with capital letters. That's what my mind's been on recently. The "what is it all about" sort of thing. Let me explain the last couple of weeks. Actually, I'll back up to the summer. I started reading a couple of interesting books- The Book and the Tao of Pooh. I've probably raved to you about them both. Talking to various friends; Beej, Ram, Julie, and others that I think are interested in the same ideas. I've also been reading some more entertaining but still philosophical stuff like Tom Robbins and The Razor's Edge by W. Somerset Maugham. Most recently, it's been a book called "Voluntary simplicity" from Gerrit.
The point is, I don't know a darn thing about things in general, much less big "why are we all here" sort of things. I'm trying to list how I started asking questions. I don't know if it's anything about this year, this summer, maybe it was last spring, or what, but my old world view wasn't cutting it.
It wasn't a terrible world view: I was comfortable with myself, mostly comfortable with others, and comfortable with the path my life would be taking. It was pretty Western/masculine/worldly/individual/Yang, though. (if there's one thing I know, it's that there's a grand duality in the universe, and just about everything has two sides, and the middle is usually the best way to go. That seems to be a sort of universal truth, at least on some level, and it makes a hell of a lot of sense.) It was a fine world view, but "nothing to excess", as the ancient Greeks through Fr. Ober taught me in freshman World History in high school. And the whole thing started getting to me, the one-sidedness of my existence. Even the idea of Love as the ultimate good, which was fine for me for a bunch of years. For some reason, I generally decided, over time, there must be something more.
This all sounds like I embarked on a Grand Spiritual Adventure. I haven't really changed my life at all. Besides enrolling in a Zen Meditation StuCo. But the point isn't whether I say "I'm embarking on a Grand Spiritual Adventure", because saying that I'm doing something big is just a label. A label that lets me say "Look at me, I'm improving myself! I'm attempting to make myself better than anyone else, because now I'm spiritually cool too!" Which may be what I'm doing on a subconscious level, but consciously, I'm trying to avoid that. If I start to sound pretentious about anything spiritual, don't even listen to me, because I'm entirely missing the point.
Anyway, so what is this Eastern view? I don't know yet. To say "I am reading about Eastern religion" is like saying "I went to a restaurant in America." There are so many different kinds. But I think they all have a few universal truths, or maybe even one universal truth:
The way to be is to lose yourself entirely and become one with everything.
That's the quickest way I can summarize what I think I know about it. This oneness with everything shows up a lot: as nirvana (Hindu, right? Buddhist too? Shows what I know...), the Tao, enlightenment. Even as heaven in Christianity, although the Western conception of heaven seems nothing like the Eastern. For Christians, it always comes across as this place in the sky where you go when you die, if you've been good. But really, it's the same thing, just worded differently.
Okay. So there's some background. Last last Sunday I had quite an experience, which I'll leave appropriately vague. Hi potential employers, hi Mom and Dad! Nah, my mom and dad are probably cool. The point is not the details of the experience, because it doesn't change you. It just stirs up emotions and thoughts, like dredging up the bottom of a pond. (thanks, Ram, for the analogy)
I had expected this to leave me on an all-time moment of clarity, where I would realize more and more that all is one and one is all. I thought I would realize how little of an individual I am, and how it's meaningless to even refer to myself as an individual, or even as myself.
Well, one thing was right: it gave me a sort of moment of clarity. I stood on the roof of the Slanty Shanty, and I wanted to breathe in the entire world. Everything was so vivid! And here's the thing: I felt so optimistic about my future. I saw a couple of the high points of my life laid out before me (Colorado, December 2004; NYC, August 2006; the Alps, January 2007) I went back inside and sat down, and felt so thankful to everyone and everything. Thank you, by the way; if you're reading this, I probably know you, and I want to thank you. I had a pen and paper, and I wrote something along the lines of "if I get nothing else out of this, it'll be sincerity." I felt like a child again; it was euphoric. It's like when you realize you couldn't have made it without someone, and you just break down and cry in gratitude, but that person loves you so much, they were just happy to help. Except it was directed towards everyone.
Okay, so I also helped make a fort out of Aaron's bed (Aaron was puzzled to see how his bed turned out), listened to electricity (it sounds like little mice!), and had a stare-down with a Kurt Cobain poster. But the point is, it was a tremendous experience.
But how so? It was tremendous in a Western sense. Wow, I felt great, and life seemed like one ever-growing pyramid of fun! But I felt individual. I felt like Mufasa AND Simba, standing there and saying to myself "Everything the light touches is our kingdom", where "our" was a use of the royal "we". I'm the king of the world! ...thanks to all of you who helped me get here.
This was frustrating. My life doesn't need more Western materialistic greatness. (Don't get me wrong, it does need some. I'm not saying there's no place for a Western point of view. But it should be half of your view, not all of it.)
The next day, I felt so lethargic, I'm lucky I didn't turn into a big plastic bag of Frosty. Not just lethargic, though; will-less. I didn't want to do anything or see anyone. It was a terrible feeling, and I don't know if it was due to the previous day, the previous year, or just a random bad day. Everyone irritated me, and everything bored me. I still don't know why it was, only that it's been turning up a couple times in the last couple of weeks. It doesn't make any sense; it's not like all my friends graduated (some of them did, but most of them are still around, anyway) or my job/major seemed pointless (now I have some direction for the first time in my college career).
So there have been ups and downs. Maybe I'll add more details later, or more thoughts on things, but to avoid having 3 straight 6-hour sleeps, (and it's only week 3!) I'm going to bed. Good night!
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Burrito controversy!
My Chipotle review
Burrito snobs
Hey, they linked to my article! And failed to miss the point that I'm reporting on a FAST FOOD RESTAURANT! Rock on, guys, you sure know the most about burritos! Hey, here's another article you should write: Harry Potter is not as good as Faulkner, and therefore England is a literary wasteland.
There it is: I'm gaining notoriety in the blog circuit.
Real post is still to come... whenever I get a free couple hours.
Burrito snobs
Hey, they linked to my article! And failed to miss the point that I'm reporting on a FAST FOOD RESTAURANT! Rock on, guys, you sure know the most about burritos! Hey, here's another article you should write: Harry Potter is not as good as Faulkner, and therefore England is a literary wasteland.
There it is: I'm gaining notoriety in the blog circuit.
Real post is still to come... whenever I get a free couple hours.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Post coming soon
It's been quite the weekend. I'm still trying to fit it all into my head, and figure out how best to put it on paper.
It sort of made me ask myself, Where does that highway go to?
And then I asked myself, Am I right? Am I wrong?
And then I asked myself, My god!...what have I done?
Okay, so that turned into quoting "Once in a Lifetime," which continues to surprise me with how good it is. The whole CD, "Remain in Light," is fantastic! Wow! Been a while since I found a CD to gush about. Well, besides Belle and Sebastian's "Dear Catastrophe Waitress" and the Boards of Canada's "In a Beautiful Place Out in the Country", but you already knew that about the first one and the second one is just an EP.
But next time, less rock, more talk! Stay tuned, faithful readers!
It sort of made me ask myself, Where does that highway go to?
And then I asked myself, Am I right? Am I wrong?
And then I asked myself, My god!...what have I done?
Okay, so that turned into quoting "Once in a Lifetime," which continues to surprise me with how good it is. The whole CD, "Remain in Light," is fantastic! Wow! Been a while since I found a CD to gush about. Well, besides Belle and Sebastian's "Dear Catastrophe Waitress" and the Boards of Canada's "In a Beautiful Place Out in the Country", but you already knew that about the first one and the second one is just an EP.
But next time, less rock, more talk! Stay tuned, faithful readers!
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Wish it was free and all mine
How to become an ordained pastor
You may have heard about AOL's leak of a whole bunch of search records. Some dudes searched through it all and found the best searches. Credit Grubb for finding this.
You may have heard about AOL's leak of a whole bunch of search records. Some dudes searched through it all and found the best searches. Credit Grubb for finding this.
Monday, August 28, 2006
When we all become robots, this is how we'll talk
I was just thinking about conversation today, because I noticed that the professor who I'm TAing for had a unicycle in his office. I wanted to ask if he rode a unicycle, what kind of experience he has, if he juggles (because the two are often related), etc. But how do you start that conversation? And then what?
On a note that seems unrelated but is actually related: a rules engine is a cool thing. Sometimes they're also called Expert Systems. Maybe there's a distinction between those. I don't know. Anyway, here's how it works: you have some facts, and you have some if-then rules. Each rule triggers when certain facts exist.
