A place for my stuff

Back before the road trip I signed up for a cellular wireless aircard for my laptop, so that I could have Internet access from the road. There was a 2-year service agreement, and I thought if it worked I could use it as my Internet connection in New York so $59 a month is about the going rate, right? Well, I soon discovered the service was spotty and only seemed to work near windows or outdoors. Needless to say it was not a suitable replacement for a conventional earthbound net connection. I really should have canceled it when I got off the road. Time is money, and so procrastination is expensive. Turns out there was a buyer’s remorse period that had long passed, and to get out of the 2 year agreement I have to pay a $175 early cancellation fee.

Sigh.

Interesting side note that the spell-checker pointed out to me just now: “canceled” is the proper spelling, with one “l” while “cancellation” is preferred with two of them. This makes no sense.

Long week. And it’s still not over.

Monday. I got everything packed up and Jennifer drove me to the airport for my flight at 3. At check-in, I did the e-ticket thing, and while I was waiting to get my baggage checked, the guy who didn’t do the e-ticket said, “the line is behind me.” Whatever, dude. I let him go first, and he actually left his garment bag at the desk! You’re supposed to carry your baggage to the security station, but he apparently forgot or was not aware of this. So I carried Jerk Off’s garment bag over to security. Why? Because you defeat a**holes by not becoming one.

I landed around 11:30 p.m., and took a cab on an unduly long trip to the apartment because I gave him bad directions. I’m learning. For future reference I live by the Battery Tunnel, exit 26 off the BQE.

Tuesday I set out to enjoy the insanely beautiful weather. 66 degrees! I went to the Lower East Side, which I think is my favorite part of town, probably because it’s the oldest. I’m almost done reading Gangs of New York, the nonfiction account of mid-to-late 19th century crime in New York, and every street down there is full of history. I got some Chinese takeaway and ate in Tompkins Square Park, reading and listening to three scruffy musicians playing Beatles and Rolling Stones tunes. I walked up to Union Square, and there was no place to sit because everyone was out enjoying the weather. So I went to Circuit City to check out laptops. The guys I talked to said that my dead laptop’s hard drive probably wouldn’t be able to be inserted into a newer model, and so my options were either have Circuit City transfer the data onto a new machine at a cost of $100 per 10 gigs[1] or buy a hard drive enclosure to turn my hard drive into an external drive[2]. Hmm. I went shopping at Target where I couldn’t find DVD cases, dark blue full-size fitted sheets, or HANGERS! They had no adult size hangers. At all. None. The mind boggles. Nevertheless I stocked up on groceries and whatnot and schlepped it all back to the apartment, all of which constituted a significant workout. Fatigue.

Also on Tuesday I witnessed not one but two examples of Bad Ideas in Child Transport.

Wednesday I walked through Central Park in the still-gorgeous weather, got a haircut, walked down to 48th street to check out the guitar shops, and then back to Circuit City at Union Square where I bought my new HP laptop. For $59, Circuit City offers a package of a laptop bag, wireless router, and flash drive. AND, they offer a free (with rebate) Lexmark printer with purchase of a laptop. My big mistake was buying Microsoft Office[3] and having Firedog (Circuit City’s answer to Best Buy’s Geek Squad) install it along with Norton. D’oh! That only took 3 hours and some exorbitant bench fee I don’t want to remember. I then began the hunt for a hard drive enclosure, which they didn’t have in stock. During my 3-hour wait I wandered around and checked at Radio Shack where the very helpful sales guy tried THREE enclosures, none of which fit my drive. Eventually my laptop was ready and I schlepped it, the printer, and my router back to the apartment. Ugh. Tired. And then there was the support call ordeal of setting up my router, but I’ve bored you enough. Now the fun part…

Thursday morning I returned a message from a recruiter, and we set up a meeting at 3 p.m. It went pretty well. He said he’d be setting up several interviews for me. Here’s a phrase you want to hear when you’re meeting with a job placement specialist: “substantial raise in pay.” Of course, most of that is the cost of living increase between Arkansas and New York. Afterward I went to a different Circuit City, right around the corner from the recruiter’s office, and picked up a hard drive enclosure. Wish me luck.

1.) Um, that would be a big hell no.
2.) Not surprisingly, this was not an option they proposed. I consulted my technology brain trust of Brian and Brandon.
3.) Thinking I’d need Word for resumes, etc, but I probably won’t.

As I start my week here in New York, I’m taking stock of the fully completed road trip across the US.

