Thursday, April 23, 2009
yeesh
I just went out on a date with a girl who has been proposed to three times. I have to admit I found that intimidating. Great date though.
Monday, April 20, 2009
A lot beer goes into making wine
So I recently finished a stint working at the vineyard winery once again. Here is some snippets of my experience.
-I worked twelve straight days averaging 10 hours a day. That was kind of tough.
-The first day was the worst. I was going on 4.5 hours of sleep and sore as after playing nationals with a small squad and playing almost every point. That day was also the first of three involving mostly heavy lifting as the work.
-The first three days were very strange. We had 20-60 contract workers there doing hand grape picking. Despite my temporary status I was working for the vineyard directly so I was not picking but facilitating. That mostly involved taking the grapes they dropped into bins weighing 10-25 kilos (roughly 20-50 pounds) and picking them up and putting the fruit in larger bins being pulled by a four wheeler I would drive. It was hectic work because there were only so many small bins and we had to get them emptied and moved over so the pickers could keep going. There was also weird animosity between the contract workers and the regular staff.
-After that the vineyard work mainly involved nets. Reds are hand picked but white wine grapes are machine harvested. However to drive the harvester over them you have to take off these huge nets (the same ones I spent a week putting up a while back). So I was working to take off and tie up these huge nets. This was less grueling work but did get repetitive after seven straight days of it.
-While working in the vineyard I ate a shit ton of grapes. Wine grapes are amazingly delicious. I now see through the bullshit of table grapes and don’t know if I’ll ever be able to enjoy them again.
-I also got to spend some time working in the winery usually because Scooter and myself were willing to stay late and help. The winery would be going long after the vineyard workers had gone home. The work I did wasn’t super exciting stuff, but I did learn a lot about the wine making process. Also every once in a while I would get to do something that was pretty cool, at least at first. Getting to spray a huge hose of wine is pretty fun, it felt like something off Wild and Crazy Kids (much love Omar Gooding). Also rolling wine barrels end over end is pretty sweet. That and sticking your head into fermenting wine tanks in a neat experience. It’s all CO2 and Alcohol fumes and it’s pretty intense. It’s also why if you fall in you stand a solid chance of dying. Not joking.
-Like a surprising number of the jobs I have had there was a fair bit of drinking on the job. There was always beer in the fridge in the winery and owner was liberal with it, no one got drunk but most late nights in the winery involved a couple beers. Apparently there is a popular saying in the industry, “a lot of beer goes into making wine.”
-Not that I didn’t drink wine too. A couple of times when we stayed the owner , Paddy, or the wine makers girlfriend would bring in dinner and there was always wine around to drink with it. They trade free bottles with other wineries so there was plenty of variety. During one dinner Paddy decided to crack open seven different bottles of Sauvignon Blanc for five of us. We didn’t even approach drinking them all, we just tried them all and compared. Just from drinking with them I’ve learned enough phrases to con people into thinking that I have a refined palate.
-The people were very interesting. Paddy, the wine maker Braydon, and the vineyard manager Ollie were all very nice people with plenty to teach and the willingness to do so. Some of the people I worked with in the vineyard along with some of the people I stayed with (at a place where Scooter has been living) were not quite as sweet. Honestly they were very much country bumpkin stereotypes, but lacked any sort of charm that might have endeared me to them. There seemed to be a universal interest in the fact that I liked to read as it was clearly not a common activity. When the subject of careers came up one of the women I worked with suggested that I should, “get a job with books,” whatever that meant.
-All and all it was a good experience for me in a lot of ways. I made enough money to get me through the rest of my time here. I learned a good deal about an industry I knew little about before. I gained enough experience that it I worked at a vineyard/winery again I would be a better position then before (something I am definitely considering) as well as a contact/reference for such a job that could be very useful.
-I worked twelve straight days averaging 10 hours a day. That was kind of tough.
-The first day was the worst. I was going on 4.5 hours of sleep and sore as after playing nationals with a small squad and playing almost every point. That day was also the first of three involving mostly heavy lifting as the work.
-The first three days were very strange. We had 20-60 contract workers there doing hand grape picking. Despite my temporary status I was working for the vineyard directly so I was not picking but facilitating. That mostly involved taking the grapes they dropped into bins weighing 10-25 kilos (roughly 20-50 pounds) and picking them up and putting the fruit in larger bins being pulled by a four wheeler I would drive. It was hectic work because there were only so many small bins and we had to get them emptied and moved over so the pickers could keep going. There was also weird animosity between the contract workers and the regular staff.
-After that the vineyard work mainly involved nets. Reds are hand picked but white wine grapes are machine harvested. However to drive the harvester over them you have to take off these huge nets (the same ones I spent a week putting up a while back). So I was working to take off and tie up these huge nets. This was less grueling work but did get repetitive after seven straight days of it.
-While working in the vineyard I ate a shit ton of grapes. Wine grapes are amazingly delicious. I now see through the bullshit of table grapes and don’t know if I’ll ever be able to enjoy them again.
-I also got to spend some time working in the winery usually because Scooter and myself were willing to stay late and help. The winery would be going long after the vineyard workers had gone home. The work I did wasn’t super exciting stuff, but I did learn a lot about the wine making process. Also every once in a while I would get to do something that was pretty cool, at least at first. Getting to spray a huge hose of wine is pretty fun, it felt like something off Wild and Crazy Kids (much love Omar Gooding). Also rolling wine barrels end over end is pretty sweet. That and sticking your head into fermenting wine tanks in a neat experience. It’s all CO2 and Alcohol fumes and it’s pretty intense. It’s also why if you fall in you stand a solid chance of dying. Not joking.
