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I have been Having Adventures!
Monday, April 7, 2008
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ellen_kushner’s recommendation, I went to the Grolier Club to look at the "Facing the Late Victorians" exhibit. It was quite wonderful, as was the Kenneth Grahame exhibit upstairs. What a lovely place!
Otherwise, I strolled about quite a lot, munching my stone-cold stale pretzel with supreme unconcern, slouching along the bottom of Central Park, underdressed for the weather and freezing my ass off. Or, as I call it, Generally Having a Good Time.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
I have discovered South Street Seaport! It’s kind of like Santa Monica, only better because it’s not in LA.
More Rose of Versailles. I love Accordion Dude so much. Wait, Oscar has...? Well, that explains a lot. *wibbles* Oh, poor Andre! NOOOO! NOT ACCORDION DUDE!!!! *cries* ...or was that a concertina? Well... the last episode was really depressing, that’s for sure.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Today I took the ferry to Staten Island, but not before I got on the wrong subway train and ended up in the middle of Brooklyn and couldn’t find the uptown-bound subway entrance. Sigh.
When I finally got to St George an hour later, I was consumed by a longing for San Francisco. “I Left My Heart” just about covers it, and I don’t even know that song.
Staten Island was very quiet, hardly anybody around. I made my roundabout way (couldn’t find a Helpful Map, unknowingly walked in the right direction, saw a Helpful Map oriented the wrong way, came back, took the wrong bus in the right direction, walked around in the adjacent park, walked around again to the main entrance) to the Snug Harbor Cultural Center and Botanical Gardens, which were almost completely deserted and quite wonderful. I shall come back in a few weeks when more things are in bloom, and possibly more people so I can follow them around and find out where things are. There is a distinct lack of Helpful Signage.
I saw the Statue of Liberty for the first time in Real Life. It was... kind of small, from the ferry. I wondered if any of my ancestors saw it, and what they were thinking at the time. Were they filled with awe and hope and anticipation for a new life? Great symbol of liberty, and capitalism, and stuff? Was it just like in an American Girl book?
Probably, I decided, they were worrying about where they were going to sleep that night, and what if their money got stolen, and what did that fool at Immigration mean, “what’s an umlaut?”, and what about the luggage, and- Wilhelm Heinrich, fall nicht im Wasser! Was machst du jetzt?! Gott in Himmel, warum habe ich ihn für ein Sohn? Er wird seiner Mutter der Tod sein!
Me, I thought of Rhodes back in the day, and Alexandria.
Monday, April 7, 2008
On
ellen_kushner’s recommendation, I went to the Grolier Club to look at the "Facing the Late Victorians" exhibit. It was quite wonderful, as was the Kenneth Grahame exhibit upstairs. What a lovely place! Otherwise, I strolled about quite a lot, munching my stone-cold stale pretzel with supreme unconcern, slouching along the bottom of Central Park, underdressed for the weather and freezing my ass off. Or, as I call it, Generally Having a Good Time.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
I have discovered South Street Seaport! It’s kind of like Santa Monica, only better because it’s not in LA.
More Rose of Versailles. I love Accordion Dude so much. Wait, Oscar has...? Well, that explains a lot. *wibbles* Oh, poor Andre! NOOOO! NOT ACCORDION DUDE!!!! *cries* ...or was that a concertina? Well... the last episode was really depressing, that’s for sure.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Today I took the ferry to Staten Island, but not before I got on the wrong subway train and ended up in the middle of Brooklyn and couldn’t find the uptown-bound subway entrance. Sigh.
When I finally got to St George an hour later, I was consumed by a longing for San Francisco. “I Left My Heart” just about covers it, and I don’t even know that song.
Staten Island was very quiet, hardly anybody around. I made my roundabout way (couldn’t find a Helpful Map, unknowingly walked in the right direction, saw a Helpful Map oriented the wrong way, came back, took the wrong bus in the right direction, walked around in the adjacent park, walked around again to the main entrance) to the Snug Harbor Cultural Center and Botanical Gardens, which were almost completely deserted and quite wonderful. I shall come back in a few weeks when more things are in bloom, and possibly more people so I can follow them around and find out where things are. There is a distinct lack of Helpful Signage.
I saw the Statue of Liberty for the first time in Real Life. It was... kind of small, from the ferry. I wondered if any of my ancestors saw it, and what they were thinking at the time. Were they filled with awe and hope and anticipation for a new life? Great symbol of liberty, and capitalism, and stuff? Was it just like in an American Girl book?
Probably, I decided, they were worrying about where they were going to sleep that night, and what if their money got stolen, and what did that fool at Immigration mean, “what’s an umlaut?”, and what about the luggage, and- Wilhelm Heinrich, fall nicht im Wasser! Was machst du jetzt?! Gott in Himmel, warum habe ich ihn für ein Sohn? Er wird seiner Mutter der Tod sein!
Me, I thought of Rhodes back in the day, and Alexandria.
