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Welcome to New York

With the release of her new album “1989” and single “Welcome to New York,” Taylor Swift has crossed over from being a poster girl for Nashville to being a welcome ambassador for New York City.

NYC Tourism Ambassador Taylor Swift Standing On an NYC Roof

NYC Tourism Ambassador Taylor Swift Standing On an NYC Roof

Many in New York are calling this a questionable choice, as T.S. is a newcomer. In Swift’s defense, that’s kind of what ambassadors do. An ambassador is “a diplomatic official of the highest rank sent…on a temporary mission.” Swift is one of the world’s best-selling artists of all time. Plus, one of the great things about New York is that it’s a big salad bowl full of people from all different cultures and places, including the South (or, in Swift’s case, Tennessee by way of Pennsylvania).

I love Taylor Swift. I find her music infectious. Welcome to New York continues in that tradition. But her lyrics game has really dropped off!

Where’s the descriptive prose, as found in tracks like “Tim McGraw,” “You Belong With Me,” or even “22”? The Nashville Songwriters Association (NSA) gave Swift her sixth Songwriter of the Year award in 2013–a record. I can’t imagine Swift will win any songwriting awards, much less inspire people to come to New York City, with these lyrics:

(An aside to those of you who are not Taylor Swift: You think New York is waiting for you? Have you ever paused for a second in the bagel line or on the sidewalk? New York City’s not waiting for anybody!)

NSA vs. NYC

Not only that, but Swift’s “Welcome to New York” is so bland, so void of anything that makes me think of New York–save for the word “village”–that I have to wonder if the New York City Taylor Swift is talking about is the same one I have visited (and fell in love with) on numerous occasions. Oh yeah, it isn’t.

“Welcome to New York” just reminds me of how watered down New York City: The Brand has become. It is the Bubba Gump Shrimp Factory in Times Square of New York songs, while “Empire State of Mind” and (reaching way back) “New York, New York” are the hitting a grand slam in Yankee Stadium (or even Citi Field, if you must) and coming out for a curtain call of New York songs.

With Taylor Swift flush with money, it’s doubtful she’ll ever have to high-tail it out of the Big Apple because she just couldn’t hack it. It’s unlikely that Taylor will pen any Goodbye to All That songs, as she will never need to break up with New York City. And that’s too bad because breakup songs are what Taylor does best.

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Inside Ireland’s Mount Melleray

Monks at Ireland's Mount Melleray

“When you are very young, you think old people must feel inside as old as they appear on the outside. But as you move towards agedness yourself, you realise that this is entirely wrong. People remain young on the inside, no matter how old they appear. The idea of ‘old’ people is therefore a misapprehension of our culture, which sees the split instant of a human lifetime as something elongated, divided into decades and years, persistently defined by a number. But there are no ‘old people’. Everyone is young. The only clue you have about this is your own journey as a subjective intelligence looking out. You wait for a change to descend, some radical shift of thinking which will fit with your balding head or wrinkling face. But it doesn’t come: you get giddier and more childish.”

via Inside Mount Melleray: ‘The world as you know it is passing away’ – Independent.ie.

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Yoga Joes: Army men strike new warrior poses

Yoga Joes are just like those little green army men you’ve seen in kids’ toy boxes. Only these men are doing yoga.

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These fun “toys,” which are geared more for yoga-practicing grown-ups than enlightened kids, were created by Dan Abramson, whose kickstarter project was just funded.

My hope is that Yoga Joes will inspire more children, men and military veterans to try yoga.

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Click the links above to find out more about Yoga Joes and how you can get some for yourself or a friend. Or a friend’s kid. You follow.

H/t Leigh Munsil; Photos Dan Abramson