For example, I could have the following rules:
1. If I have a dollar, I should buy a can of Arizona iced tea from Entropy.
2. If it's cold, and if I have a hat, I should put the hat on.
3. If I have a drink, and if I'm thirsty, I should drink it.
And I have the following facts:
- I have a dollar.
- I'm thirsty.
- It's cold.
- I don't have a hat.
Then rule 1 will trigger because I have a dollar. Rule 3 will then trigger because then I have a drink and I'm thirsty. Rule 2 will not trigger because all of its conditions weren't met.
That's what I know about rules engines, in a nutshell. Anyway, they're cool. Supposedly, this is how the human mind works, according to ACT-R theory. That was the basis for the "cognitive tutors" that I sort of worked on all summer.
Back to conversations:
I want to start this conversation. So I just want to throw out there this fact: You have a unicycle in your office. He would probably have a rule in his mind that says "If someone mentions the unicycle, say that I belong to a unicycling club." Then I'd have a rule that says: "If someone tells me that he belongs to a unicycling club, do the following: ask how long he's been doing it, and ask if he knows how to juggle too." Etc.
What happened instead? I said "Do you ride a unicycle?" The other two people we were with sort of giggled as if it were a stupid question, because why the hell else would he have a unicycle in his office? The conversation derailed from there.
Point is, rules engines are pretty neat. And if that's how the mind works, that's simple, elegant, powerful, and therefore beautiful.
On a note that seems unrelated but is actually related: a rules engine is a cool thing. Sometimes they're also called Expert Systems. Maybe there's a distinction between those. I don't know. Anyway, here's how it works: you have some facts, and you have some if-then rules. Each rule triggers when certain facts exist.
For example, I could have the following rules:
1. If I have a dollar, I should buy a can of Arizona iced tea from Entropy.
2. If it's cold, and if I have a hat, I should put the hat on.
3. If I have a drink, and if I'm thirsty, I should drink it.
And I have the following facts:
- I have a dollar.
- I'm thirsty.
- It's cold.
- I don't have a hat.
Then rule 1 will trigger because I have a dollar. Rule 3 will then trigger because then I have a drink and I'm thirsty. Rule 2 will not trigger because all of its conditions weren't met.
That's what I know about rules engines, in a nutshell. Anyway, they're cool. Supposedly, this is how the human mind works, according to ACT-R theory. That was the basis for the "cognitive tutors" that I sort of worked on all summer.
Back to conversations:
I want to start this conversation. So I just want to throw out there this fact: You have a unicycle in your office. He would probably have a rule in his mind that says "If someone mentions the unicycle, say that I belong to a unicycling club." Then I'd have a rule that says: "If someone tells me that he belongs to a unicycling club, do the following: ask how long he's been doing it, and ask if he knows how to juggle too." Etc.
What happened instead? I said "Do you ride a unicycle?" The other two people we were with sort of giggled as if it were a stupid question, because why the hell else would he have a unicycle in his office? The conversation derailed from there.
Point is, rules engines are pretty neat. And if that's how the mind works, that's simple, elegant, powerful, and therefore beautiful.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Last Will and Testament
Oh, for crying out loud, don't get all in a fit. I'm not going anywhere. But I was talking with Gerrit and Anu earlier about being ready for death at any time, and while I would be fine, because I'd be dead, it would throw things a little out of whack for the rest of you. Also, it's been a while since I really thought about anything introspective at all. So I've prepared this document.
First of all, my possessions and money. This is first, not because it's important, but because it's easy. I give them all to my family (Mom and Dad and Cheryl). They can do with them whatever they want. Maybe donate my clothes to charity, sell some stuff, etc. Whatever. It's just things. Hopefully the money will be helpful too.
(as for my computer, my data is probably just gone. Good luck guessing my passwords. I use two main passwords, and they're both nonsense. The one that is less secure is this: it starts with a spanish word related to a poem about raining coffee (ask Elda Borroni, my spanish teacher), and it ends with a number that used to be the combination to my dad's bike lock. It's on the fridge at home, but crossed out. The more secure password... good luck. Hire a professional, I guess.)
Second of all, my body. Hey, guess what? I'm not in there anymore! So if my organs are still any good, and someone needs them, for God's sake, give them to them! Whatever's left, I donate it to science. If neither science nor needy people can use my body, bury it in the ground, NOT in a big ol' casket. Let me decompose and give my nutrients back to the soil. Or whatever's the least environmentally harmful. (I guess, if the laws don't let you do that, cremate me and scatter my ashes on a ski slope.)
As for my "soul", or whatever is left of me: I'm doing fine. I probably have ceased to exist, and therefore am not in any pain in any way. Maybe I'm in some sort of other world, in which case I'm probably better off. If you want to have a funeral, go for it, but don't make it a traditional Christian funeral with all the weeping and sobbing and Bible verses and hymns. That just bores everyone. If you want to have a funeral, get together a bunch of my family and friends, and just have a party. Talk about me if you want, but don't feel obligated to. If you want to be sad, be sad for yourselves, because you don't have fun ol' me around anymore! Of course, that's what you do at funerals anyway.
Anyway, I'm all right. I have only a few regrets:
1. I never "made a difference" in any huge way (everyone has this regret. it's lame. sorry.)
2. I gave a speech once in front of my high school. It was pretty trite and meaningless.
3. I never fell in love. (I thought I did a couple times but I was just a dumb kid.) I hear it's great fun!
But if you stack those three up against things that I'm proud of, or glad about, you'll see why I'm doing all right. I wouldn't say my life has been complete, but I think I've done an all right job with it so far. And it has been a good time!
Hmm. As for final regards, let me just say I love my family and friends very much. If I knew I were going to die, I'd call each of you on the phone or see you in person. But I'm not going to put my last thoughts to each of you in a blog here- that's personal!
Finally, although it may be in bad taste to quote a heartless mass murderer, I'll finish up with a quote:
"Death solves all problems. No man, no problems." - Josef Stalin
Again, if you find this morbid, I apologize, but death shouldn't be gloomy. That's an artifact of our Western society. Death is really just another part of the grand scheme of things. If you find this post self-indulgent, of course it is. It's my BLOG.
First of all, my possessions and money. This is first, not because it's important, but because it's easy. I give them all to my family (Mom and Dad and Cheryl). They can do with them whatever they want. Maybe donate my clothes to charity, sell some stuff, etc. Whatever. It's just things. Hopefully the money will be helpful too.
(as for my computer, my data is probably just gone. Good luck guessing my passwords. I use two main passwords, and they're both nonsense. The one that is less secure is this: it starts with a spanish word related to a poem about raining coffee (ask Elda Borroni, my spanish teacher), and it ends with a number that used to be the combination to my dad's bike lock. It's on the fridge at home, but crossed out. The more secure password... good luck. Hire a professional, I guess.)
Second of all, my body. Hey, guess what? I'm not in there anymore! So if my organs are still any good, and someone needs them, for God's sake, give them to them! Whatever's left, I donate it to science. If neither science nor needy people can use my body, bury it in the ground, NOT in a big ol' casket. Let me decompose and give my nutrients back to the soil. Or whatever's the least environmentally harmful. (I guess, if the laws don't let you do that, cremate me and scatter my ashes on a ski slope.)
As for my "soul", or whatever is left of me: I'm doing fine. I probably have ceased to exist, and therefore am not in any pain in any way. Maybe I'm in some sort of other world, in which case I'm probably better off. If you want to have a funeral, go for it, but don't make it a traditional Christian funeral with all the weeping and sobbing and Bible verses and hymns. That just bores everyone. If you want to have a funeral, get together a bunch of my family and friends, and just have a party. Talk about me if you want, but don't feel obligated to. If you want to be sad, be sad for yourselves, because you don't have fun ol' me around anymore! Of course, that's what you do at funerals anyway.
Anyway, I'm all right. I have only a few regrets:
1. I never "made a difference" in any huge way (everyone has this regret. it's lame. sorry.)
2. I gave a speech once in front of my high school. It was pretty trite and meaningless.
3. I never fell in love. (I thought I did a couple times but I was just a dumb kid.) I hear it's great fun!
But if you stack those three up against things that I'm proud of, or glad about, you'll see why I'm doing all right. I wouldn't say my life has been complete, but I think I've done an all right job with it so far. And it has been a good time!
