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It's once again time to prepare to fly. My bags are packed (mostly); I'm ready to go (mostly); I don't have a taxi waiting down below, but since my ride to the airport is asleep in the room basically directly beneath me, I'm going to call it close enough for government work. (I like cars-of-friends better than I like taxis, anyway. They don't charge me as much when I suddenly demand we stop for soda.)
It's been a good trip. I didn't get to see nearly as many people as I hoped, on a social basis, but I got a lot of work done, and had a lot of business meetings, and it was good. A distressing number of these business meetings involved feeding me. I will now return to California and live on salad, peas, and carrot sticks for two weeks, while I wait for my body to issue a writ of forgiveness. But! I'm not sorry, because I have eaten cake-and-shake, frozen hot chocolate, some of the weirdest salads ever seen, pepper-encrusted Maine scallops, garlic fries (seriously, these were some high-class garlic fries), baked heirloom apples with homemade apple ice cream, and some of the best chicken and pea curry I've ever had. I have walked and I have wandered, I have pillaged and I've pondered, and I'm happy with the results.
New York is a fascinating place. I really do understand why some people view the concept of leaving as a sort of sacrilege, even as I understand that I'd go crazy and become a bridge troll in Central Park if I ever tried to live here. I like my yearly visits, and I enjoy the chance to see my publishers in their natural habitat, but I also like my world to be a bit greener. (Now, the Jersey Pine Barrens are another matter. I could totally live there. And then the Jersey Devil would eat me.)
It's been a good trip.
I am ready to be home.
It's been a good trip. I didn't get to see nearly as many people as I hoped, on a social basis, but I got a lot of work done, and had a lot of business meetings, and it was good. A distressing number of these business meetings involved feeding me. I will now return to California and live on salad, peas, and carrot sticks for two weeks, while I wait for my body to issue a writ of forgiveness. But! I'm not sorry, because I have eaten cake-and-shake, frozen hot chocolate, some of the weirdest salads ever seen, pepper-encrusted Maine scallops, garlic fries (seriously, these were some high-class garlic fries), baked heirloom apples with homemade apple ice cream, and some of the best chicken and pea curry I've ever had. I have walked and I have wandered, I have pillaged and I've pondered, and I'm happy with the results.
New York is a fascinating place. I really do understand why some people view the concept of leaving as a sort of sacrilege, even as I understand that I'd go crazy and become a bridge troll in Central Park if I ever tried to live here. I like my yearly visits, and I enjoy the chance to see my publishers in their natural habitat, but I also like my world to be a bit greener. (Now, the Jersey Pine Barrens are another matter. I could totally live there. And then the Jersey Devil would eat me.)
It's been a good trip.
I am ready to be home.
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Date: 2009-11-14 03:53 pm (UTC)The apple ice cream sounds so good right now.
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Date: 2009-11-15 01:53 am (UTC)Or maybe I'm just not listening to the right folks! :D
Thank you.
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Date: 2009-11-14 04:45 pm (UTC)RE the Jersey Devil: I've got a cousin who works in the Pine Barrens as a park ranger. He's never seen the Devil, but he's heard something cry out in the night there that he says is certainly not any native wildlife conventionally recognized by zoology, and has dealt with enough firsthand accounts from terrified campers that he has no doubts as to its existence.
And damn, now I want scallops. My Seafood Beast hasn't been fed for awhile.
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Date: 2009-11-14 05:45 pm (UTC)I dunno, the Jersey Devil might think of you as a kindred spirit. :-)
Is cake-and-shake what it sounds like -- a milkshake with cake in it? If it's anything like Ben & Jerry's Cake Batter ice cream, I'd so eat it.
I'd go crazy and become a bridge troll in Central Park if I ever tried to live here.
That sounds like a plot bunny if I ever heard one.
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Date: 2009-11-14 08:58 pm (UTC)I would go for the Denizen position at the Met, the Troll jobs are really out in the weather and it makes books mold.
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Date: 2009-11-15 01:20 am (UTC)Have a good flight.
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Date: 2009-11-15 03:10 am (UTC)Most of us in areas of Jersey to the north consider the Pine Barrens rather like most of the country considers Appalachia.
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