Monday, March 24, 2008

packing packing packing.
it's kinda crazy around here right now.
very messy. uncovering dust bunnies that could eat your soul.
funny how a room seems so much cleaner until you move the furniture -- it's not like there's any more or less dust in there afterwards, you're just suddenly a lot more aware of it.

solomon moves to coquitlam tomorrow. i'm sad. very.
on the plus side, dinner with ridiculous innuendo and arguments about faith and science and horrendous acts of frightening makes things fun in the meantime.
as does brunch tomorrow morning, huzzah!

new york city trip photos are slowly being uploaded on flickr. they'll likely be up by the end of the week, one sub-folder at a time. wait until saint patrick's day pictures. those ones have the gem in 'em.

bedtime. should probably go shut the van door as well.

Monday, March 17, 2008

it has been pointed out that if i didn't post today, i'd pass the two-month point of no new blog posts.

thankfully tavie gave me a warning at (b/l)runch. so here we go:

i am going to melbourne! i'll be arriving there in just over two weeks. the amount of packing and organising i have yet to do is frightening. i need to make a list of everything i need to print off at work (stealing their printers) so that i can do it this week, before i quit. i need to update so many addresses, make sure paperwork's in order with my parents, everything.

SO MUCH TO DO.

in the meantime i'm prancing about in new york city. with rebecca, until today. which made it that much more enjoyable (because things are always more fun when you can mock it with someone else you know). and what made it even better is that damon's friend lent me a bike, which is awesome and amazing and red and rusted and just the right tiny size and a super companion and has let me figure out the layout and makeup of this town better than anything else could, and i love my little red bike!

(too bad i have to return it tomorrow.)

this is what i've learned about the city, then:

- it is old. it is falling apart. the streets are in miserable disrepair. maybe it's just the harsh winters. but i've never come across so many potholes and cracks and bumps, ever.

- traffic rules and signs are merely a suggestion. no one follows rules, but no one expects anyone else to follow them, so everyone's that much more aware of what's happening around them, so even though i wind up having taxis nose in right up to me because they want to turn, or nearly wind up side-swiped by them while they pass someone, i know that they see me, and i know that although they'd damn close, at least they know i'm there and they're conscious of that. unlike vancouver drivers. who are completely oblivious, and are paying no attention, and are much more likely to hit me because it never crossed their mind that the biker they passed a half-block back would have caught up to them by the time they hit the intersection.

- although people don't signal much more here than they do in vancouver. maybe it's a north american thing.

- i can almost pull off swanky dining. almost. but i still dip my finger in things and eat sugar that's out there for the coffee. i have refrained from making the glasses sing so far. my sister's better at acting classy than i am though.

- my polo skills, what little i had, have not entirely disappeared. and i like the rules here better. and i like the fact that there's so many newbies present. very much like it.

- it's no lie. american food portions are ridiculously large.

- my hotel is a castle full of Important People, judging them by their shoes and suits, and by how loudly they talk on their cell phones in the lobby.

- i didn't know that i could eat such expensive food, only to figure that it'd be better if it had just come out of my own fridge and oven.

- times square really isn't all that exciting. at all. i don't get it.

- contrary to what tv and film and urban tales will imply, i haven't felt unsafe anywhere yet, except for one brief moment when i realised i'd suddenly biked from an swanky area of town into what's possibly the poorest area. which for a moment was worrisome. until i realised that it's kinda like hastings and main, but with fewer drugs -- just the poverty. and realised that just like hastings and main, it's perfectly find so long as you're minding your own business. which isn't hard to do on a bike.

- i will never be able to curse as eloquently as new yorkers. this may be a good thing, or something to lament.

- people actually do have that bronx accent in real life, it's not just a thing they do in the movies for kicks. and those people wind up at the same swanky restaurants lisa does.

- nonsense nyc is one of my best discoveries (thank you tracie) out of my whole trip. not to know what i'm missing out on when i'm not here, but to realise everything that could be possible wherever i am. and if i can't seek it out, then i should start it. especially the spelling bee nights -- hot damn!

- hotel beds suck balls. so does air conditioning.

- evergreens are really, really nice. especially when you don't have them around.

- sunday morning is always a good time for: making a movie with your high school buds; learning how to fence; practicing a mock-battle in renaissance clothing (separate from the previous one); tai chi; jogging like a maniac; dressing like a cop and telling people not to take pictures for no reason whatsoever; sitting in hotel lobbies in your pj's and bare feet checking to see if your day's plans have changed.

- ferry rides are far more exciting when the ferry is orange. no seriously.

- things here aren't as big as i expected. which is not to say they're not big. but because i expected everything to be huge and claustraphobia-inducing, i'm actually surprised how not-huge they all are.

- it must be a new yorker thing to be appalled at the thought of someone sitting down on the floor to take a photograph. how shocking.

- brooklyn is definitely a favourite so far. and not just because that's where i learned more than i ever knew about the history of the supermarket.

- i like nyc. maybe not to live. but i'd come back here again.


in the meantime, if there's one thing that i Should Do in NYC before leaving (tuesday noon-ish), email me and let me know, quick quick quick! i will gladly do something so that you might live vicariously through me, provided it doesn't cost more than you're willing to reimburse me for (if i needed to ask for it), and i can't think of much else that i Had To Do in NYC. there wasn't a big list to begin with, anyways. but suggestions are always welcome.

(hah! tavie! i'm saved!)