Hmm. As for final regards, let me just say I love my family and friends very much. If I knew I were going to die, I'd call each of you on the phone or see you in person. But I'm not going to put my last thoughts to each of you in a blog here- that's personal!
Finally, although it may be in bad taste to quote a heartless mass murderer, I'll finish up with a quote:
"Death solves all problems. No man, no problems." - Josef Stalin
Again, if you find this morbid, I apologize, but death shouldn't be gloomy. That's an artifact of our Western society. Death is really just another part of the grand scheme of things. If you find this post self-indulgent, of course it is. It's my BLOG.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
And here's this: my easiest schedule yet
Right...
Whatever. Networks will be no fun, but that is the last class that I will have to dread. Artificial Neural Networks sounds cool (doesn't it?) and Cognitive Psych and that "Experimental Design..." class are easy cog sci prerequisites (by the way, if I haven't talked to you about it recently, I'm now a Computer Science/Cognitive Science double major. Neat, eh?). Oh yeah, and I'm a TA for 21-127F. Looks to be exciting. Rock on!
Whatever. Networks will be no fun, but that is the last class that I will have to dread. Artificial Neural Networks sounds cool (doesn't it?) and Cognitive Psych and that "Experimental Design..." class are easy cog sci prerequisites (by the way, if I haven't talked to you about it recently, I'm now a Computer Science/Cognitive Science double major. Neat, eh?). Oh yeah, and I'm a TA for 21-127F. Looks to be exciting. Rock on!
Sunday, August 20, 2006
This is my beginning-of-year I'm Excited post; also, conversations.
You know what's hard sometimes? Just keeping a conversation going. A lot of times, I don't know what to talk about. Especially if I'm talking to someone that I haven't spent a lot of time with recently.
This might be me overanalyzing things again, but if you look at conversation topics, seems like there are only a few kinds:
- things in the common history between you and me
- things about you (how are you? what have you been doing recently? what do you think about this?)
- things about me (I did this recently. Here's what I think about this.)
- incidental things (hey look, there's a funny sign on the side of the road. ha ha.)
Seems like there's only so much you can do in a conversation. Run through these four categories, and then what? But if I look at the most socially adept people, the people I strive to be like in social situations, they never have problems. They never just stand there dumbly until someone else says something.
You can just run the "things about you" forever- just keep latching on to things the other person says and asking questions about that. This can be fun sometimes. Sometimes, though, the other person just doesn't give you enough to work with. It's like trying to improv in a scene where the other person just accepts. (and nobody raises the goddamn stakes, for those of you who love that dumb phrase)
Oh well- there's no easy solution, right? And it's probably one of those problems that's only a problem the more you think about it. So I'll ignore it until it comes up again.
Hey, by the way, I just saw the Crucible (by Quantum Theatre) and it was pretty sweet! And, as the title of this post says, I'm excited about this year! Two years ago, I was excited, but scared, to start college. Now I'm all jazzed up about all the rest of the things, besides college: TA'ing, studying abroad, jobs next year, what I'll do senior year, and the future! The difference is that now I'm not as apprehensive about it-- all this stuff I'm setting out to do, I know I'll be able to do it. If only all of life were so easy!
This might be me overanalyzing things again, but if you look at conversation topics, seems like there are only a few kinds:
- things in the common history between you and me
- things about you (how are you? what have you been doing recently? what do you think about this?)
- things about me (I did this recently. Here's what I think about this.)
- incidental things (hey look, there's a funny sign on the side of the road. ha ha.)
Seems like there's only so much you can do in a conversation. Run through these four categories, and then what? But if I look at the most socially adept people, the people I strive to be like in social situations, they never have problems. They never just stand there dumbly until someone else says something.
You can just run the "things about you" forever- just keep latching on to things the other person says and asking questions about that. This can be fun sometimes. Sometimes, though, the other person just doesn't give you enough to work with. It's like trying to improv in a scene where the other person just accepts. (and nobody raises the goddamn stakes, for those of you who love that dumb phrase)
Oh well- there's no easy solution, right? And it's probably one of those problems that's only a problem the more you think about it. So I'll ignore it until it comes up again.
Hey, by the way, I just saw the Crucible (by Quantum Theatre) and it was pretty sweet! And, as the title of this post says, I'm excited about this year! Two years ago, I was excited, but scared, to start college. Now I'm all jazzed up about all the rest of the things, besides college: TA'ing, studying abroad, jobs next year, what I'll do senior year, and the future! The difference is that now I'm not as apprehensive about it-- all this stuff I'm setting out to do, I know I'll be able to do it. If only all of life were so easy!
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
I wrote a guidebook! Here it is:
NEW YORK CITY on a few dollars a day, not counting your parents' money
New York City is a big city, and a beautiful city, and it's full of wonders, and oh grandiose introduction introduction introduction introduction.
Suffice it to say that New York City* is, surprisingly, a very reasonable city. I would love to tell you about how you will get mugged, or how I saw rats the size of SmartCars, or how trash and grime covered the street, because then your morbid interest would be aroused, and I wouldn't have to write as well to hold your attention. However, NYC is very reasonable.
*When I say "New York City" (or "NYC") here, and in the rest of the guide, I really mean Manhattan. That must drive those of you from the other four boroughs crazy.
I felt very safe pretty much everywhere I went. This may be because I'm naive. Or it may be the courteous criminals, who restrict their most violent activity to the south Bronx and other areas ironically far from tourists' stuffed wallets. Also, things do not cost so much as you might have heard. It's not twice as expensive as everywhere else; only about 1.4 times. This is the first in the series of New York Being 70% of What It's Cracked Up To Be. And in many areas, things are very cheap. See: Chinatown produce stands; also, knockoff designer handbags.
But guidebooks do not sell by writing nice paragraphs. So without further ado:
Neighborhoods and Sights
Starting from the tip and working your way up.
1. Financial District
This is where a lot of tall buildings are. Except no more World Trade Center. You can, of course, see Ground Zero: it looks like a big construction site. I guess if you go to the nearby museum, it becomes more touching and vaguely frightening. I am not going to get political here. Anyway, you can get on a Boat, and see the Statue of Liberty, but really, this is boring. Take note: you may find some of the best shady sidewalk vendors here; I actually saw the fabled "Rolex watch suitcase." Also the designer sunglasses suitcase, from which I should have bought something. Like a leprechaun guarding his pot of eye-protecting gold, he was gone when I returned.
2. TriBeCa
I think there are a lot of great restaurants here. However, they are all new, trendy, and expensive, so we did not go to any.
3. SoHo
This is a neat area of shops and restaurants. I think it used to be really hip. As an aspiring hipster, one must always keep track of these things.
4. Chinatown and Little Italy
Chinatown is crowded and cheap, just like China. Little Italy is very nice, all red and green, full of Italian restaurants, and slowly being overtaken by Chinatown, just like Italy. So it goes. You can get cheap produce here. You can also get fish. Finally, you can get designer knockoff handbags. Just ask someone in a shop, and he will pull aside the secret door and act uneasy as you peruse the illegal purses. Later, if you are my mom and sister, you may see the same purse in Bloomingdale's for $1350. How cool is it that the bit about the secret door is not a joke?
5. Greenwich Village
Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner for Best Neighborhood. This place is cool. I present as evidence: the fact that some writers used to live there. It looks vaguely European. Check out Chumley's, a former speakeasy with no sign where apparently a lot of famous writers worked. It has no sign. You just go in the door at 86 some street, go through the heavy curtain, and there's a shabby looking bar. How cool. There is also a British shop where you can get chips and drinks (or at least Marmite and Shreddies), a bakery with a pastry case that is photo-worthy, and a store of spices and herbs. You can see the 9.5-foot-wide house where Edna St. Vincent Millay lived, but that is boring.
6. East Village
This is the sort of place that an aspiring hipster can tell by walking through: this is the new hip place. It's poorer but getting richer, sort of ethnic, and has some shady looking record stores.
7. Lower Midtown, including Chelsea
Wait, I mean this place is the new hip place. It has Union Square, home to the largest farmer's market I've ever seen. Also the Chelsea Market, which is SO DAMN COOL! Go there! Go see it! It's really damn cool!
8. Upper Midtown, excluding the Theater District
Well, this is New York. Lots of tall buildings, and Things you can See, Especially if You Are a Tourist, such as the Rockefeller Center which includes the NBC Studio, which you can tour if you'd like to pay $20 and listen to a tour. Also the Empire State Building, etc. But bite the "I'm a tourist" bullet and go ahead and go up in at least one tall building. Go at night when it's all lit up. Have a religious experience. I did.
