The cruise to St John and Halifax was the first time I've been east of Quebec City, but because I took the seafaring route from New York, I was totally dissociated from any feeling of being east of Quebec. It was like I was a space alien and my interstellar travel pod had crash landed in Sleepytown, Canada. Twice.

In St John, I went to a place ( Read more... )

Phew. Over the weekend, I wandered up and down Broadway for hours, sat in on a speak-out in Union Square, stared at a real-life Francis Bacon painting in MoMA, viewed Ground Zero at the World Trade Center site, crashed a Columbia University law students' party, avoided a man walking down the street clanging together a pair of butcher's knives, ate ( Read more... )