tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300660532011-06-08T02:29:12.982-04:00A travel blog. <br> Travel is any deviation from a standard route in which you experience something.<br>It could be to the deepest depths of the Uvs Nuur Lake, or, to the fridge and back.euroskipnoreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066053.post-1160758855051210672006-10-13T12:24:00.000-04:002006-10-13T15:05:17.916-04:00

we know that it is inevitable that when you travel, you learn. being recently back from a journey to amsterdam & belgium, i thought i'd share some learnin's. hopefully you will not find it *too* mundane. •maps should be used as a last resort - it's more fun to find your way back/to/from/here/there/home.•of course i can feel this way because i am blessed with a damn good sense of direction. but

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...as I make my way down Hudson Street, the approach from the north down to Ground Zero mostly silent save for the rude honks from passing trucks and the occasional squeak of a bicycle. It's 11:30pm (a late night at the agency, duh) and the streets, usually empty, are punctuated by groups of three and four making their way down to the twin towers of blue light, a beacon of sorts. I pause, plastic

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West Indian Day in Brooklyn lends itself to a nice bike ride across the B bridge, but the real motivation is to begin filming a piece on a friend's eating habits... 6-pack in 6 weeks.What better way to kick it off than 4 rotis and some jerk chicken?I feel a slight connection with the crowd from my ventures down to Dominica, but that goes as fast as the sorrel juice and the camera battery. So,

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Does riding your bike around the city count as traveling?Sunday found me atop my noble steed riding all the fock over the city.Things I saw.1) The UN (no flags were up, not gonna lie-a little bit depressing.)2) The power plant on the east side from close up (it’s right next to some projects, it’s sort of depressing too.) 3) McCarren Park. There was a show playing (Deerhoof?) in the pool there.

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It's Thursday and I'm arguing with Dave over IM as to who has the higher credit score. It's the yuppie arm-wrestling.Work ends uneventfully, except for the excitement of getting off the island this weekend. "Call me spicy," I relay to Steph. "Huh?""I want my nickname to be spicy. I've decided." She's quick to reply that one cannot name (or nickname) himself. After a bit of whining and refusing

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I think I'm allergic to New York.I realized that on the plane ride home, the first thing I ate was also the first processed food I had in 2 weeks. It never would have bothered me before, but I was deathly insulted that American Airlines would pass out a bag of Lay's potato chips as a snack. "If you want to eat, and therefore, survive, you will support the fattening of our children," is how I read

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At the dive shop I have to wait a quite a while for the cruise ship to dock and some stragglers to join the boat. When the gargantuan vessel docks, white people belch over, "looks like pouring milk into coffee," I quip to some hang-arounders, they dig the analagy. I repeated it a few times to new audiences, and I think they could sense it had lost its luster.Big Dave takes us out (he is very big)

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The 30th birthday. One that many women dread. Not only do we face the same life-evaluating questions surrounding our careers, our futures, our past, our very souls…but we, I suspect more than men, get obsessed with the aesthetic implications of age: wrinkles, cellulite, cellulite, gray hairs, arm fat, saggy breasts, cellulite, dull skin, looking old, and cellulite.I turned 30 on July 14th.

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“The Fort Young is the nicest hotel in Roseau,” Dominica Tourism reassured me, “You’ll be right next door.”The Garraway is supremely adequate and just around the corner from my hotel, I discover the perfect pastry shop. Normally that's the sort of thing you figure out on the way back to the airport, but I had plenty of time to sicken myself of its delights. Some fantastic banana bread and some

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Any doubts I may have had about Karma occuring within a single lifetime were settled on a recent drive to Cleveland. I got payback for all those backseat childhood fights I used to have with my brother on long hauls to Grandma’s. And make no mistake about it, payback is a bitch. For eight hours (each way!) my sons, B and J, teased, taunted and tortured each other while my wife C tried to sleep,

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I can never remember which car service I like and which I hate, so I go with instinct and dial the sixes, 666-6666. A friendly voice reassures me, later confirmed at 4am by a cheery Indian driver, go with the six, seven is weaksauce.Falling asleep thinking of how to waterproof my underwear. 4 hours later I awake unprovoked, 45 minutes early. Thinking of waterfalls.1st song on the iPod (shuffle

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The idea of flying from New York City to Dallas–and back–in the same day is patently ludicrous, but due to a sadistic conspiracy of circumstances, that was our fate. I was traveling with two coworkers, H. and K., to make a new business presentation on a Friday afternoon. That meant leaving my home at 5:00 in the morning, taking a car service to LaGuardia, flying three and a half hours to Houston,

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A new way to work today.A fat lady was brown-bagging a pastry. I can only assume that she was a bit ashamed of her pre-breakfast and didn't want to show us strangers.Arriving to work, après completion of her illegitimate snack, she gaily fixes herself a fruit medley, showcasing her breakfast proudly by slowly stabbing the selected fruit with a small, white, plastic spork; turning it over before

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