Sunday, March 20, 2005
The Sweet Familiar
AHH, back in NYC again. Not for the week, of course, but to even spend a day in the city is such a relief. Tomorrow I'll be flying down to Florida for a visit with Mom, certainly not to cavort on the beach with co-eds.
Last night I hung out with my friends in the 'burbs and drank wine (from a box) while playing poker. I'm a little worried that poker is becoming a frequent pastime for our group and for some reason we have to play for money too. It's a fun game and all, but why must I spend money simply to hang out with my friends?
I came into the city this morning via the train. Dad and I had a pleasant day. I helped him perform some routine maintenance on his computer and we went down to The Angelika to see Gunner Palace, a documentary about the war in Iraq. While there was some fascinating footage of our soldiers and Iraqis in action, I felt the overall presentation was confusing. The filmmaker provided a narration which felt cheesy at times, and the events shown in the course of the film seemed entirely random. A documentary should try and tell a story, even if it's following numerous persons who may not be connected. Comparing this film to the superior Control Room shows how much better this movie could have turned out.
After the film, we walked down to Katz's Deli for dinner. I got the pastrami and I loved it. Walking out, we couldn't help but notice the baked goods for sale next door and ended up eating éclairs for dessert. Sadly, they had cream inside instead of custard but I still enjoyed it. The food in the real world is simply 100 times better than the dorm food I've been forced to accept on a daily basis. Even if I couldn't spend time with my friends and family on break I would travel just to eat decent meals for a change.
I was deeply unsettled by one thing, though. While driving back uptown from the Houston area, we drove past Astor Place and the Cube was gone! In its place was a white frame, almost like an outline of the original cube was holding its place. I was worried that some prankster had damaged the cube or some wealthy asshole had purchased and moved it somewhere else. A quick web search when we returned turned up this page which has a picture of city workers taking the cube away. It seems it just needed repair. Glad to hear it won't be gone for long and that lots of other people were upset to see it go. I also learned the real name of the cube: The Alamo.
Fuck that shit, it's still the Cube in my book.
Last night I hung out with my friends in the 'burbs and drank wine (from a box) while playing poker. I'm a little worried that poker is becoming a frequent pastime for our group and for some reason we have to play for money too. It's a fun game and all, but why must I spend money simply to hang out with my friends?
I came into the city this morning via the train. Dad and I had a pleasant day. I helped him perform some routine maintenance on his computer and we went down to The Angelika to see Gunner Palace, a documentary about the war in Iraq. While there was some fascinating footage of our soldiers and Iraqis in action, I felt the overall presentation was confusing. The filmmaker provided a narration which felt cheesy at times, and the events shown in the course of the film seemed entirely random. A documentary should try and tell a story, even if it's following numerous persons who may not be connected. Comparing this film to the superior Control Room shows how much better this movie could have turned out.
After the film, we walked down to Katz's Deli for dinner. I got the pastrami and I loved it. Walking out, we couldn't help but notice the baked goods for sale next door and ended up eating éclairs for dessert. Sadly, they had cream inside instead of custard but I still enjoyed it. The food in the real world is simply 100 times better than the dorm food I've been forced to accept on a daily basis. Even if I couldn't spend time with my friends and family on break I would travel just to eat decent meals for a change.
I was deeply unsettled by one thing, though. While driving back uptown from the Houston area, we drove past Astor Place and the Cube was gone! In its place was a white frame, almost like an outline of the original cube was holding its place. I was worried that some prankster had damaged the cube or some wealthy asshole had purchased and moved it somewhere else. A quick web search when we returned turned up this page which has a picture of city workers taking the cube away. It seems it just needed repair. Glad to hear it won't be gone for long and that lots of other people were upset to see it go. I also learned the real name of the cube: The Alamo.
Fuck that shit, it's still the Cube in my book.
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