What a waste.
Monday, April 26, 2010
046 TNG and those who don't know what that means
A friend of mine is taking tennis lessons. She was paired up with a guy whom she says is really, really cute. She talked about him often, he was just a cool guy.
The other day he missed one of the classes and when she asked the others where he was, they told her that he was at a Star Trek convention. When he came back she teased him about incessantly about the whole “Star Trek fan” thing only to be told [by him] that he isn’t going to the conventions as a fan but as a guest. When she questioned him further, he told her that he is an actor and was in several of the series. “Which ones?” she asked. “Oh, I played a character named Worf.” She apologized to him and told him that she has never seen Star Trek and has absolutely no idea who Worf is.
What a waste.
What a waste.
Monday, April 5, 2010
045 Newww Yark
D-day [0]
Arriving at the loft in Manhattan I got stuck at the front door, the key would not go in. That was so damned annoying to me. I called a lot of people in LA and NY to finally find out that I was at the wrong door. What the hell??????
It never occurred to me that there could be another door for the same apartments. Anyway, long story short, after 40 minutes of standing outside in the rain, trying to get this door open, I finally got in.
The irony [and I am not laughing AT ALL] of the whole thing is that there is in fact a problem with the lock on the right door and I ended up getting stuck outside again for 20 minutes the next night.
Day after [1]
Good morning NY. It is pouring outside and I had a long walk ahead of me that morning. It’s 8am in NY but it’s 5am in LA. Needless to say, I am going to need a latte today. I was ready for the rain, I brought a long trench coat and an umbrella with me. The only thing I had not anticipated was the “horizontality” of the rain. Yes, I guess it does happen in NY, when wind is blowing, the rain follows. Wet and tired [I repeat WET and TIRED], I made it to my destination.
One more day [2]
On Wednesday night I couldn’t sleep. I spent hours and hours tossing and turning. The temperature in the apartment was around 90 [although it was barely 32 outside]. These stupid buildings with that central heating thing. I guess the heat comes into the apartment, we have no control and my weak little hands could not open the windows. I was dying, I just couldn’t breathe. As the night went on, I got angrier and angrier, finally at 3am I finally gave up and turned the AC on.
The AC is another little gem in this apartment. It’s one of those window units that is loud in a very inconsistent way, so I could never get used to the sounds because it changed all the time and in the end, it kept waking me up every 5 minutes. Dilemna: Heat stroke or noise pollution? I am going to need a latte in the morning.
And one more [3]
Today, I am lucid enough during my morning walk. I decide to take some picks I like to call “StreetCap.” Basically I walk around the city holding my phone in my hand, very casually and once in a while, click the camera/capture. Whatever happens, happens, I don’t know what’s been captured in the moment. At the end of the walk, I check the picks and select the ones I like best. Crude but fun.
7th Avenue between 39th street and 27th street in Manhattan.
Ran into Al Pacino. I was surprised how old he looks. Older than I remember for sure. All those guys are often a disappointment. We always hear about the camera adding 10 lbs. but I would use this opportunity to remind people that it also takes 10, sometimes 20 years off your face.
Ran into Anna Paquin also in Los Angeles this weekend right after coming back from NY. She looks exactly like she does on the screen. Except that she kept making faces. Something in between "smile, people are looking at you" and "don't smile, avoid eye contact because people are looking at you." Both faces at the same time does NOT work. She just looked weird.
My last night in NY …
Started at one bar with mojitos and a drink called “The old fashion”. I was cracking up the whole night with this “Old fashion”. If someone tells me, “K, let’s go get an “Old fashion,” the first thing that goes through my mind is, “what the hell! That’s so dirtyyyyyy.” When in fact, they’re only referring to a drink. Anyway, I could not get over it and as the night went on, as I got more and more impaired by the alcohol, it became funnier and funnier to me.
Three bars later, at 2am, I decided that I had been awake way too long, I was exhausted. I knew I needed to wake up at 4am to get to JFK, so I promptly hailed a cab and went home. I did not sleep that night, not at all. The next morning [or two hours later] the car dropped me off at JFK, I got on the plane where I did not sleep [I know, ridiculous right?] Once in LA, I picked up my car and then ran to the gym, where I had made an appointment the previous week. Now ... We all do stupid things in life, we even manage to repeat those stupid things over and over again, it’s just human nature. So when I made the gym appointment the week before, knowing that I would have to get there straight from the airport, I should have anticipated the repercussions of such a decision. It only makes sense. Was I thinking then? Not necessarily, but it made perfect sense at the time. I stupidly thought that I would be ok and would have no problems working out with my trainer right after the whole NY debacle. I was wrong of course. It was painful and I almost died a couple of time.
After that, the rest of the weekend was a blur, I barely remember what happened, just a lot of “naps” and a lot of catching up on TV. A real blur. Until the earthquake that is. Yes, we do tend to have some of those around here but I was still so drowsy that I actually thought it was me. This was the most gentle, smooth earthquake I’ve ever experienced. In the end, we all made it, the furniture made it, nothing to freak out about. We all know the big one is coming, so in the meantime, let’s just hang out and enjoy our worldly possessions and our health while we still can …. [what a bunch of crap.]
While I was gone, I had the shop guys print a couple of models.
In conclusion, despite what people may think, I did have a great time in NY. Going there for small periods of time is fine with me. I don't think I want to move to Manhattan, but I liked it there.
