Brooklyn Bridge, New York Tower–which, I kid you not, rests on SAND.
Fucking incredible, I know.
Recently finished the David McCullough book about the above structure, and then walked across it for the first time. Not to be missed.
Next up: Biography of Nikola Tesla.
Any hippies looking for a shiny acoustic guitar to play folksongs around the campfire while your buddies make vegan s’mores? Cheap as free!
Actually, I’m looking to trade the ol’ gal for a smaller-sized model that my stubby fingers could actually play. That, at least, is the current theory as to why—after 8 years—I still can’t seem to play much more than “Dust In The Wind.” It’s the guitar, you see. It certainly isn’t me that’s the problem, because I am very disciplined and pursue new hobbies with the gusto of a scurvy-ridden pirate devouring an orange after months at sea.
This is part of a larger issue that I’ve been, shall we say, pondering: namely, that I’ve sort of been wasting the last two years of my life. Which is not to say that wasting one’s time is in and of itself a bad thing–sometimes it’s a necessary diversion–just that it is a fair description of what I have been doing. But no more, I say! We must move forward, not backward, upward not forward, and always twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom! (Or maybe that was Kang and Kodos…)
So I am going to start accomplishing things. I am going to go to the dentist; I am going to finish this story I’ve been writing (mostly in my head, partly on paper); I am going to get a second job and stop complaining about money. See? Goals, just like a real grown-up.
And I’m going to get a new guitar, and then I will learn how to play it.
Not New York.
Also not New York.
Also also not New York, July 2, 2007.
I was on vacation last week.
Or, to be more accurate, I was on “facation,” as my niece Annabelle said. I can’t afford a real vacation, so I went home for a few days, went to Boston for a few days, and then brought Katie & Victoria El Tigre back to the Berkshires for a few days of lolling around the pool and drinking sangria. (N.B., use less sugar than called for in the recipe.)
I also took a sojourn up to VT (photos above) to visit Auntie Rachel, use the macro setting on my camera,
and wander through the creepy sort-of-abandoned building attached to her house.
It was nice to get out of the city for a few days—in fact, I think it was the longest I’ve been out of town since I moved here over a year and a half ago. And while it wasn’t what I would call a relaxing vacation, I did get to hang out with cool people and contemplate my lack of direction in life. More on that in the near future, though.
Despite my desperate escape, New York welcomed me back last night with the open arms of Indian food and a Mirah concert. I am still obsessed with intentionally taking shiny blurry pictures–I love the colors and abstract shapes. The following, however, does not in any way do justice to her sparkly gold spandex or luminous voice.
