This framed poster sits on my desk where I can see it every day.
It's an ad for the New School.
You might wonder why I framed an ad for the New School, let alone position it so I can see it every day.
I first saw it on the subway the first year I lived in New York.
(Today is the 20th anniversary of the day I got here, 81 days after 9/11, full of excitement and determination.)
The ad said exactly what I felt.
I called the New School and asked if I could buy a copy (this was long before cell phone cameras.)
They very kindly sent me what now sits on my desk, reminding me of how much I love this city, and how glad I am to be here.
You are here. Here, where Andy had his fifteen.
Where Nikita slammed his shoe. Where Ruth built his house.
Rand her Fountainhead. Here, where Lenny
made laughter dangerous and Lou made walking wild.
Where 'Trane unleashed his Tenor. Pollock his paint.
You are here. Where John imagined.
Here in New York City. The very wellspring of creative and
intellectual discovery. Ready to exorcise the ordinary.
To Cuisinart conformity. To claim your seat at the table
of giants and be greeted by a collective "Boo-Ya!"
It's why you are here. It's why we are here, too.
--The New School
What sits on your desk to remind you of "why you are here."