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I got one too! You're the best insomniasexx. Also visited mycrypto.com and understood a formidable third of what's going on, which was entirely built on the many helpful intro pop-up things. Good stuff, I'd be sure, were it not over my head.
- Hang out with stock brokers, shamans, artists, nurses, old people, kids and you're gonna be a vastly more interesting person that average
Love this. It’s the most painful part of being at a college built on uniformity, learning by way of interacting with my peers never extends past performance on our common and responsibilities. Why I envy your travels so much :)
Came to say people and you beat me to it. I like to dive into the lives of people whose work I admire and learn about how they came to do what they do. I’m most motivated to get my work done when I see other people crushing their game, whatever it is.
I get that innate talents (or genetics) are a factor in most fields of expertise, but I’ve seen enough people earn their way into greatness to believe that nobody is born into it, regardles of the opportunity or privilege they were born into.
The author is reporting on the process of gentrification through the lens of a recently deceased photographer who took after Jacob Riis in documenting changing communities in NYC. He's not offering a plan to stop it or calling for social revolution, really. Just an interesting read to me. The points you bring up are the the same ones that Arlene Gottfried brings to light in modern New York, through photography. None of the people involved or mentioned in this article, with a hard maybe the exception of Riis, have done anything to fix the problems you're highlighting.
Unfortunately i don't have/can't afford an audio interface to record the synth directly to add to your work but I can use a midi keyboard to program a virtual synth pretty easily.
Wow how did you dig this up?? My week of spring break starts in 2 hours, this could be a fun project!
Hah, I'm really glad you shared this. I've never heard this perspective or impression on Armenians before.
Note that Armenians were pushed out of Armenia in waves twice in recent history- once during the genocide in the early 20th century and again during the collapse of the Soviet Union. Many times over, the population of the diaspora is greater than that of Armenia itself. The diaspora also tends to concentrate acutely, in that there are specific and very dense populations of Armenians wherever they are around the world. I imagine those Armenians are probably genocide-era settlers that, socially, crafted a perceived sense of entitlement as a means of survival. I'm sorry that this impression was the result.
Armenians are certainly smelly, but not dirty. They're certainly survivors, but not predator opportunists/land-grabbers. You seem to be exercising attribution bias.
edit: we both, in hindsight, not just you ;)
I think you're right. I'm sure I've been conditioned to be patriotic towards Armenia but I'm more inclined to be with Armenian people than run around waving an Armenian flag. I feel much better understood in many different ways. Then again I haven't been back in 5 summers and I miss being in the country itself too. Weird stuff I haven't figured out yet, but neat.
Had the greatest weekend in years. It was fun, but it was important for me too.
An organization working on various activism for/in Armenia invited me to a conference at Columbia University. I went alone to hear the presentations because there were some big names in Armenian academia speaking, and the person who invited me is a role model of mine. I intentionally stay unaffiliated with Armenian-American organizations because they're always politically affiliated somehow and I can't get involved in the mess of Armenian politics yet.
I opened the door to the conference, a lecture hall in the Columbia's math building, and my heart stopped when I saw 50-odd Armenian faces looking back at me. I realized that I haven't seen my people in years, apart from my mother, some family friends and my family back home on Skype. These were college-age Armenian kids, mostly grad/PhD age, all here from all over the country just to spend the day being American-Armenians in a room together. It's very difficult to describe why being a part of this conference was so significant to me, but I felt like I was in love with 50 people at once. Some of them were activists and good-thing-doers for Armenia, others were simply Armenians in America doing their thing, but they were all high-speed individuals doing big things, and it gave me hope for my people's survival and success in the future.
I went to the proceeding dinner/social event and introduced myself to everyone. A group of kids invited me back to their hotel, to "get over the politics and start this pre-game so we can fucking party." And party we did. We destroyed midtown Manhattan.
Then I met an Armenian girl who stole me out of the bar before I could even say goodbye to everyone, and took me dancing at a nightclub in Chelsea. Getting me to dance in a group is difficult enough, I was nervous about dancing with her alone, but I fucking danced yo. She took me back to her apartment near Columbia, where it turned out she was in a grad program on economic development. For the first time in months, I woke up calm and happy instead of wired and in a hurry. She said good morning in Armenian and made Armenian tea. I was in heaven. I left before breakfast to get back to school, but she told me to let her know when I was back in the city, which will be this weekend for spring break. There are two small red flags with her but it's difficult to acknowledge them in my current infatuation, I'll call them later-me problems.
Last weekend was the closest I've been to high without drugs, even better than some at that. I realized the gigantic hole in my heart for being around fellow Armenians. I got inspired by the fact that there are Armenians that are going to be leaders in their field, Armenians that will yield power for other Armenians, and that things won't be as bad as they appear back home right now. And as touchy as it is, this girl made me realize how low I was stooping with girls at my school just to get their attention, I don't respect them for their work or their general (lack of) ambition and dialogue. I'm linking up via e-mail with the kids and some of the professionals I met, and figuring out my own shit with this girl, and overall enjoying the view from cloud nine.