9. The Theater District
Hey! Times Square! Julie is incorrect; this place is not awful. This place is a monument. This is man's response to the Grand Canyon: Look, Mother Nature! I can create something that will be awe-inspiring but in a totally different way! Yeah, it's crass and commercial. Yeah, okay, there's an MTV store, there's a tourist double-decker bus, there's a scrolling display so we can display more ads in the same place. But you know you love our society that can make wanton consumerism so glamorous.
Oh, and there are shows here too! See some of them! First, go to the TKTS booth in the South Street Seaport (lower Manhattan) in the early afternoon (skip the Times Square TKTS booth; it's crowded) and get half price tickets. Then, I recommend Spamalot, because you already know you'll love it. I also recommend Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, which I think I enjoyed not just in the campy "this is a musical so you're going to pretend you enjoy it" sense. Although maybe it was the "this is a show that my dad and I can both watch and we both enjoy and it leaves us feeling good about a night at the Broadway show." Either way, it's enjoyable. As far as shows go, the Blue Man Group is pretty good too. However, some of the jokes fell a little flat (come on, making fun of chat room acronyms? That is so five minutes ago dot org.), so I'll lump it in with the other bits of "New York being 70% of what it's cracked up to be." That said, some of their stuff is genius, and their sense of comic timing is not bad.
10. Upper Midtown West
This is a nice area of shops and restaurants. Check out Zabar's sweet grocery store, not only because it's the only grocery store I've seen with an item topping $1000 (a large quantity of caviar), but also because it's just awesome. That's all.
11. Upper Midtown East
I think you can shop here if you're rich. If not, you can go to museums. Like the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which is huge. Go with a guide; a mother who knows a lot about impressionist art will do nicely. If you do, you may find yourself with an appreciation for things you didn't know you had an appreciation for. Like impressionist art. Really, it's pretty cool. Same goes for the Museum of Modern Art, which is not in the Upper Midtown East, but is in the middle of Midtown by the Rockefeller Center.
12. Central Park
There is a lot to say about Central Park. Instead of me saying it all, you should rent bicycles and ride around it. It takes about 30 minutes at a leisurely pace. I'm still sort of in awe that such a great park exists in such a great city. That's all.
13. Harlem, Morningside Heights, all points north, and the other four boroughs
Ignore these; you won't have time. Plus, Harlem's dangerous, Queens and Brooklyn are boring, the Bronx has the Yankees, and wasn't there one more borough? I forget. I hope Rob reads this. Anyway, everything I just said (besides "I hope Rob reads this") is sarcastic. Get the hell out of Tourist-Mecca Manhattan and see the rest of the city! Be a better city-seer than I!
Places to Stay
How about the Murray Hill Suites? It's in the middle of everything (39th street and 3rd avenue), has room to comfortably sleep a family of 4, and is at least somewhat reasonably priced, although I have no idea because I wasn't paying.
Places to Eat
The Pig and Whistle- a great place to go when you've just gotten in to New York, you're wandering around Times Square, and you're looking for something that the whole family can enjoy. Good old Irish pub.
A Food Cart- served up a half-decent shish kebab. Only half decent though. I expected more from the fabled New York food carts.
A Little Italy Restaurant Whose Name I Didn't Even Try To Remember- The gnocchi was not half bad. It wasn't outstanding though.
Sardi's- The guidebook will tell you to go here after seeing a show because the Broadway stars like to come here. Look on the back of the title page of your guidebook; you'll see that it's dated 1972.
Mister Softee Ice Cream Truck- good call! An ice cream truck that actually serves ice cream cones. Soft serve is the same everywhere in the world, and it's unnatural, and it comes in a big plastic bag... but man, I still love it.
Katz's Deli- Your guidebook will probably also tell you to go here. You can see a historic New York deli where the immigrants used to eat (although they probably didn't pay $13 for a sandwich!). You can see the spot in Where Harry Met Sally where Meg Ryan famously faked an orgasm. You can see the sign that says "This is where Harry met Sally. No, you can't order what she had." Your confused mother who has not heard of this scene can ask the waitress what she had. Your father can tell her he'll explain it later. Your mother can keep asking. They can beat around the bush a little bit until your mother gets the picture. Your parents can then smile knowingly, because their 17- and 20-year-old kids clearly have no idea; of course, the "o" word is never said because you don't want to corrupt the kids. They don't know what an orgasm is yet. This can be an awkward scene for all.
Balthazar- Okay, here we go. This is a New York restaurant like you expect New York restaurants. A little french cafe. I recommend the Salad Nicoise, which I guess is a pretty common thing in France, but I had never had it. It comes with seared rare tuna, which is neat. Also anchovies, artichokes, olives, a hard-boiled egg, green beans, tomatoes, onions, and tasty greens, all in an olive oil and I think balsamic vinegar dressing. This is probably the finest meal I had in New York. Rock on.
Tavern on the Green- It's a little indulgent to eat dinner here after having lunch at Balthazar. See the title of this guidebook. This place has in fame and ambience what it lacks in food. Don't get me wrong, loyal reader; the duck confit with mushroom risotto was good, despite your humble author not knowing what the hell "confit" means. But it wasn't what you expect for the price. Nor was the Filet Mignon, which your author's parents ordered, but perhaps that's a function of said parents ordering it cooked medium. The more you learn about food, the more you know you should order things cooked less than you think. At any rate, don't count me as ungrateful for giving a less-than-glowing review to such a nice place; if I as the author were just to rave about every expensive restaurant, well, I wouldn't be a very good guide, would I? But enough about shortcomings of the food; this place has lanterns strung about all the trees. All the way up the trees! It's neat!
Kangsuh- I like Korean food! Between the appetizers (which I've seen at a couple of Korean places, and which always seem to be free) and the multi-part meal special, they give you a taste of about nine different things. That, I think, is one of the best things a restaurant can do.
Junior's- I think that's what this place is called. It's unmemorable, at any rate. Its strengths are threefold: its location in the theater district, the menu which is so large that nobody can find it objectionable (although it is all boring american food), and its overly high prices. Perhaps you might think two of those are weaknesses. Perhaps you are right.
Hatsuhana- Here's a hint. If the rest of your party is going on the NBC studio tour, duck out and spend your $20-plus at this sushi restaurant instead. It doesn't matter if you're wearing a T-shirt that says "Hyland Software 5000"; even though every single other person is wearing a business suit, they will seat you as if they don't notice. Also, go there on what happens to be "restaurant week," and you can get a first-rate sushi lunch for $24.07. It includes: cold pumpkin soup and a seaweed salad, tuna with some kind of spicy mayonnaise, yellowtail sashimi, green beans in a ginger sauce, your choice of one sushi roll, and the following nigiri sushi (pieces of fish on rice): tuna, salmon with wasabi mayonnaise, rock salted snapper, and yellowtail with jalapeno. You can sit at the sushi bar and watch your meal being prepared; that's a feature of every sushi bar, but it is still cool. You can look at the dish marked "Turkey / Brazil" and wonder what the heck is in it. You can pour soy sauce out of a thing that looks like a little teapot. This is a neat experience. Then you can join your party and tell them how great your meal was while they tell you how mediocre the NBC studio tour was.
Europa Cafe- Apparently this is a chain in New York. Well, if you're getting fast food, I'd go for their sandwiches and salads over a McDonald's any day. Surprisingly, there are McDonaldses in New York, but there are almost no other fast food chains. Chalk another one up for New York being a very reasonable city.
Lombardi's- So this is the famous New York thin crust pizza? It's not bad, but it's nothing special. 70% of what it's cracked up to be.
Rice to Riches- Maybe the first exclusively rice pudding store in the country. It's a great concept- they sell it like ice cream. However, they charge like it's Coldstone; except it's more expensive than Coldstone. Still, points for concept, and also for design: it looks neat.
Transportation
The best way: walking. Walk until your calves hurt because, unbeknownst to you, bad circulation runs in the family. Then collapse.
The second best way: get a Metrocard unlimited pass and ride the subway everywhere. It works, and it's quick, although it is hot and a little smelly. However, every city should have a subway; New York's is just further proof.
The third best way: take buses. This works if your family doesn't want to go into the subway because it's hot and smelly. It's also easy because most of Manhattan is in a nice grid shape. Yeah, that's unnatural, but by god, it works.
This is the end
New York is a very reasonable city, and if you put your expectations at 70% of what they are, it will most often exceed your expectations by 42.8%.
