/life/nyc/People Watching
At 6th Ave, on the L. The doors sit open; we're blocked by train traffic.
A man, seated, perks up surprised and shouts a name muffled by my iPod. He bustles out of the train, gives the named woman a handshake and a hug. A few gestures later the wander off down the platform. Random encounter worth changing plans for? Absent-minded rider-man? Confused meeting point?
Who knows. City livin'.
/life/nyc/City Livin'
"You go to hell! Like yo' motha! You an' you motha are goin' to hell!" -- Angry man yelling at another angry man outside my building
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Kim wrote
WOW... you could pick up a camera and start shooting your own reality series!
Kim wrote
Also, "the gentlemen must (always!) have pants." Shame on you, Rob! :p
Kim wrote
You went to the Bronx ON A BIKE?? Say what??
Kim wrote
Where did you learn about Bhaigan (sp?) and preparing it? I'm surprised! They cook that a lot here in Trinidad. It's made into a choka, or with aloo.
/life/nyc/The Gentlemen Must Have Pants
Josh and I joined a bunch of my workfolk for a dinner out, and then went with one of them to a bar her friends were at, called (and located at) 230 5th Ave.
We walked in the door, a little confused 'cause it looked very residential. Once we decided we could just go through, a an short, elderly man said "Excuse me, ma'am. The gentlemen must have pants."
And so we left.
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nathan wrote
I used to have a recurring dream about being in public without pants on. I guess we could say you're living the dream...
/life/nyc/Montauk
[Written on the train back from Montauk yesterday morning]
I went to bed early last night, depleted from an accidental century from Babylon to Montauk point and with an early rise to catch the only morning train back to NYC.
I woke up at 4, then 5:20, then 5:59, just in time to silence my alarm with waking anyone up. I'm on a train now, for which I was short on cash, and rescued by a stranger to the tune of $5.25. He's American, she's Japanese, and they're headed back to Tokyo.
The ride was one of the finest I've ever done -- long, good company, gorgeous sunshine (from whence came some good tan marks), 25km/h tailwind, wide shoulders with only occasional rough spots, and a tasty (but overpriced) lunch in "The Hamptons".
We got to the campground after 80 miles (ahh! 128km) and were told it was 4mi (6.4 in sane, metric units) to the lighthouse. Off we went! 10 miles (16km) later, we got there. Surreptitiously, we had celebratory beer on the rock beach (which had awesome surfing waves, except that each of which ended up with death on some hidden rock).
By the time we got back, a century was completed. We collapsed, took off our most uncomfortable clothing, then began eating everything in sight. This was a supported ride, in that some other folks had driven and trained down with our stuff, which was lovely.
I feel super-awake this morning, with only minor soreness. Still going to nap my way through the train ride, though. =)
Hurray summer!