Western leg estimated total: 6,000 miles
Eastern leg estimated total: 3,000 miles
Rock chips: 2 (courtesy of Phoenix and rural Wyoming)
Friends visited: 31
Friends made: 5
Traffic violations: None
States visited: 21
Major cities visited: 13
Major cities passed through: 8
Time Zones: 4 and one Daylight Savings Time shift
Couches slept on: 6
Futons/Hide-a-beds: 2
Inflatable beds: 4
Floors: 2
Actual beds: 3 (not counting motels)

This blog entry was actually started back in Harrison, but last Friday my laptop died, so I’m typing this on my new HP laptop. The trials and tribulations of my computer situation will be coming soon.

Two years ago they said she’d have only 6-8 months to live. Lung cancer first, bone cancer later, plus congestive heart failure. She stuck around for Christmas, as I’ve heard the dying can do – she was a planner, an organizer, so why should death be any different? The denouement after Christmas saw her decline rapidly. She made it as easy on us all as she could; only a couple of days in her own bed – no hospitals, no drama, not much more fuss than usual. Maybe subconsciously I knew there was a good reason to delay my departure to New York until the 7th.

She was the grandparent to whom I was always closest. We lived in the same neighborhood, so hers was a constant presence in my life. For most of my life she tended to her disabled husband, who suffered a stroke before I was born, and who left us in the mid-1990’s. She provided me with the creative gene, and her cleverness manifested itself in everything from conventional painting to unconventional dessert items. Her father was a Beaux Arts-trained architect in Des Moines who designed many beautiful buildings, most of which have been demolished now because that’s how America works.

Some of my fondest memories are her eccentric Christmas gifts: Balsa wood gliders[1], plants, meats and cheeses. I could always get her something cat-related or a book of cryptoquotes; she was always easy to please. She was really everything you could ask for in a grandmother: instructive[2] but not condescending, sweet but not saccharine, out of touch but not shrill, and most importantly she always had candy and snacks somewhere.

It’s a strange feeling not having grandparents anymore.

1.) Which I received annually from age 3 to age 29. We suspect there may be a cache in the house somewhere.
2.) She taught me the Lord’s Prayer before I even knew what the word “trespasses” meant.

Road trip back down South has been uneventful. My first stop was the Ikea in Jersey where I had to return something. After the previous day’s adventure I went with the only route I trusted: through the industrial wastes of Elizabeth. I stopped off at the port and took some pictures, including a Bay of Pigs Memorial. I’m not sure how many of these there are in the US, but if there is only one, it somehow fits that it would be located in New Jersey. I spent another night in Alexandria hanging out with Tracy, then headed for Nashville for a couple of days with Shelley, whose dog tore into my Sports Night DVDs while we were out. After that I headed south to Huntsville to hang out with Amy and Jeff. Mostly we watched episodes of the new Dr. Who series, with which I’m now obsessed. I really should have taken more pictures, but I did get a shot of the Egg Beater Jesus mosaic. Hoping to find some curiosities in rural Tennessee I took Highway 57 to Memphis, but only found a couple things worth shooting.

Memphis has been fun as always, and after the mid-30’s temperatures in New York, I welcome the fact that I could wear a short-sleeved shirt today. I’m staying with Chris, and today I got to catch up with Roy and Christy. I met Christy’s new twins, Vaughn and Colter. Christy was looking for something unique and liked my name enough to give it to one of her children. I think he’s the only other Colter I’ve actually met.

Tomorrow Chris and I will drive up to Blytheville to hang out with his cousin and my old college chum, Molly, who just had her second child. More babies! Oy vey.

Yesterday I wandered around Brooklyn with various guitar stores marked on my map to sort of belay my otherwise loose path. I found some great surprises, like the sad robot and the down-and-out Pooh. I walked up Flatbush Avenue, where I found a great Hamer guitar for $119 that I DID NOT BUY. I’m proud of myself. Of course, what I haven’t told many people is that I bought yet another guitar last month when Sigler Music went out of business. My old student Fred gave me an Eric Johnson signature Fender stratocaster at COST. Still more than I usually like to spend on a guitar, but this was an offer I couldn’t refuse. And if I don’t like it, I could easily flip it and make $300 or more. Here’s the guitar it’s patterned after, and the man himself.

