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Oct. 6th, 2010 11:44 pmAs I write, a big scary ad for scientology is on the right of my screen. Mmm... these targeted ads seem a little off.
I promise to post my pics of New York soon - somewhere. I'm not sure they're terribly interesting as I just took stuff I was blinking at, but I'm proud of the ground I managed to cover. I started out with a tour of Borders in Madison Sq. Gardens - said 'hello' to books by Freda Warrington, Storm Constantine, Andy Remic and Mark Newton - nice to see them so far from home, then Macy's, Hello Kitty, Times Square, 42nd Street (thought about seeing a show, but the cheapest seat in the Bono Spiderman musical was $67. What a cock!). I then went to the bay... I had been unimpressed thus far. The buildings were big and shiny, true, but I don't like 'big' too much. However, when I got to the bay, my attitude to NYC went up a notch or two.
All along the bay is a stretch of pathways and piers built with interesting parks and gardens. People sit and look at the water, or read, or do their exercise. It's a place given over to tranquility and relaxation, with a focus away from the material things.There are water fountains all the way down, and poetry and sculpture abound. It becomes easier to see why so many writers like to call NYC home.
I got to Battery Park, then took the ferry to Liberty Island and Ellis Island - the museum there is great. I was amused by the people checking the interactive displays to check how many people of particular ethnic origins they disliked called the US home.
When I got back,the sun was dipping as I walked past Ground Zero where Black Power preachers backed away from touts selling disaster memorabilia, and most people just tried to walk past as quickly as they could. My route meandered a bit as I tried to find China Town - I found it, ate some lovely noodles, then walked back through Little Italy to take in the carnival. It was rammed.
I can't really give the place justice without going on for years, but I think I walked 12 miles or so over the course of the day - I was able to plot 10 on the map up to the point where I just got too tired and had to get a cab back to the station, and that didn't include shopping or the island trips. However, I think I'll leave it there. Sometimes the pictures in your head are enough, and they're just for me.
I promise to post my pics of New York soon - somewhere. I'm not sure they're terribly interesting as I just took stuff I was blinking at, but I'm proud of the ground I managed to cover. I started out with a tour of Borders in Madison Sq. Gardens - said 'hello' to books by Freda Warrington, Storm Constantine, Andy Remic and Mark Newton - nice to see them so far from home, then Macy's, Hello Kitty, Times Square, 42nd Street (thought about seeing a show, but the cheapest seat in the Bono Spiderman musical was $67. What a cock!). I then went to the bay... I had been unimpressed thus far. The buildings were big and shiny, true, but I don't like 'big' too much. However, when I got to the bay, my attitude to NYC went up a notch or two.
All along the bay is a stretch of pathways and piers built with interesting parks and gardens. People sit and look at the water, or read, or do their exercise. It's a place given over to tranquility and relaxation, with a focus away from the material things.There are water fountains all the way down, and poetry and sculpture abound. It becomes easier to see why so many writers like to call NYC home.
I got to Battery Park, then took the ferry to Liberty Island and Ellis Island - the museum there is great. I was amused by the people checking the interactive displays to check how many people of particular ethnic origins they disliked called the US home.
When I got back,the sun was dipping as I walked past Ground Zero where Black Power preachers backed away from touts selling disaster memorabilia, and most people just tried to walk past as quickly as they could. My route meandered a bit as I tried to find China Town - I found it, ate some lovely noodles, then walked back through Little Italy to take in the carnival. It was rammed.
I can't really give the place justice without going on for years, but I think I walked 12 miles or so over the course of the day - I was able to plot 10 on the map up to the point where I just got too tired and had to get a cab back to the station, and that didn't include shopping or the island trips. However, I think I'll leave it there. Sometimes the pictures in your head are enough, and they're just for me.
