Gone to America

Maybe I’ll just make this a weekly update, at least until the move, or until something of note happens to me. The frustrating thing is, things do happen. I was at an interesting party at the weekend, but I can’t really write about it in an ostensibly public place. And work has had it’s moments (not right now, I’m feeding DATs), but those are private too. For very different reasons, obviously. I keep saying it’ll be more interesting when I get to New York, and it will, but not because I’ll be any less discreet. Well, maybe a little. But it’s more that the things that I do every day that are extraordinarily dull in a Dublin context will undoubtedly take on a romantic shimmer when bathed in the clear light of a Fall Manhattan afternoon. For an illustration, compare these two potential entries:

1) It was warm and sunny today as I walked along the Canal down to Baggot Street to buy a sandwich in Insomnia. It was nice, but expensive.

2) The chill wind blew straight through me as I struggled down Lexington to get my grilled cheese and tomato sandwich seasoned with cilantro and chipolte red pepper on potato onion dill from Amy’s Bread. I’ve become completely addicted. My plan had been to walk the three blocks east to the Park – always a good spot to eat – but I didn’t think I’d be able to chew while my teeth were chattering this badly. It was down to abominable coat choice on my part – It’s not as if I didn’t know it was going to be cold. I should have let the runner get me lunch, but I’d been working hard and wanted to see the outside before dark. A mistake. Maybe I should just hop on the subway for the trip back. It’s only one stop, but my feet are like blocks of ice – yeah, I’ll take the A train downtown…

I’m sorry about the change of tense in that second one, but it’s all made up anyway. I hope my point is made.

Apropos the things I can write about, my Dad’s laptop is still a brick. All it really needs is an operating system, so not much then. Broadband still a distant dream.