New York City is a big city, and a beautiful city, and it's full of wonders, and oh grandiose introduction introduction introduction introduction.
Suffice it to say that New York City* is, surprisingly, a very reasonable city. I would love to tell you about how you will get mugged, or how I saw rats the size of SmartCars, or how trash and grime covered the street, because then your morbid interest would be aroused, and I wouldn't have to write as well to hold your attention. However, NYC is very reasonable.
*When I say "New York City" (or "NYC") here, and in the rest of the guide, I really mean Manhattan. That must drive those of you from the other four boroughs crazy.
I felt very safe pretty much everywhere I went. This may be because I'm naive. Or it may be the courteous criminals, who restrict their most violent activity to the south Bronx and other areas ironically far from tourists' stuffed wallets. Also, things do not cost so much as you might have heard. It's not twice as expensive as everywhere else; only about 1.4 times. This is the first in the series of New York Being 70% of What It's Cracked Up To Be. And in many areas, things are very cheap. See: Chinatown produce stands; also, knockoff designer handbags.
But guidebooks do not sell by writing nice paragraphs. So without further ado:
Neighborhoods and Sights
Starting from the tip and working your way up.
1. Financial District
This is where a lot of tall buildings are. Except no more World Trade Center. You can, of course, see Ground Zero: it looks like a big construction site. I guess if you go to the nearby museum, it becomes more touching and vaguely frightening. I am not going to get political here. Anyway, you can get on a Boat, and see the Statue of Liberty, but really, this is boring. Take note: you may find some of the best shady sidewalk vendors here; I actually saw the fabled "Rolex watch suitcase." Also the designer sunglasses suitcase, from which I should have bought something. Like a leprechaun guarding his pot of eye-protecting gold, he was gone when I returned.
2. TriBeCa
I think there are a lot of great restaurants here. However, they are all new, trendy, and expensive, so we did not go to any.
3. SoHo
This is a neat area of shops and restaurants. I think it used to be really hip. As an aspiring hipster, one must always keep track of these things.
4. Chinatown and Little Italy
Chinatown is crowded and cheap, just like China. Little Italy is very nice, all red and green, full of Italian restaurants, and slowly being overtaken by Chinatown, just like Italy. So it goes. You can get cheap produce here. You can also get fish. Finally, you can get designer knockoff handbags. Just ask someone in a shop, and he will pull aside the secret door and act uneasy as you peruse the illegal purses. Later, if you are my mom and sister, you may see the same purse in Bloomingdale's for $1350. How cool is it that the bit about the secret door is not a joke?
5. Greenwich Village
Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner for Best Neighborhood. This place is cool. I present as evidence: the fact that some writers used to live there. It looks vaguely European. Check out Chumley's, a former speakeasy with no sign where apparently a lot of famous writers worked. It has no sign. You just go in the door at 86 some street, go through the heavy curtain, and there's a shabby looking bar. How cool. There is also a British shop where you can get chips and drinks (or at least Marmite and Shreddies), a bakery with a pastry case that is photo-worthy, and a store of spices and herbs. You can see the 9.5-foot-wide house where Edna St. Vincent Millay lived, but that is boring.
6. East Village
This is the sort of place that an aspiring hipster can tell by walking through: this is the new hip place. It's poorer but getting richer, sort of ethnic, and has some shady looking record stores.
7. Lower Midtown, including Chelsea
Wait, I mean this place is the new hip place. It has Union Square, home to the largest farmer's market I've ever seen. Also the Chelsea Market, which is SO DAMN COOL! Go there! Go see it! It's really damn cool!
8. Upper Midtown, excluding the Theater District
Well, this is New York. Lots of tall buildings, and Things you can See, Especially if You Are a Tourist, such as the Rockefeller Center which includes the NBC Studio, which you can tour if you'd like to pay $20 and listen to a tour. Also the Empire State Building, etc. But bite the "I'm a tourist" bullet and go ahead and go up in at least one tall building. Go at night when it's all lit up. Have a religious experience. I did.
9. The Theater District
Hey! Times Square! Julie is incorrect; this place is not awful. This place is a monument. This is man's response to the Grand Canyon: Look, Mother Nature! I can create something that will be awe-inspiring but in a totally different way! Yeah, it's crass and commercial. Yeah, okay, there's an MTV store, there's a tourist double-decker bus, there's a scrolling display so we can display more ads in the same place. But you know you love our society that can make wanton consumerism so glamorous.
Oh, and there are shows here too! See some of them! First, go to the TKTS booth in the South Street Seaport (lower Manhattan) in the early afternoon (skip the Times Square TKTS booth; it's crowded) and get half price tickets. Then, I recommend Spamalot, because you already know you'll love it. I also recommend Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, which I think I enjoyed not just in the campy "this is a musical so you're going to pretend you enjoy it" sense. Although maybe it was the "this is a show that my dad and I can both watch and we both enjoy and it leaves us feeling good about a night at the Broadway show." Either way, it's enjoyable. As far as shows go, the Blue Man Group is pretty good too. However, some of the jokes fell a little flat (come on, making fun of chat room acronyms? That is so five minutes ago dot org.), so I'll lump it in with the other bits of "New York being 70% of what it's cracked up to be." That said, some of their stuff is genius, and their sense of comic timing is not bad.
10. Upper Midtown West
This is a nice area of shops and restaurants. Check out Zabar's sweet grocery store, not only because it's the only grocery store I've seen with an item topping $1000 (a large quantity of caviar), but also because it's just awesome. That's all.
11. Upper Midtown East
I think you can shop here if you're rich. If not, you can go to museums. Like the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which is huge. Go with a guide; a mother who knows a lot about impressionist art will do nicely. If you do, you may find yourself with an appreciation for things you didn't know you had an appreciation for. Like impressionist art. Really, it's pretty cool. Same goes for the Museum of Modern Art, which is not in the Upper Midtown East, but is in the middle of Midtown by the Rockefeller Center.
12. Central Park
There is a lot to say about Central Park. Instead of me saying it all, you should rent bicycles and ride around it. It takes about 30 minutes at a leisurely pace. I'm still sort of in awe that such a great park exists in such a great city. That's all.
13. Harlem, Morningside Heights, all points north, and the other four boroughs
Ignore these; you won't have time. Plus, Harlem's dangerous, Queens and Brooklyn are boring, the Bronx has the Yankees, and wasn't there one more borough? I forget. I hope Rob reads this. Anyway, everything I just said (besides "I hope Rob reads this") is sarcastic. Get the hell out of Tourist-Mecca Manhattan and see the rest of the city! Be a better city-seer than I!
Places to Stay
How about the Murray Hill Suites? It's in the middle of everything (39th street and 3rd avenue), has room to comfortably sleep a family of 4, and is at least somewhat reasonably priced, although I have no idea because I wasn't paying.
Places to Eat
The Pig and Whistle- a great place to go when you've just gotten in to New York, you're wandering around Times Square, and you're looking for something that the whole family can enjoy. Good old Irish pub.
A Food Cart- served up a half-decent shish kebab. Only half decent though. I expected more from the fabled New York food carts.
A Little Italy Restaurant Whose Name I Didn't Even Try To Remember- The gnocchi was not half bad. It wasn't outstanding though.
Sardi's- The guidebook will tell you to go here after seeing a show because the Broadway stars like to come here. Look on the back of the title page of your guidebook; you'll see that it's dated 1972.
Mister Softee Ice Cream Truck- good call! An ice cream truck that actually serves ice cream cones. Soft serve is the same everywhere in the world, and it's unnatural, and it comes in a big plastic bag... but man, I still love it.
Katz's Deli- Your guidebook will probably also tell you to go here. You can see a historic New York deli where the immigrants used to eat (although they probably didn't pay $13 for a sandwich!). You can see the spot in Where Harry Met Sally where Meg Ryan famously faked an orgasm. You can see the sign that says "This is where Harry met Sally. No, you can't order what she had." Your confused mother who has not heard of this scene can ask the waitress what she had. Your father can tell her he'll explain it later. Your mother can keep asking. They can beat around the bush a little bit until your mother gets the picture. Your parents can then smile knowingly, because their 17- and 20-year-old kids clearly have no idea; of course, the "o" word is never said because you don't want to corrupt the kids. They don't know what an orgasm is yet. This can be an awkward scene for all.
