For my friends and family who are freezing back in the UK , you may find some small consolation in not being the only ones. The Boston Globe has beautiful photos of snowfall across the Northern Hemisphere.
If you want to get away from Earth, the same paper has its third annual Hubble Space Telescope imagery Advent Calendar for 2010 with a new picture appearing every day.
This is the first time in the five years I have been in New York that it has snowed in England before Manhattan – so I have been trying to sound sympathetic and not too smug about how everything here manages to keep on working. In the New York Times, Mary H K Choi writes about how growing up in Hong Kong prepared her for New York:
“But in the consolation facsimile I had first sought for superficial reasons — the dense, disparate population, spellbinding skyline, internationally recognized address — I hadn’t considered the implication of the city’s pace or the composition of its inhabitants. I fit in. It’s not just that the ingrained muscle memory for social navigation and a hearty tolerance for alcohol acquired in Hong Kong turned out to be felicitous traits in New York. It’s that here sometimes I get to sound like myself.”
I disagree with the drinking part – when I moved to New York one of the first things I was told was that if I drank in the same way as in England then people would think I was an alcoholic – but agree with the sounding like yourself part.
One thing New Yorkers, and most Americans, don’t seem to get is the concept of holidays and not working, even though taking time off improves your productivity.
I shall be studiously avoiding work this weekend and finding inspiration from this true life story about Ashish Goyal, a trader at JPMorgan Chase who takes tango lessons and plays cricket – all while being blind.