Jun 6, 2012
With the summer months almost upon us, New York City is sure to be swarming with tourists gazing at skyscrapers and getting caught up, if temporarily, in the frenetic pace of living that New Yorkers take for granted.
New Yorkers have been described in various ways. Nothing fazes them; nothing surprises them. They roll with the punches. They’re resilient, tough, non-judgmental and tolerant, and yes, sometimes pushy and rude. Their humor is tinged with sass and sarcasm–offbeat and edgy. They’re slick, sophisticated, practical, alert, creative, quick to size up, and quick to speak. It’s that New York state of mind.
New Yorkers know a good deal about the different faith traditions that enrich the city’s communal character. Though St. Patrick’s Day brings out the Irish by the thousands, everyone is Irish on March 17th. So it is with other nationalities and traditions. It’s that New York state of mind.
It’s the city that never sleeps perhaps because it’s the most caffeinated city in the world. Here, Starbucks is queen of caffeine. It’s that New York state of mind.
New Yorkers laugh at themselves pointing out the foibles of city life whether in Central Park or anywhere else in town. Many write to “Dear Diary,” a regular Monday feature in the New York Times to share their experiences. This week’s essay contains some short entries in “Dear Diary.” Written by New Yorkers about themselves—and all with good humor and practical wisdom, they give the reader a glimpse into life in the Big Apple.
States of Emotion
On the bus: Lady enters with very small dog held in bag and stands in front of undersigned and kids.
Kids: What’s the dog’s name?
Kids: “As in Zachary?”
Lady: “No, as in Prozac. He’s my Prozac.’ (Roger Bernstein, February 5, 2007)