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“We’ve all heard that a million monkeys banging on a million typewriters will eventually reproduce the entire works of Shakespeare. Now, thanks to the Internet, we know this is not true.”

My favourite quote of this week goes to my roommate the cuban for the following email, the subject line of which was “Ok…”:

“All morning my vision is blurry, and it’s brothering me. I can’t read my cpu, etc. Go to CVS, buy drops, etc. Looking online about the impact of alcohol consumption on vision long term, etc.

Then it occurs to me that maybe I have put the wrong lens in the wrong eye…”

We are now having an argument about whether he can call looking at his screen reading his cpu.  He posits that “cpu” means computer to 95% of human beings and that therefore I am being overly anal. It is my conjecture that 95% of the world being inaccurate is nothing to do with me.

New York – it really grows on you. Like a fungus. Seriously though, I am really starting to like it here. New York will never be London, but its character is starting to appeal to me the same way London’s does, though for entirely different reasons.  I also have to admit that now that I actually have one, life is pretty amazing here. Downtown Brooklyn still feels like you are living in one of the greatest cities in the world, but it also has the space and the community that just doesn’t exist on the island.

Within one block of my house there is a gym, a wine shop, a supermarket, a subway station, a pub, a tattoo parlour, and a rather odd local theatre type building that occasionally has markets and juggling classes and whatnot. Not to mention that living with E is like having your own soap opera, or (as one of his friends put it) sharing a flat with a cartoon character.

I’m glad I didn’t leave when I first wanted to. I needed to give this place a chance, and now that I can do whatever I want without worrying about how much it would cost me to get  out of my contract or when I could move or whether the economy is a total disaster anywhere I want to move to, I find myself considering a longer sojourn here than I originally planned.  It’s not as easy and perfect as London was. But its not as hard as I thought it was.

Women – not as evil as I hitherto suspected

I find it amusing that because I have strong opinions, and generally believe them to be correct, that some people assume I never change my mind, that I am too stubborn to re-evaluate my decisions. This is not the case. It is because I wish to be right that I must constantly re-evaluate, check my premises, and think things through again. If they are still correct, great. But if not, obviously I need to acknowledge they are wrong, and change them. So a new category of entry appears. “Change of opinion”.

Since I left secondary school, I have always preferred male friends to female. My time there left me with the impression that women were nasty, petty and stuck-up. With a few notable exceptions whom I think a lot of, I left school despising my “friends”, for their attitude, for their snobbery, for their meanness. On the rare occasions when I felt safe really talking to someone during that time, or needed to share something that was happening with me, but didn’t want it shared with half the world, I constantly risked opening myself up to people who placed no value on trust, or friendship, or perhaps they did, but they placed no value on mine. With almost no exceptions from anyone except the notable individuals I mentioned above, this invariably resulted in me being embarrassed, upset, angry, or feeling stupid. Generally all four.

I left school determined not to be shat upon by any more nasty bitches. During my first two years of college I had maybe three female friends, only one of whom I saw with any regularity. Gradually the number grew to 5 or 6, but I have never since been in a circle whom I would consider to be “girlfriends”. I did not trust groups of women, I did not like them, and I rarely felt a need for their company. Until moving to London, because the two people I know best here are both female. I very much like both of them individually, but when all 3 of us began to hang out together I experienced some misgivings.

Last night I realised that I don’t dislike the company of women. In fact I have an astonishing amount of fun just being with female friends, we laugh more, we do more (as opposed to sitting around asking “What should we do?” “I dunno”… etc.) we are more enthusiastic about things… I could go on and on. This is not to say I no longer want to make male friends, but I will no longer assume that an all-male group beats an all-female one.

Women are not all nasty, petty, evil bitches. Just the ones I knew in school. Roll on Class of 2000 reunion. I wonder if they all still live in Limerick with their parents…