blackgirl on mars: notes on a life in copenhagen (or how my alienation brings me closer to people).

Yesterday I figured it was best for me to take a walk in Copenhagen...be amidst the people and the buildings--get into the tempo of things. Since being back, I've kinda kept a low profile, holding selfishly on to wonderful vibrations gifted to me by my friends and family in NYC and PA. I've been on this road before, and if one is not careful, one could easily fall into a dripping pool of depression, a pathetic malaise of constantly comparing here with there, a denying of oneself to be here, in the present and thus become blinded to the beauty that is also here. So I put on my sneakers and started my walk. It's about a 10-15 minute walk from where I live to the center, but I decided to walk first to my old hood, Nørrebro, and enter the city from there. Nørrebro is where all the beautiful young people live, side by side with all the beautiful immigrants. You could find ripe mangoes, cheap phone cards and Persian restaurants. The sea of faces together form possibility, a sugge...

i remember during my partying days in nyc when i would meet someone with a child partying amongs us and how horrified i would be. i remember seeing what i thought to be "older" women at parties and thinking, wow, i sure hope i don't end up like that! thinking it the worst fate ever, as if a partying soul is something you could just hang up to rest like a pair of worn shoes. i'm not saying that i party as i used to, but there are people and little moments that when combined, make for the best partying experience no matter what the age. my girl viana is such a person. i mean, when we get together there's a magic that happens where it's actually not even about the party or necessarily the music but the laughter that comes bubbling out that seems to have been bottled up within for way too long. last week she emails me a rsvp to puffy's party. it's your birthday present she tells me. hmmm, i think to myself--i'm not convinced. first of all, it's puf...