Balthazar- Okay, here we go. This is a New York restaurant like you expect New York restaurants. A little french cafe. I recommend the Salad Nicoise, which I guess is a pretty common thing in France, but I had never had it. It comes with seared rare tuna, which is neat. Also anchovies, artichokes, olives, a hard-boiled egg, green beans, tomatoes, onions, and tasty greens, all in an olive oil and I think balsamic vinegar dressing. This is probably the finest meal I had in New York. Rock on.
Tavern on the Green- It's a little indulgent to eat dinner here after having lunch at Balthazar. See the title of this guidebook. This place has in fame and ambience what it lacks in food. Don't get me wrong, loyal reader; the duck confit with mushroom risotto was good, despite your humble author not knowing what the hell "confit" means. But it wasn't what you expect for the price. Nor was the Filet Mignon, which your author's parents ordered, but perhaps that's a function of said parents ordering it cooked medium. The more you learn about food, the more you know you should order things cooked less than you think. At any rate, don't count me as ungrateful for giving a less-than-glowing review to such a nice place; if I as the author were just to rave about every expensive restaurant, well, I wouldn't be a very good guide, would I? But enough about shortcomings of the food; this place has lanterns strung about all the trees. All the way up the trees! It's neat!
Kangsuh- I like Korean food! Between the appetizers (which I've seen at a couple of Korean places, and which always seem to be free) and the multi-part meal special, they give you a taste of about nine different things. That, I think, is one of the best things a restaurant can do.
Junior's- I think that's what this place is called. It's unmemorable, at any rate. Its strengths are threefold: its location in the theater district, the menu which is so large that nobody can find it objectionable (although it is all boring american food), and its overly high prices. Perhaps you might think two of those are weaknesses. Perhaps you are right.
Hatsuhana- Here's a hint. If the rest of your party is going on the NBC studio tour, duck out and spend your $20-plus at this sushi restaurant instead. It doesn't matter if you're wearing a T-shirt that says "Hyland Software 5000"; even though every single other person is wearing a business suit, they will seat you as if they don't notice. Also, go there on what happens to be "restaurant week," and you can get a first-rate sushi lunch for $24.07. It includes: cold pumpkin soup and a seaweed salad, tuna with some kind of spicy mayonnaise, yellowtail sashimi, green beans in a ginger sauce, your choice of one sushi roll, and the following nigiri sushi (pieces of fish on rice): tuna, salmon with wasabi mayonnaise, rock salted snapper, and yellowtail with jalapeno. You can sit at the sushi bar and watch your meal being prepared; that's a feature of every sushi bar, but it is still cool. You can look at the dish marked "Turkey / Brazil" and wonder what the heck is in it. You can pour soy sauce out of a thing that looks like a little teapot. This is a neat experience. Then you can join your party and tell them how great your meal was while they tell you how mediocre the NBC studio tour was.
Europa Cafe- Apparently this is a chain in New York. Well, if you're getting fast food, I'd go for their sandwiches and salads over a McDonald's any day. Surprisingly, there are McDonaldses in New York, but there are almost no other fast food chains. Chalk another one up for New York being a very reasonable city.
Lombardi's- So this is the famous New York thin crust pizza? It's not bad, but it's nothing special. 70% of what it's cracked up to be.
Rice to Riches- Maybe the first exclusively rice pudding store in the country. It's a great concept- they sell it like ice cream. However, they charge like it's Coldstone; except it's more expensive than Coldstone. Still, points for concept, and also for design: it looks neat.
Transportation
The best way: walking. Walk until your calves hurt because, unbeknownst to you, bad circulation runs in the family. Then collapse.
The second best way: get a Metrocard unlimited pass and ride the subway everywhere. It works, and it's quick, although it is hot and a little smelly. However, every city should have a subway; New York's is just further proof.
The third best way: take buses. This works if your family doesn't want to go into the subway because it's hot and smelly. It's also easy because most of Manhattan is in a nice grid shape. Yeah, that's unnatural, but by god, it works.
This is the end
New York is a very reasonable city, and if you put your expectations at 70% of what they are, it will most often exceed your expectations by 42.8%.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Hi!
Man, New York City was neat. I'm at Dartmouth now, which sure is neat too. I'll be home to Cleveland tomorrow, and then back in the 'burgh hopefully on Saturday. A more detailed description/post to come!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
And... done!
Again, I find that one of the best parts of life is stopping anything. Well, I'm done with my job. Now, on to fun things forever! Isn't life smashing!
Monday, July 31, 2006
I haven't posted anything here in a while
And in not doing so, I've left unfulfilled my half of the writer/reader bargain (I write things, you read them). However, I never promised to fulfill said bargain, nor am I being in any way compensated, so I don't feel bad. Also, get used to it, because the aforementioned list of things that will be happening are, um, happening. (Except Kuyahoga.) And if a blog becomes a responsibility rather than a fun thing, then it's no fun anymore.
I do feel bad about being at work and doing nothing useful. This week is a little weird because everyone is teaching the "PSLC summer school" where a bunch of users come in and we teach them how to use our software. I pretty much finished my job. So, well, I'm not so useful right now.
However, I am right now being the reason that the world is so difficult. Inefficiency. I'm somehow funded by the NSF, so your tax dollars are going to me. If every schmuck like me were fired, your taxes would probably be very reasonable, and nobody would complain. Or maybe I'm funded by CMU, in which case, if every slacker at CMU were fired, your tuition would be reasonable. The point is, little inefficiencies like me are the reason that The System sucks sometimes. Sorry! I'll be gone in under a week!
(so why don't I quit now? Well, in a way, I think that's what I'm going to do. Wrap up all of my work, finish a little extra task, and leave on the best of terms with everyone. I'm working on it.)
Oh, and I visited Maryland this past weekend! It was neat. We saw Glen Burnie. We went to Plaza Garibaldi (which is fantastic!) We also went to DC and saw 15 minutes of the most amazing art in the country at the National Gallery, ate great Ethiopian food (which grows on me more every time I eat it. All 3 times.), and went to a Grand Buffet and Of Montreal concert in which we missed Grand Buffet. Lame. Of Montreal was really good though. And then we all got crabs (Stop. Get out a piece of paper, write all your dumb crabs jokes on it, and fold it into an origami crane. Hooray, now something good has come out of your stupid jokes: you have a crane!), which turned out to be an all-afternoon project. A great trip, all in all.
I do feel bad about being at work and doing nothing useful. This week is a little weird because everyone is teaching the "PSLC summer school" where a bunch of users come in and we teach them how to use our software. I pretty much finished my job. So, well, I'm not so useful right now.
However, I am right now being the reason that the world is so difficult. Inefficiency. I'm somehow funded by the NSF, so your tax dollars are going to me. If every schmuck like me were fired, your taxes would probably be very reasonable, and nobody would complain. Or maybe I'm funded by CMU, in which case, if every slacker at CMU were fired, your tuition would be reasonable. The point is, little inefficiencies like me are the reason that The System sucks sometimes. Sorry! I'll be gone in under a week!
(so why don't I quit now? Well, in a way, I think that's what I'm going to do. Wrap up all of my work, finish a little extra task, and leave on the best of terms with everyone. I'm working on it.)
Oh, and I visited Maryland this past weekend! It was neat. We saw Glen Burnie. We went to Plaza Garibaldi (which is fantastic!) We also went to DC and saw 15 minutes of the most amazing art in the country at the National Gallery, ate great Ethiopian food (which grows on me more every time I eat it. All 3 times.), and went to a Grand Buffet and Of Montreal concert in which we missed Grand Buffet. Lame. Of Montreal was really good though. And then we all got crabs (Stop. Get out a piece of paper, write all your dumb crabs jokes on it, and fold it into an origami crane. Hooray, now something good has come out of your stupid jokes: you have a crane!), which turned out to be an all-afternoon project. A great trip, all in all.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
I'm excited about the future
I can't wait for:
PA Culinary Institute open house on Saturday
Maryland next weekend?
Kuyahoga the Thursday after that
New York the next day
Dartmouth immediately after that
A week at home
A week back here for TA training (aka very little work, right?)
(a semester back in school here... ehh whatever)
and a semester overseas.
Some say that you shouldn't live in the future; that you should make the most of every moment in the present. I might not be doing that as well as I should at this point. The future is so exciting, though. There's a bit in the Tao of Pooh about how the best part of eating honey isn't actually eating honey. It's the part right before you eat the honey. That's what these next two weeks feel like.
PA Culinary Institute open house on Saturday
Maryland next weekend?
