Yeah. We Went.
NYC, especially the East Village, seems to have way more than it's fair share of crazy folks. It's obviously some sort of Mecca for all sorts, but especially the crazies. I haven't even spent much time to come up with my own hypotheses on the matter but that was one of the two clear negatives I came back with from our trip yesterday. That and NYC has quite a few very angry black women...and I mean seriously permanantly angry-at-the-world kind of don't-even-look-at-anything-within-five-feet-of-me with the laser-beam eyeball capability scowl kind of angry. I guess by negative in the sense I'm using it here I mean I don't get it, and I really don't think I want to...not if it means being a crazy NYC park-dweller or permanently frustrated angry black woman. Those are two experiences I don't need to own. My cup runneth over already, thank you.
The bus trip up to Manhatten on the Chinatown express was fine; better than a Greyhound in that the fare was less and the AC actually worked, but to my disappointment the promised Kung-Fu movies never made themselves evident. The return trip, on possibly the same vehicle tho who knows since there are more than several of them, became excruciating about fourty miles still outside of Philly mostly due to the inability of the insurance broker from Yonkers crammed in directly behind us to keep from yapping cronically about crap better saved for some bored over-priced suburban psycho-therapist. I was very well behaved despite my sweatdrenched discomfort and heat and fatigue induced screaming migraine in that I did not turn around while standing in my seat get in her face and totally verbally dress her down.
"Take a f'ing hint already lady, after six f'ing invites, it's not about the f'ing dog. She just doesn't want to spend an entire weekend listening to you whine about your 'no worries' self and your once-a-week construction overseer boyfriend so shut your f'ing yap and let some of us here have just a few f'ing moments of f'ing peace." or something along those lines. The two young hunnies drinking from a flask and doing lines not unobtrusively off each others fore-arms was a bit annoying too. But the Guy relented his much cherished window seat to me on request so I didn't have to sit there watching them ineptly and stuntedly cavort when I'd've rather slept or at least zoned out a bit. Zoning out wasn't in the cards at that point, I suppose, since the seat change seemed to trigger the the beginnings of the auto-yap response in the aforementioned broker.
I'm not getting into the missing/found wallet-on-the-bus incident, yet. It's just wierd, but a done thing.
As far as business, I'll just say we resolved several administrative issues that had previously been clouding the waters. Parameters are good, very good, even for a life and business style of open-ended artistic expression and whatever other high-falutin' ideology I don't have the mental aquity at this point in time to muster, when the necessity financial structuring makes itself apparent.
We visited B+H Camera. Wow. After everything else we'd already done up to that point, it put my on system overload. All I really remember right now was the Leika shutter response being 'like butter'(my words). I'm beginning to see why the Guy is so into the whole experience recap thing, so I think I'll complain less about it from now on.
I'm no longer insulted by the term Rocket Scientist.
Oh. If he mentions it I found those slides first. Obviously it's a shared interest, but I'm just sayin'. And no, I'm not three years old, but I get terratorial about ideas, and I did see them and start picking them up first. When he gets back from his shoot and meeting and stuff today I'll specifically ask him to show me how to use his light table. I'll post them on foundobjects if I can get a good digital shot.
And, yep. The sex is still hot...even in the slightly bitched about by the Guy arctic temps in our air conditioned bedroom.
The bus trip up to Manhatten on the Chinatown express was fine; better than a Greyhound in that the fare was less and the AC actually worked, but to my disappointment the promised Kung-Fu movies never made themselves evident. The return trip, on possibly the same vehicle tho who knows since there are more than several of them, became excruciating about fourty miles still outside of Philly mostly due to the inability of the insurance broker from Yonkers crammed in directly behind us to keep from yapping cronically about crap better saved for some bored over-priced suburban psycho-therapist. I was very well behaved despite my sweatdrenched discomfort and heat and fatigue induced screaming migraine in that I did not turn around while standing in my seat get in her face and totally verbally dress her down.
"Take a f'ing hint already lady, after six f'ing invites, it's not about the f'ing dog. She just doesn't want to spend an entire weekend listening to you whine about your 'no worries' self and your once-a-week construction overseer boyfriend so shut your f'ing yap and let some of us here have just a few f'ing moments of f'ing peace." or something along those lines. The two young hunnies drinking from a flask and doing lines not unobtrusively off each others fore-arms was a bit annoying too. But the Guy relented his much cherished window seat to me on request so I didn't have to sit there watching them ineptly and stuntedly cavort when I'd've rather slept or at least zoned out a bit. Zoning out wasn't in the cards at that point, I suppose, since the seat change seemed to trigger the the beginnings of the auto-yap response in the aforementioned broker.
I'm not getting into the missing/found wallet-on-the-bus incident, yet. It's just wierd, but a done thing.
As far as business, I'll just say we resolved several administrative issues that had previously been clouding the waters. Parameters are good, very good, even for a life and business style of open-ended artistic expression and whatever other high-falutin' ideology I don't have the mental aquity at this point in time to muster, when the necessity financial structuring makes itself apparent.
We visited B+H Camera. Wow. After everything else we'd already done up to that point, it put my on system overload. All I really remember right now was the Leika shutter response being 'like butter'(my words). I'm beginning to see why the Guy is so into the whole experience recap thing, so I think I'll complain less about it from now on.
I'm no longer insulted by the term Rocket Scientist.
Oh. If he mentions it I found those slides first. Obviously it's a shared interest, but I'm just sayin'. And no, I'm not three years old, but I get terratorial about ideas, and I did see them and start picking them up first. When he gets back from his shoot and meeting and stuff today I'll specifically ask him to show me how to use his light table. I'll post them on foundobjects if I can get a good digital shot.
And, yep. The sex is still hot...even in the slightly bitched about by the Guy arctic temps in our air conditioned bedroom.