Lost in New York
I’m in New York, and I’m a bit upset. You see, I am now computerless. No, it didn’t get stolen (although other things did). Nope, I just happened to stick it in a bag with a bottle of water which leaked. Badly. Now, my display is dead. I am terribly upset, because that T40 has been my best friend for the better part of a year. However, looking on the bright side, it could have been a lot worse. The laptop could have been completely flooded and dead, but here it’s just the display and therefore still theoretically salvageable.
Aside from the laptop though, I also had my phone stolen. Went to a friend’s birthday party yesterday at a club/restaurant called Lotus. I left my phone in a bag which was checked. Okay, yeah, that was stupid, especially considering it was a Handspring Treo. But hey, you don’t think a chic club would have that kinda stuff happen, right? Huh… Anyway losing the phone was shitty, but even worse was said birthday friend whose camera also went mysteriously disappearing, and from behind her head no less.
Man, losing a brand new cool ass camera sucks anything, but on your birthday it really really sucks. She was pretty upset and left early. Just utter bad luck.
But bad luck and itchy fingers not withstanding, I am enjoying my time in New York. I walked all around Midtown (was staying in Pennsylvania Hotel first two nights) and then went to Central Park and the Museum of Natural History. I didn’t get to see all of the Museum, but I was actually quite overwhelmed with the dinosaur exhibit.
I’ve never really liked natural history as much as science, and I have little interest in dinosaurs. I could never quite understand why people are so fascinated with these creatures. But when I stepped into that first exhibit all and saw the sketelons of the massive tyrannosaurus and brontosaurus and raptors… suddenly I was dumbstruck in awe at the sheer scale, the size and power and unbelievable vitality of animals which stood higher than buildings and lived for millions of year across open plains, fighting and dying and conquering. And I was also moved by the loving care and devotion of the people who excavated these fossils and tried so hard to solve mysteries that no-one will ever know the answers to. There’s something tragic and touching about the whole thing.
For some reason, monster mammals didn’t make me feel the same way though. It’s hard to feel a trembling in your chest and the roaring of blood in a your head over a giant sloth. No matter how nasty their claws may be.
PS, we had dinner at this Vegan restaurant called Gobo, and the food was amazing. I have to say that, along with Original Sin, this stuff was far tastier than all the “great” food places we ate in Whistler and Vegas.