Kuyahoga the Thursday after that
New York the next day
Dartmouth immediately after that
A week at home
A week back here for TA training (aka very little work, right?)
(a semester back in school here... ehh whatever)
and a semester overseas.
Some say that you shouldn't live in the future; that you should make the most of every moment in the present. I might not be doing that as well as I should at this point. The future is so exciting, though. There's a bit in the Tao of Pooh about how the best part of eating honey isn't actually eating honey. It's the part right before you eat the honey. That's what these next two weeks feel like.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
In case you read this and not .vomit
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Ethical question: you make the call!
Long story short: I brought my bike to Beej's. I have brought it there twice in the past, both times I locked it to the fence on the way in, both times when I came back to it there was a sticker that said "Park this bike in the appropriate place. Don't park it here." So today I locked it to the fence again, with a post-it note on it that said "This bike will only be here for about 2 hours. Sorry for the inconvenience."
About a half hour later, I hear metal breaking, and I look outside, and there's the security guard, cutting my bike lock. I run outside and stop them from taking my bike away. He gives me a stern talking-to, I protest, but the fact is, my lock is already cut in two pieces. I mean, he gives me my bike back, of course.
Net result: I lose a $20 bike lock.
Here's the question: what should I do? The way I see it, here are my choices:
1. Do nothing, and get over it, because it's just a bike lock.
2. Do nothing, but harbor a grudge against the security guard.
3. On the way out, explain that, while rules may be rules, I was disappointed that he couldn't see above the useless rules to see that I was not hurting anyone and would only be there for a couple hours. Furthermore, I was irritated by the lecture he gave me and the unsympathetic way he dealt with me.
4. On the way out, say the same thing, more forcefully. (Strike this one, it's not really a good option at all.)
5. File a complaint with Amberson Gardens somehow
The tricky part about this is: I don't have any ground, legal or moral, to stand on. The reason I parked my bike there was that I figured it didn't hurt anyone and the guard wouldn't care, if it was just going to be there for a little while. He did warn me before that I shouldn't park my bike there.
(however, warning doesn't make something okay... if I say, I'm going to punch you unless you go away, that doesn't make it okay for me to punch you.)
Argh! I ended up choosing choice #2, I think, even though I'd like to choose #1. I don't know if I can do #1. I think the "warning doesn't make it okay" argument is probably my best moral ground, but it's crappy legal ground, (not that I'd ever do anything "legal" about this, obviously) because there is some rule about not blocking the way because it's a safety hazard. What should I have done?
About a half hour later, I hear metal breaking, and I look outside, and there's the security guard, cutting my bike lock. I run outside and stop them from taking my bike away. He gives me a stern talking-to, I protest, but the fact is, my lock is already cut in two pieces. I mean, he gives me my bike back, of course.
Net result: I lose a $20 bike lock.
Here's the question: what should I do? The way I see it, here are my choices:
1. Do nothing, and get over it, because it's just a bike lock.
2. Do nothing, but harbor a grudge against the security guard.
3. On the way out, explain that, while rules may be rules, I was disappointed that he couldn't see above the useless rules to see that I was not hurting anyone and would only be there for a couple hours. Furthermore, I was irritated by the lecture he gave me and the unsympathetic way he dealt with me.
4. On the way out, say the same thing, more forcefully. (Strike this one, it's not really a good option at all.)
5. File a complaint with Amberson Gardens somehow
The tricky part about this is: I don't have any ground, legal or moral, to stand on. The reason I parked my bike there was that I figured it didn't hurt anyone and the guard wouldn't care, if it was just going to be there for a little while. He did warn me before that I shouldn't park my bike there.
(however, warning doesn't make something okay... if I say, I'm going to punch you unless you go away, that doesn't make it okay for me to punch you.)
Argh! I ended up choosing choice #2, I think, even though I'd like to choose #1. I don't know if I can do #1. I think the "warning doesn't make it okay" argument is probably my best moral ground, but it's crappy legal ground, (not that I'd ever do anything "legal" about this, obviously) because there is some rule about not blocking the way because it's a safety hazard. What should I have done?
Three things I wish I could do:
1. Write a song as incredibly catchy as "Little Miss Can't Be Wrong" by the Spin Doctors.
2. Make a CD as unabashedly fun as "Cosmic Thing" by the B-52's. No, really, go give it a listen. Clearly, my opinion on this issue is biased because I listened to it a lot as a kid, but it is very solid. See: campy, 80's, and electronic. No low points besides maybe "Channel Z" or "Follow Your Bliss." Songs so fun you don't notice they're all 5 minutes long. Relaxed grooves like "Dry Country" and "Topaz" surrounding hits "Roam" and, of course, "Love Shack". It's a good disc.
3. Keep a straight face while singing a line like "Let's go behind this wall of vegetation/ I don't want no prying eyes when I give you a love sensation" in a voice like that of Fred Schneider of the B-52's in said CD.
-Dan
whose blog has been relegated to quick 5-minute blurbs because he doesn't take his computer home very much.
2. Make a CD as unabashedly fun as "Cosmic Thing" by the B-52's. No, really, go give it a listen. Clearly, my opinion on this issue is biased because I listened to it a lot as a kid, but it is very solid. See: campy, 80's, and electronic. No low points besides maybe "Channel Z" or "Follow Your Bliss." Songs so fun you don't notice they're all 5 minutes long. Relaxed grooves like "Dry Country" and "Topaz" surrounding hits "Roam" and, of course, "Love Shack". It's a good disc.
3. Keep a straight face while singing a line like "Let's go behind this wall of vegetation/ I don't want no prying eyes when I give you a love sensation" in a voice like that of Fred Schneider of the B-52's in said CD.
-Dan
whose blog has been relegated to quick 5-minute blurbs because he doesn't take his computer home very much.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
I just imported my 4000th song
and I made sure it was "Love Shack."
On a side note, please disregard the last post; it's true, but it's whiny. I should have more perspective: my job isn't that bad, is pretty easy, will be over in under a month, and then I'll take two awesome trips and have some time off before starting a new year and TA'ing, and then spending a semester in another continent. Really, I have no right to complain.
(Isn't it funny to speak about a "right to complain"? I should say I have no desire to complain. That's not quite true, though, and I can't lie about what I actually want to do, whether I think I "should" want to do it or not. See: The Book)
On a side note, please disregard the last post; it's true, but it's whiny. I should have more perspective: my job isn't that bad, is pretty easy, will be over in under a month, and then I'll take two awesome trips and have some time off before starting a new year and TA'ing, and then spending a semester in another continent. Really, I have no right to complain.
(Isn't it funny to speak about a "right to complain"? I should say I have no desire to complain. That's not quite true, though, and I can't lie about what I actually want to do, whether I think I "should" want to do it or not. See: The Book)
Friday, July 07, 2006
Monday, July 03, 2006
20-20-24 hours ago... I wanna be creative
I'm already sedated. It's my name.
Hey! I'm in lovely The Villages, Florida, where the sun always shines, there are sometimes buffalo, and there are no young hooligans around to interfere with your peaceful retirement. The sort of place I might have raged at as an angsty teenager (as opposed to an angsty two-decader, or angsty twenty-something, even if that something is a "nothing") before realizing that my anger is really misplaced, because, for crying out loud, you're throwing your insecurities at retired people? Besides, my grandparents live there, and they love it, so I have no reason to whine. Thank you for everything, The Villages; I have no complaints whatsoever.
Speaking of my grandparents, ever since my grandfather went into a delirious fit that left the doctors saying he was on the health-spiraling-downward-and-not-getting-better bus (don't say the D word!), he's not only gotten off of said bus, but he's traded in his ticket, rented a Ferrari, and sped off onto Recovery Road. He's up and about, off the oxygen tank that caused him to remark "I look like a goddamn invalid!", taking it easy but still walking around, driving his golf cart, and doing most of the things he ever does. He was only a little peeved that one of the doctors had said he had one month to live. What a champ. So thanks for all your well wishes, and keep them going if that does anything for you (he still has two rounds of chemo left!), but we think he'll be all right.
My visit has been very nice nevertheless. I helped them do what they gots to do, and spent a bunch of time with them too. Read most of Tom Robbins's "Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates", which I'm enjoying a bunch. Also finished "The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are"... a review will follow once I sort out my thoughts on it with Beej and Ram. Ate at two okay Thai places (once with my aunt and uncle, once with my grandparents) and a chain-but-tasty fish restaurant... transition to next paragraph.
