After talking to a friend last week about The 25th Hour, it happened to be on tonight — so I watched, having not seen the movie in a few years.  One thing I’ve always liked about Spike Lee movies is how he makes New York City a character… it’s so woven into the film that there’s no other city he could’ve set it in.  Naturally, it made me miss New York again… I had visions of being out early on a great spring morning in Central Park.  And it makes me realize that it really is true what Brian Cox’s character says in the movie — being a New Yorker is something that’s in your bones.  You can leave the city, but it never leaves you.  Even after having lived out in Los Angeles for six years, people still ask me upon meeting me if I’m from New York.  It’s like I emanate the essence of the city or something.  Maybe that’s why, despite my time here and the fact that I’ve built a pretty good life here, I’m still reticent to call L.A. “home.” It just doesn’t feel entirely right.

Despite that, though… I’m still a Patriots fan, and I’ll be screaming at the TV in their favor and against the Giants when the Super Bowl comes in two weeks.