But I digress. At the end of Flatbush avenue is Manhattan Bridge, so I went down to the river[1] and found a great little bookstore. I picked up some bargains – a photo journal of 50 years of living in New York, a graphic design annual, and Jeanette Winterson’s Written on the Body in hardcover. The former two I’ll slice up and make wallpaper out of eventually. From there I walked the promenade to the Brooklyn Bridge. Then back to the flat to prepare for a night at Arlene’s Grocery where my friend Mandy from Nashville played a show. We went to Piano’s afterward for rock trivia. The group I played with won, naturally. Who else would know that the bass player who co-wrote much of Blizzard of Ozz was Bob Daisley? Or that the original rhythm guitarist for Oasis was named “Bonehead”? I think I may have found my calling in life. Afterward we had sushi. Good times.

Today. Today was complex. I knew that getting to Ikea in Elizabeth, New Jersey, was going to be tricky, but I didn’t realize it was going to be an odyssey. I took a wrong turn when I got to New Jersey and ended up in Sayreville, hometown of Bon Jovi. My trusty road atlas told me that I wasn’t too far from Leonardo, which is where Clerks was filmed. I knew from previous research that the Quick Stop was easy to find, and sure enough it was. So that made the adversity worthwhile. Because Ikea was hard to find. It’s on Exit 13A, and when I saw the sign for Exit 13, it said that the next exit would be 3 miles. So logically the next exit would be called “Exit 14” or perhaps some higher number, right? Nope. New Jersey LIED to me. Never trust New Jersey. I didn’t trust New Jersey so I took Exit 13, which as you rise up above the freeway gives you a lovely view of Exit 13A. Jersey will punk a b*tch. If you need further proof, I got home and assembled one of my items only to discover that I apparently grabbed a box from the wrong bin. Oh well.

Also, for no reason at all…more windfarms! Naturally David Gallagher always goes everywhere before me, and gets the shots I never have the time or talent to get. These are the windfarms outside Palm Springs of which I didn’t get any decent pictures.

1.) A neighborhood referred to as “DUMBO,” for “Down Under Manhattan Bridge Overpass.”

I’ve been taking it easy these first few days, running around during the day but not going out at night. Yesterday I walked from my place across the Brooklyn Bridge to Manhattan as far as Greenwich Village, about 5 miles or so. No particular destinations, just taking everything in at a leisurely pace. I also visited my friend Arika, who lives about 10 blocks away from me.

Today I lazed around the apartment until about 2PM, reading up on my neighborhood[1], checking on airfare[2], and updating my profile at Aquent, a tech/creative staffing firm that I’m hoping to sign on with for temp gigs. Eventually I got out and wandered up Smith Street’s “Restaurant Row.” I settled on a nice Irish pub, Ceol[3], where I had a truly fine slow pint of Guinness and the requisite fish and chips. Walking back, I meandered through the pricey brownstones of Cobble Hill and Carroll Gardens, where it was apparently trash night. One fine resident had set out some books for the taking, one of which was The Rough Guide: New York City. It’s a British edition from 2000, but I took it with me figuring that’s what I was supposed to do.

I may run out to Ikea in Jersey on Tuesday or Wednesday. After that I should be headed out of town on Thursday to make my way back to Arkansas with more time spent in Tennessee, Alabama and Virginia along the way.

Oh, and I almost forgot: meet my roommate.

1.) Red Hook has an Ikea under construction about 12 blocks from me! Oh the joys!
2.) I’m going to fly back here from Arkansas after the new year. January 7th to be exact.
3.) Pronounced “keel,” which is Gaelic for “music.”

I’m now sitting in my apartment in Brooklyn watching a light snow fall. Pictures now on Flickr. The drive went well, although there was a lot of sleet and rain from DC to Baltimore. I think I paid $16 in tolls between Maryland, Delaware, New Jersey and New York. I only had to drive through Brooklyn for a few miles, so I only had a small taste of NYC traffic. The BQE[1] is one crappy, pothole-encrusted stretch of elevated freeway. Fortunately the apartment was easy to find, AND I got a sweet unmetered parking spot around the block that’s good until street cleaning on Thursday. Unfortunately there’s no parking on my street, but the parking spot is so close that I can only assume it’s part and parcel of the series of good fortunes that have brought me here.

I had a great time living at Tracy’s for a couple of days. We watched Ocean’s Thirteen and the first two discs of Sports Night. Tuesday night we had Thai, Wednesday night we ordered out (calzone and sandwiches), and Thursday night we made a proper dinner[2]. Good times.

Pictures of the neighborhood coming soon.

1.) Brooklyn-Queens Expressway. Because I have to use the lingo.
2.) And by that I mean we picked up a rotisserie chicken and bag of salad from the grocery store, plus instant mashed potatoes.