Picky, Picky
Phil and I tried to feed Rage a piece of shrimp from our sushi. That little cat wouldn’t eat it! I think we’ve given him a little too much of a taste of the good life, and now he won’t accept anything less than fresh salmon and lettuce.
Coney Island: Perfect blend of solitude and pandimonium
First, I love that this really happens in New York. Dudes in bad superhero costumes, ripped muscley meatheads and their kind of trashy girlfriends and whoever else can scale the telephone booth, just hanging out for the best view.
Coney Island really is an oasis for the weirdos of New York. There is so much to see and take in that it’s prett overwhelming. And THEN you get to the amusement park, which is an entirely different level of chaos. But after that, you get to the board walk (still crazies, but now on rollerskates) and after THAT, you get to the beach. Probably a quarter mile of sand before you get to the water. The wind and sound of rushing water create a sense of calm, a sense of space and freedom that are hard to find in the building and people-packed city. Despite the fact I was honestly concerned about sitting on a used syringe, the time I spent on that beach was very replenishing.
I want to go places
Best bathroom curtain ever. You can sit and look at exotic places in the world (all named!) while you poop or pee. At Meranne and Luke’s (that’s why there’s a beer bottle in the picture, too. It’s mine, but they forced it on me).
Also, I decided to get rid of OPaD. It served its purpose and now it just kind of is a hassle to write. And it’s always bugged me that it looks so ugly. So when Kyle asked me this week what it means, I realized I didn’t have a very good answer. Goodbye and good luck, OPaD.
….I just moved down to the Tags section and had a little freakout: what am I going to unthinkingly tag everything from now on? My life just got harder.
OPaD: Straight out of a Global Warming Video
Looks like the building’s on fire, but it’s actually the sunset.
Appalachian Trail
A little electric fence action to get us started. Very sturdily built bridges, thankfully.
Compadres on the trail.
1,000 feet; we climbed over 700 vertical feet….and then climbed back down the other side. And then the next day, climbed back up and back down. Note that my arms are totally glistening with sweat. This was not a momentary situation.
Mountain overlook. It was called a hill, but I think it was more like a mountain. And according to wikipedia, it could be.
The most exciting wildlife we saw.
View from our tent at 10-Mile. The lean-two, the obnoxious father-son camping outfit, and the grass.
What a great trip.
OPaD: Trash Mysteries
Where’d all the other trash go? Why only bottles and cans? Baffling.
OPaD: Happy Threesome
Drunken and ranting Phil (you’ve never heard such offense at the 24 hour subway snack shop not having Peanut Butter Twix on hand)
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Tired Caretaker Me
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Ipod and silencing headphones
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A much more peaceful trainride home at the end of the night!
OPaD: Garden Oasis
Looks like a flower shop up front, but is all magical, peaceful glory in the back.
OPaD: Not Just In The Movies!
Some kids took the cap off the fire hydrant and water was shooting out (seemingly at a painfully high pressure). Then a car pulled up to the red light and went backward and forward for a little wash.
Today it was 98 degrees (in the shade, as the song goes).
