I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Urban poetry

These chairs are lined up behind a restaurant in Battery Park. They're kind of battered so they may be on their way to the trash, but they look oddly expectant, as though there's going to be an exclusive after-hours party once the restaurant closes.

I'm at training this week – if the phrases “recursive common table expressions" or “scalar functions" make you clap your hands with delight, this is the course for you – so I need a long walk at lunch to clear my brain.

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