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I'm up in New York, where I'll be looking at art, scowling at motorists, and otherwise hanging out for a long weekend. Posting may be light, or, due to my hosts' wireless connection, posting as much as usual.

I got in at about 6pm last night, and I've already learned a few new things.

  • You can take liquor on the airplane, but you shouldn't put it in your checked baggage. I brought my hosts a bottle of Tito's Handmade Vodka - a local Austin spirit - and packed it in a suitcase. I worried about the pressure difference, but I worried more about breakage. Thanks to my bubble wrap skills, the bottle didn't break, but the seal broke, infusing my jeans with a few shots of vodka. I'm just glad I didn't bring bourbon.
  • Downloading the past few days of "The Daily Show" was a good idea. A little bit of Bittorrent goes a long way on the plane. A guy in the seat in front of me had a picture of his young daughter on his desktop, but spent the flight reading interviews with porn stars in FHM and watching episodes of "The Man Show" on DVD. Creepy!
  • You can take the Q33 bus from La Guardia to the subway, but that doesn't mean you should. It took at least 45 minutes to get from the airport to the R stop on Roosevelt. Although I would expect Q33 to be a major bus route, it bypassed major four-lane roads for a meandering neighborhood route on one-way, one-lane streets. I hate taking cabs, but apparently this is a situation where a cab ride is worth it.
  • If you've embarked on an hour-and-a-half long bus and train ride, and you're worried about that suspicious vodka smell coming from your suitcase, go ahead and open up your suitcase. I think I could have salvaged more of the bottle of Tito's with a little strategic re-arranging.

Anyway, today I'm planning to hit The Whitney and The Guggenheim and whatever else strikes my fancy. Maybe I'll have updates and maybe I won't.

Posted by McChris at August 18, 2005 06:07 AM
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Do not float. Only float.

No emergencies here. Only a big fucking sprawling city.

Yoda, of course, got his ass kicked at one point down on the corner of Bowery and East Broadway.

So there is caution to be taken, as always, but safety and love is a guarantee.

New York is less dramatic than any of us imagine.

Always pad your vodka, though. Always pad the liquor. The liquor is fragile and important. Pad it.

Posted by: Erich at August 18, 2005 11:22 PM
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