...Reflected more on the purpose and impact of food. On the one hand, you have Ben Franklin, "Eat to live, don't live to eat." Also my mom, "Sometimes when people are visiting it becomes a routine of just waiting for the next meal." Also me, "this."
On the other hand, you have culinary school. You have the concept of "gourmet." You have food AS AN ART; but maybe even the best kind of art, because it affects at least four senses (often all five, or seven, or one, or however many you say there are), is made specially for you, is never quite the same twice, and is so ephemeral! You can make a point that food is the only art you need to survive. (Of course, I would argue with you then, too, but for different reasons.) What I'm trying to say is that I'm conflicted, because food can be wonderful, but I also think about food much too much for someone of my mental abilities (not bragging; I'm saying I have more intelligence than a lap dog).
What new wisdom do I have from my reflections on the all-important Meaning of Food? None. What new knowledge? Well, a lot of recipes from my grandmother, which I am typing up now. Mostly a lot of desserts. Some families have "family recipes" passed down from generation to generation; my grandmother has a file box full of newspaper clippings and note cards. The handwritten note cards are the ones to keep: they might be "family recipes." (This is not meant to sound ungrateful; I bet a lot of these recipes are pretty good. But there are no recipes that she's particularly proud of; no Family Recipes with capital letters.)
And as for the title of this post? Well, I feel like I'm bursting with some sort of creative energy. I want to make something. Something that people can look at and say, "Well. Dan has a little spark of that whatever-it-is that makes us human, after all." If it were a rock and roll song, or two or twelve, that would be nice too, because then we could play it in Grape Blunt.
But I have no guitar or other musical instrument with me; I have never written a song so I don't know where to start; I have so many fractions of musical knowledge, but they're all just fractions; I have a lot of ideas but none of them are about love or death, so they're all novelties at best; I am psyching myself out. And I think I'm suffering that same silver-lined syndrome that's plagued me my whole life: it's hard to be creative when everything is so darn NICE.
Hey! I'm in lovely The Villages, Florida, where the sun always shines, there are sometimes buffalo, and there are no young hooligans around to interfere with your peaceful retirement. The sort of place I might have raged at as an angsty teenager (as opposed to an angsty two-decader, or angsty twenty-something, even if that something is a "nothing") before realizing that my anger is really misplaced, because, for crying out loud, you're throwing your insecurities at retired people? Besides, my grandparents live there, and they love it, so I have no reason to whine. Thank you for everything, The Villages; I have no complaints whatsoever.
Speaking of my grandparents, ever since my grandfather went into a delirious fit that left the doctors saying he was on the health-spiraling-downward-and-not-getting-better bus (don't say the D word!), he's not only gotten off of said bus, but he's traded in his ticket, rented a Ferrari, and sped off onto Recovery Road. He's up and about, off the oxygen tank that caused him to remark "I look like a goddamn invalid!", taking it easy but still walking around, driving his golf cart, and doing most of the things he ever does. He was only a little peeved that one of the doctors had said he had one month to live. What a champ. So thanks for all your well wishes, and keep them going if that does anything for you (he still has two rounds of chemo left!), but we think he'll be all right.
My visit has been very nice nevertheless. I helped them do what they gots to do, and spent a bunch of time with them too. Read most of Tom Robbins's "Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates", which I'm enjoying a bunch. Also finished "The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are"... a review will follow once I sort out my thoughts on it with Beej and Ram. Ate at two okay Thai places (once with my aunt and uncle, once with my grandparents) and a chain-but-tasty fish restaurant... transition to next paragraph.
...Reflected more on the purpose and impact of food. On the one hand, you have Ben Franklin, "Eat to live, don't live to eat." Also my mom, "Sometimes when people are visiting it becomes a routine of just waiting for the next meal." Also me, "this."
On the other hand, you have culinary school. You have the concept of "gourmet." You have food AS AN ART; but maybe even the best kind of art, because it affects at least four senses (often all five, or seven, or one, or however many you say there are), is made specially for you, is never quite the same twice, and is so ephemeral! You can make a point that food is the only art you need to survive. (Of course, I would argue with you then, too, but for different reasons.) What I'm trying to say is that I'm conflicted, because food can be wonderful, but I also think about food much too much for someone of my mental abilities (not bragging; I'm saying I have more intelligence than a lap dog).
What new wisdom do I have from my reflections on the all-important Meaning of Food? None. What new knowledge? Well, a lot of recipes from my grandmother, which I am typing up now. Mostly a lot of desserts. Some families have "family recipes" passed down from generation to generation; my grandmother has a file box full of newspaper clippings and note cards. The handwritten note cards are the ones to keep: they might be "family recipes." (This is not meant to sound ungrateful; I bet a lot of these recipes are pretty good. But there are no recipes that she's particularly proud of; no Family Recipes with capital letters.)
And as for the title of this post? Well, I feel like I'm bursting with some sort of creative energy. I want to make something. Something that people can look at and say, "Well. Dan has a little spark of that whatever-it-is that makes us human, after all." If it were a rock and roll song, or two or twelve, that would be nice too, because then we could play it in Grape Blunt.
But I have no guitar or other musical instrument with me; I have never written a song so I don't know where to start; I have so many fractions of musical knowledge, but they're all just fractions; I have a lot of ideas but none of them are about love or death, so they're all novelties at best; I am psyching myself out. And I think I'm suffering that same silver-lined syndrome that's plagued me my whole life: it's hard to be creative when everything is so darn NICE.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Tomorrow at this time I will be on an airplane.
Have I mentioned how much I love flying? Maybe it's just because it implies traveling. Maybe because it's a rare treat. Anyway, it's great. And I'm doing it tomorrow.
This week's been relaxing after work. I've taken a couple of relax days- just sitting at home, cooking for a while, playing some guitar and bass (and trombone!), reading some books. It's so peaceful! If I had a couple of relax-hours each day, and I could still spend time with friends and work a fulfilling job, that'd be neat. Maybe I should just create them.
"You have enough time to do anything. If you say you don't have enough time, what you really mean is that it's not high enough on your priority list." - Me
Speaking of reading books, I've been reading watered-down versions of some facets of Taoism and Hinduism, namely in The Tao of Pooh and The Book on the Taboo against Knowing Who You Are.
They're so brilliant! The religions, not the books. (the books are good too) Granted, I'm getting such a limited picture of the religions, I'm sure, but what I read, I like. You can argue philosophy all day, but when it comes down to it, the essential point in each seems to be: enjoy life! That's so refreshing! It certainly goes against:
- modern American middle-class life (which says "you should get more money and things")
- Protestantism, my supposed native religion ("Believe the Bible and do good works")
- What I thought Eastern philosophies were ("Meditate a lot until you transcend the world and reach Nirvana")
- Catholicism (I won't even get started here)
Maybe I'm extracting from them what I want to hear. Maybe I'm only reading the "fun parts" of the religions. But still, they both make a lot of sense, and it seems like we'd be a lot better off if we followed them. And whatever it is that we're all trying now certainly isn't working. Rock on, Eastern religions that I know very little about!
This week's been relaxing after work. I've taken a couple of relax days- just sitting at home, cooking for a while, playing some guitar and bass (and trombone!), reading some books. It's so peaceful! If I had a couple of relax-hours each day, and I could still spend time with friends and work a fulfilling job, that'd be neat. Maybe I should just create them.
"You have enough time to do anything. If you say you don't have enough time, what you really mean is that it's not high enough on your priority list." - Me
Speaking of reading books, I've been reading watered-down versions of some facets of Taoism and Hinduism, namely in The Tao of Pooh and The Book on the Taboo against Knowing Who You Are.
They're so brilliant! The religions, not the books. (the books are good too) Granted, I'm getting such a limited picture of the religions, I'm sure, but what I read, I like. You can argue philosophy all day, but when it comes down to it, the essential point in each seems to be: enjoy life! That's so refreshing! It certainly goes against:
- modern American middle-class life (which says "you should get more money and things")
- Protestantism, my supposed native religion ("Believe the Bible and do good works")
- What I thought Eastern philosophies were ("Meditate a lot until you transcend the world and reach Nirvana")
- Catholicism (I won't even get started here)
Maybe I'm extracting from them what I want to hear. Maybe I'm only reading the "fun parts" of the religions. But still, they both make a lot of sense, and it seems like we'd be a lot better off if we followed them. And whatever it is that we're all trying now certainly isn't working. Rock on, Eastern religions that I know very little about!
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