love the energy and the drive. Two weeks ago I saw Robert Wilson's latest production at Lincoln Center, something that was only going to run for a limited engagement right here in the Big Apple and nowhere else. It was one of the most devastatingly gorgeous specatacles I've ever seen in my life, and only something this metropolis could deliver to my lap. Tacky condos or no, I'm still addicted. For better or for worse.