The Big Apple

I’ve got a bit of writer’s block. That’s not why I haven’t been writing, mind you. I’ve been busy. Unpleasantly busy. Though when considering whether I’d rather be busy like this or completely left to my own devices as I was last year, I decided I’d rather take this. Maybe because this is something I feel I have more control over.


I took a break from it all and went up to New York last weekend. Mom and Craig were visiting Jake, and I tagged along for the first week. It was also a great excuse to see some old friends, Megan, from Taiwan, and Sabrina, from the Nexus, who are both living and going to school in the area.

It couldn’t have been a nicer weekend. This weekend, again, is gorgeous. I wish I thought fall out here would continue like this, but somehow I don’t think I’ll be so lucky. But we had warm sunny days to explore the city; Jake showed us more than we really had the energy to see—Greenwich Village, SoHo, Chinatown, authenticChinatown, South Street Seaport—all in one afternoon. The next day I again exhausted everyone in the Museum of Natural History. On my final day there, I walked Mom and Craig from Central Park down 5th Avenue to Grand Central Station, then back up to Rockefeller Plaza, where we got to be in the audience for a taping of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon (Samuel L. Jackson was the mothereffing guest). When Jake could join us, he showed us his New York—the High Line Park and the restaurants in Chelsea.

Wouldn't have liked to run into one of these guys in the prehistoric waters.

Hazy evening light in Chinatown.

Sunset from South Street Seaport.

And I got into The Hunger Games on the four-hour bus ride there and back. I borrowed Colin’s Kindle for the trip and he has yet to get it back; I still have half of the third book to finish. It’s not great literature, but it certainly makes me wish my bus commutes were just a little longer.

I just for the first time heard my name in a Beatles’ song. Does anyone know which one? I had a little spasm of joy feeling that I joined the ranks of the Penny Lanes and the Judes and the Prudences of the world, though as a decidedly supporting character.

Come back tomorrow to read about the more-local field trip I took this weekend and what the delicious baked cinnamon smell in my kitchen is all about.


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