Back on the road, now with less connectivity than ever. That sucks.
I'm back in NYC for the week and once again I'm staying in an apartment instead of a hotel and instantly I miss the little amenities hotel living affords - like being able to get online and having someone pick up after me every day.
As part of a cruel joke, there actually is a computer in the apartment and it can get online - but it only has a wireless keyboard that is apparently dying, and any typing prompts a window to appear in front of whatever you're typing to tell you that the keyboard is dying. The window promptly disappears as soon as you stop typing and the computer looks inviting and useful...but no. And for some reason it's the only machine that can successfully negotiate with the router and get online. Seriously, it's like someone designed a perfect little trap for my sanity. I suspect the cenobites are inside the walls, laughing.
Maybe not. Maybe I'm going a little crazy. I think that's a sure sign of being "at home" in NYC.
This city always amazes me, there's something pretty damn awesome about it. Not least of which is the fact that it holds several million people and only has space and seats for about ten thousand of them - so everything depends on just keeping everyone moving at all times.
I think I finally have been here enough to realize why friends that live here scoff when we come to town and ask to meet somewhere specific - since getting to your favorite sushi place (or really anything) means passing several hundred identical places, all of them probably just as great. Instead I've settled into just getting where I need to be and trusting that there will be a hundred good places to eat or get whatever I need within a couple blocks. So far that has worked out alright. Today it means grabbing coffee so I can get Wifi before heading to one of the many wicked cool Apple stores before getting BBQ for lunch with Larry.
Yesterday I ran a meeting in a room overlooking Times Square that required a magnetic ID card and a fingerprint scan to get into, which meant I got in and was essentially stuck for the day. Meeting meeting meeting. They're all the same. It was just long enough for me to forget completely where I was until I walked out the front door and right into the wall of flashing lights and ads. Oh yeah, I'm right in the middle of everything. Neat.
Got a relatively free day today, have to make it into the office at some point to pick up some gear before returning to Brooklyn to get some work done. Get to see some friends for not quite long enough and then back to work for tomorrow's gig, which runs right through the lighting of the giant Rockafeller Xmas tree. And I think I'll be right in the area, which means the normally constant motion is going to grind to a crawl.
For now I have a little online time on my crappy laptop so it seemed like a good time to put up the periscope in the blogosphere. Firing off a few dozen emails and then back to running silent....
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