{"id":180,"date":"2008-12-25T23:11:01","date_gmt":"2008-12-26T03:11:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2008\/12\/25\/reflections.html"},"modified":"2008-12-25T23:11:01","modified_gmt":"2008-12-26T03:11:01","slug":"reflections","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2008\/12\/25\/reflections.html","title":{"rendered":"Reflections"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\t\t\t\tIt&#8217;s   Christmas in New  York. It&#8217;s  Christmas   everywhere. All my  imagined    plans  for being among people this  day  evaporated. I slept until 1pm and, finding that I would likely get no returned phone calls or e-mails,  chose the path of no human contact. I wandered all over my favorite parts of my local neighborhood, then spent 3 hours milling around midtown Manhattan. There are people there but I find midtown to be a place where one can mind his own business without conspicuity. I did field a  random question from someone who saw me crossing the street and asked &#8220;WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?&#8221; I smiled and said &#8220;Nothing,&#8221; but wished I had a real answer to that question. He could only have been a con-artist of some sort but I passed him by imagining a celebrated conversation rising from those arbitrary beginnings.<\/p>\n<p> I  wandered midtown in search of an open pub but found mostly hotel lobbies and tourist branded places, the few open places crowded beyond comfort. Jimmy&#8217;s Corner (my favorite midtown haunt) was as crowded as could be, and the Blue Bar at the Algonquin was the same. I found myself looking at the reflection of my forehead in the windows of any number of places, some open for business but most closed. I need a haircut, but seeing my face in reflections of windows and mirrors makes me ask the obvious: What am I looking for? What do I look like? What sense of anticipation leads me to approach so many places but never open their doors?  Is there a metaphor for my life in this oft-repeated ritual ?<\/p>\n<p> I, like most Americans, have my own agenda for the incoming financial apocalypse. I have my own interests. Some people hope rents will fall to realistic levels. Others hope the arts will thrive. Others wait for turnstile-hopping and graffiti to become marginal crimes unworthy of NYPD pursuits.<\/p>\n<p> I want the now-crowded corners of New York to become less generic and accessible to people making less than $300,000 a year. I want the bizarre  concentration of wealth into the hands of a miniscule and not necessarily worthy portion of the population to end, and I think that will happen without any distribution of monies to anyone else because that concentration was illusory money that has vaporised.<\/p>\n<p> Like I know what I&#8217;m talking about. Hah. I have been interested in the Madoff scheme and its reach. I find that this relatively puny $50billion scam is a model for Wall Street economics of the last 20 years, where profits are rarely real but the entitlements and bonuses are.  Greed will find a way, though. I guarantee it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s Christmas in New York. It&#8217;s Christmas everywhere. All my imagined plans for being among people this day evaporated. I slept until 1pm and, finding that I would likely get no returned phone calls or e-mails, chose the path of no human contact. 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