We should all remember that this site is called "Hollowed Mind: Ramblings on Obsessions and Indifference - Dreams - Movies - Work - Life." So I tend to use this forum for all the things that go through my mind and that are not necessarily politically correct, happy or fun. I don't want to hear myself talk about how cute and how fun life is. I want to hear about what I really think about and what's going through my mind "ON THE SPOT." It's often twisted and maybe a little bit dark sometimes but I like it.
Arriving at the loft in Manhattan I got stuck at the front door, the key would not go in. That was so damned annoying to me. I called a lot of people in LA and NY to finally find out that I was at the wrong door. What the hell??????
It never occurred to me that there could be another door for the same apartments. Anyway, long story short, after 40 minutes of standing outside in the rain, trying to get this door open, I finally got in.
The irony [and I am not laughing AT ALL] of the whole thing is that there is in fact a problem with the lock on the right door and I ended up getting stuck outside again for 20 minutes the next night.
Day after [1]
Good morning NY. It is pouring outside and I had a long walk ahead of me that morning. It’s 8am in NY but it’s 5am in LA. Needless to say, I am going to need a latte today. I was ready for the rain, I brought a long trench coat and an umbrella with me. The only thing I had not anticipated was the “horizontality” of the rain. Yes, I guess it does happen in NY, when wind is blowing, the rain follows. Wet and tired [I repeat WET and TIRED], I made it to my destination.
One more day [2]
On Wednesday night I couldn’t sleep. I spent hours and hours tossing and turning. The temperature in the apartment was around 90 [although it was barely 32 outside]. These stupid buildings with that central heating thing. I guess the heat comes into the apartment, we have no control and my weak little hands could not open the windows. I was dying, I just couldn’t breathe. As the night went on, I got angrier and angrier, finally at 3am I finally gave up and turned the AC on.
The AC is another little gem in this apartment. It’s one of those window units that is loud in a very inconsistent way, so I could never get used to the sounds because it changed all the time and in the end, it kept waking me up every 5 minutes. Dilemna: Heat stroke or noise pollution? I am going to need a latte in the morning.
And one more [3]
Today, I am lucid enough during my morning walk. I decide to take some picks I like to call “StreetCap.” Basically I walk around the city holding my phone in my hand, very casually and once in a while, click the camera/capture. Whatever happens, happens, I don’t know what’s been captured in the moment. At the end of the walk, I check the picks and select the ones I like best. Crude but fun.
7th Avenue between 39th street and 27th street in Manhattan.
Ran into Al Pacino. I was surprised how old he looks. Older than I remember for sure. All those guys are often a disappointment. We always hear about the camera adding 10 lbs. but I would use this opportunity to remind people that it also takes 10, sometimes 20 years off your face.
Ran into Anna Paquin also in Los Angeles this weekend right after coming back from NY. She looks exactly like she does on the screen. Except that she kept making faces. Something in between "smile, people are looking at you" and "don't smile, avoid eye contact because people are looking at you." Both faces at the same time does NOT work. She just looked weird.
My last night in NY …
Started at one bar with mojitos and a drink called “The old fashion”. I was cracking up the whole night with this “Old fashion”. If someone tells me, “K, let’s go get an “Old fashion,” the first thing that goes through my mind is, “what the hell! That’s so dirtyyyyyy.” When in fact, they’re only referring to a drink. Anyway, I could not get over it and as the night went on, as I got more and more impaired by the alcohol, it became funnier and funnier to me.
Three bars later, at 2am, I decided that I had been awake way too long, I was exhausted. I knew I needed to wake up at 4am to get to JFK, so I promptly hailed a cab and went home. I did not sleep that night, not at all. The next morning [or two hours later] the car dropped me off at JFK, I got on the plane where I did not sleep [I know, ridiculous right?] Once in LA, I picked up my car and then ran to the gym, where I had made an appointment the previous week. Now ... We all do stupid things in life, we even manage to repeat those stupid things over and over again, it’s just human nature. So when I made the gym appointment the week before, knowing that I would have to get there straight from the airport, I should have anticipated the repercussions of such a decision. It only makes sense. Was I thinking then? Not necessarily, but it made perfect sense at the time. I stupidly thought that I would be ok and would have no problems working out with my trainer right after the whole NY debacle. I was wrong of course. It was painful and I almost died a couple of time.
After that, the rest of the weekend was a blur, I barely remember what happened, just a lot of “naps” and a lot of catching up on TV. A real blur. Until the earthquake that is. Yes, we do tend to have some of those around here but I was still so drowsy that I actually thought it was me. This was the most gentle, smooth earthquake I’ve ever experienced. In the end, we all made it, the furniture made it, nothing to freak out about. We all know the big one is coming, so in the meantime, let’s just hang out and enjoy our worldly possessions and our health while we still can …. [what a bunch of crap.]
While I was gone, I had the shop guys print a couple of models.
In conclusion, despite what people may think, I did have a great time in NY. Going there for small periods of time is fine with me. I don't think I want to move to Manhattan, but I liked it there.
We should all remember that this site is called "Hollowed Mind: Ramblings on Obsessions and Indifference - Dreams - Movies - Work - Life." So I tend to use this forum for all the things that go through my mind and that are not necessarily politically correct, happy or fun. I don't want to hear myself talk about how cute and how fun life is. I want to hear about what I really think about and what's going through my mind "ON THE SPOT." It's often twisted and maybe a little bit dark sometimes but I like it.
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