Staycation Day...what day is it?
So, here's the thing.
If you live alone, and set up staycation, you make all sorts of plans to do EVERYTHING, and end up getting not enough of anything done... be it in the stay in apartment/house/hidden bunker on federal forest land or in the get out and live it all outside of the apartment/house/hidden bunker on federal forest land.
If you live with someone who is relentlessly into spending time with you and seeing things, you end up not doing enough of the stay at the apartment/house/hidden bunker on federal forest land thing, but you see a lot more of the sun.
Guess which has more bonuses, if not technically better?
Wednesday, was a crashday. I fully believe that 90% of the time, I can't feel really tired until I rest, at which point my body says "ok. here's how close to collapse you are... time to be one with the couch." And while there were some cleaning and side job related things I could have done, James as media-absorbing-pancake time was needed.
Yesterday, was breakfast at Tom's (go when there isn't a line. Take a day off. Have the cherry lime rickey. It's like a Shirley Temple with BALLS, man. Wait... no, oh, it's on the screen. Too late for me to change it.) There are a lot of places in Brooklyn that have the same decor they had between 1945-1975 with minor changes, and they are predominantly good. (Like George's on Coney Island Avenue. Just for the love of god, give them a grant for better plumbing and ventilation) My personal favorite thing besides the food, and the stained glass doohickey in the middle, was it's wall of personalities.
The collection of autographs, save for a dude from the Wire and Sue Simmons was wonderfully obscure.
Next up, the Bronx Zoo. Which is not as hard to get to by train as many lead us to believe.
Ok... the bad things about Zoo's first. Not the question of whether there should be any. They ain't perfect, bad Zoo's should be taken over by good Zoo's, but of all the good/bad things in our relationship with our ecosphere, Zoo's are among the best good/bad things. Animals who would have died out exist, and have a chance to be reintrouced to the wild.
Of the 20 odd children and adults in each day camp group, or 85% of children and adults in each familial group, who act up and get how privileged they are to see the smallest animal there.. that includes the local ducks running around like squatters in Williamsburg when Giulliani was mayor... there are so many who get some illumination. Some moment of wonder at the Elephants, or some moment of understanding why that really funny looking vulture is worth saving.
Or you get a moment of eye contact with a gorilla, and understand you are looking at a being who is thinking and assessing the moment as much as you are. Quite possibly laughing at your need for pants, but still...
There is so much good that comes out of good Zoos, and so much great that comes out of amazing Zoos, that places like the Bronx Zoo, or the Brooklyn Zoo, or even Van Saun Park in Jersey, are wonderful, and oh so necessary for regular pilgrimage.
Wildlife Conversation Society folks. It's not just a branding change... it's a mission statement.
Otherwise, last night was mixed cleaning, resting up after a long day, and my first taste of God of War on the PS3. Oh, my ethically challenged and inappropriately related and dating Hellenic Gods, this game. I'll do some gaming round ups later, but GoWar is just such a visceral and satisfying play that rewards you for actively experimenting with your holy chains of destruction.
And yeah, you could see the chains weapon as metaphor. Please don't bring holy chains of destruction to a zoo, by the way. Just in case you thought that *I* thought the two great flavors should be brought together.
Back to work. Go to a Zoo. You need it.
If you live alone, and set up staycation, you make all sorts of plans to do EVERYTHING, and end up getting not enough of anything done... be it in the stay in apartment/house/hidden bunker on federal forest land or in the get out and live it all outside of the apartment/house/hidden bunker on federal forest land.
If you live with someone who is relentlessly into spending time with you and seeing things, you end up not doing enough of the stay at the apartment/house/hidden bunker on federal forest land thing, but you see a lot more of the sun.
Guess which has more bonuses, if not technically better?
Wednesday, was a crashday. I fully believe that 90% of the time, I can't feel really tired until I rest, at which point my body says "ok. here's how close to collapse you are... time to be one with the couch." And while there were some cleaning and side job related things I could have done, James as media-absorbing-pancake time was needed.
Yesterday, was breakfast at Tom's (go when there isn't a line. Take a day off. Have the cherry lime rickey. It's like a Shirley Temple with BALLS, man. Wait... no, oh, it's on the screen. Too late for me to change it.) There are a lot of places in Brooklyn that have the same decor they had between 1945-1975 with minor changes, and they are predominantly good. (Like George's on Coney Island Avenue. Just for the love of god, give them a grant for better plumbing and ventilation) My personal favorite thing besides the food, and the stained glass doohickey in the middle, was it's wall of personalities.
The collection of autographs, save for a dude from the Wire and Sue Simmons was wonderfully obscure.
Next up, the Bronx Zoo. Which is not as hard to get to by train as many lead us to believe.
Ok... the bad things about Zoo's first. Not the question of whether there should be any. They ain't perfect, bad Zoo's should be taken over by good Zoo's, but of all the good/bad things in our relationship with our ecosphere, Zoo's are among the best good/bad things. Animals who would have died out exist, and have a chance to be reintrouced to the wild.
Of the 20 odd children and adults in each day camp group, or 85% of children and adults in each familial group, who act up and get how privileged they are to see the smallest animal there.. that includes the local ducks running around like squatters in Williamsburg when Giulliani was mayor... there are so many who get some illumination. Some moment of wonder at the Elephants, or some moment of understanding why that really funny looking vulture is worth saving.
Or you get a moment of eye contact with a gorilla, and understand you are looking at a being who is thinking and assessing the moment as much as you are. Quite possibly laughing at your need for pants, but still...
There is so much good that comes out of good Zoos, and so much great that comes out of amazing Zoos, that places like the Bronx Zoo, or the Brooklyn Zoo, or even Van Saun Park in Jersey, are wonderful, and oh so necessary for regular pilgrimage.
Wildlife Conversation Society folks. It's not just a branding change... it's a mission statement.
Otherwise, last night was mixed cleaning, resting up after a long day, and my first taste of God of War on the PS3. Oh, my ethically challenged and inappropriately related and dating Hellenic Gods, this game. I'll do some gaming round ups later, but GoWar is just such a visceral and satisfying play that rewards you for actively experimenting with your holy chains of destruction.
And yeah, you could see the chains weapon as metaphor. Please don't bring holy chains of destruction to a zoo, by the way. Just in case you thought that *I* thought the two great flavors should be brought together.
Back to work. Go to a Zoo. You need it.