-Like a surprising number of the jobs I have had there was a fair bit of drinking on the job. There was always beer in the fridge in the winery and owner was liberal with it, no one got drunk but most late nights in the winery involved a couple beers. Apparently there is a popular saying in the industry, “a lot of beer goes into making wine.”
-Not that I didn’t drink wine too. A couple of times when we stayed the owner , Paddy, or the wine makers girlfriend would bring in dinner and there was always wine around to drink with it. They trade free bottles with other wineries so there was plenty of variety. During one dinner Paddy decided to crack open seven different bottles of Sauvignon Blanc for five of us. We didn’t even approach drinking them all, we just tried them all and compared. Just from drinking with them I’ve learned enough phrases to con people into thinking that I have a refined palate.
-The people were very interesting. Paddy, the wine maker Braydon, and the vineyard manager Ollie were all very nice people with plenty to teach and the willingness to do so. Some of the people I worked with in the vineyard along with some of the people I stayed with (at a place where Scooter has been living) were not quite as sweet. Honestly they were very much country bumpkin stereotypes, but lacked any sort of charm that might have endeared me to them. There seemed to be a universal interest in the fact that I liked to read as it was clearly not a common activity. When the subject of careers came up one of the women I worked with suggested that I should, “get a job with books,” whatever that meant.
-All and all it was a good experience for me in a lot of ways. I made enough money to get me through the rest of my time here. I learned a good deal about an industry I knew little about before. I gained enough experience that it I worked at a vineyard/winery again I would be a better position then before (something I am definitely considering) as well as a contact/reference for such a job that could be very useful.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Kiwi Natties
So I recently participated in New Zealand Ultimate Nationals. This was my second foreign national championship and I thought I would compare it to my previous one.
Denmark/ New Zealand
Lame 2 day 3 game format/ Full Tournament
Played with Established Club/ Created my own team with friends
Team made up of myself, Shep and a bunch of Danes/ Myself, Shep, Pjay, Ben, Scooter, and six kiwis.
Practiced regularly for a couple months/ Pick up team with no practices
Dominated the tournament, won finals 17-5 / Good Competition, Close Games
Great Weather/ Okay but Windy
Amazing Dinner Saturday Night/ Average Party Saturday Night
A few people I knew/ Knew many people, many of my closest friends in the country
Had to borrow and give back my jersey/ Got sweet free jerseys due to plumbing company sponsorship (weird, I know)
Won the tournament in a blowout/ Won the tournament in a barn burner.
Cool, but mostly in that I got to say I was a Danish National Championship/ One of my best experiences in New Zealand.
Joey Shannon
2006 Danish National Champion
2009 New Zealand National Champion
Denmark/ New Zealand
Lame 2 day 3 game format/ Full Tournament
Played with Established Club/ Created my own team with friends
Team made up of myself, Shep and a bunch of Danes/ Myself, Shep, Pjay, Ben, Scooter, and six kiwis.
Practiced regularly for a couple months/ Pick up team with no practices
Dominated the tournament, won finals 17-5 / Good Competition, Close Games
Great Weather/ Okay but Windy
Amazing Dinner Saturday Night/ Average Party Saturday Night
A few people I knew/ Knew many people, many of my closest friends in the country
Had to borrow and give back my jersey/ Got sweet free jerseys due to plumbing company sponsorship (weird, I know)
Won the tournament in a blowout/ Won the tournament in a barn burner.
Cool, but mostly in that I got to say I was a Danish National Championship/ One of my best experiences in New Zealand.
Joey Shannon
2006 Danish National Champion
2009 New Zealand National Champion
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Wellington Whirlwind Weekend
So I am back in my old stomping grounds, Welly. It feels good to be back, there's a coming home vibe and it is nice to be in the one place in NZ that I really know. I am back in town for the NZ Ultimate National tournament but more on that in a second. For the weekend I am staying with the Milnes, the family Ben and I stayed with during out first two weeks in the city.
Tonight was great. It was awesome to see the Milnes again, I really enjoy the family. They have been so generous to us and for me are very representive of the Kiwi reputation for friendliness and good will. By chance they were having a little family dinner party. Chris' (the father) mother, sister and her nine and eleven year old girls were over. It was the nine year olds birthday tomorrow so it was a bit of celebration. The girls were great; the nine year old had an outgoing 'look at me, look at me, look at me' personality and the eleven year old was more understated and clever. We took to each other almost right away and spent most of the time leading up to dinner talking and playing 20 questions and 'I spy'. Both of the girls were also absolutely adorable. It's crap like this that is gonna get me stuck with kids of my own someday I'm afraid. Dinner was great with eleven of us crammed on a 6-8 person table. We shared some stories of our travels and the epic tale of our car breaking down and getting fixed had the crowd in stiches. After dinner the extended family went home and I resumed my previous post as resident math tutor helping Lucy, the fourteen year old, prepare for a test tomorrow.
Tomorrow should be a good day. I'm going bright and early into the city and will spend the day enjoying some of my favorite haunts. I'll get the Roti Chani from Satay Kingdom for lunch and stop in for a Flat White (NZ espresso drink similar to a Latte) at Astoria. Even better tomorrow is the first day of a test (5 Day) cricket match. It's the national team, the 'Black Caps' taking on India so it should be good. Were going to stop by for a few hours (they'll be playing for about six tomorrow) at the Basin Reserve, one of the best places to see cricket in the country. That Night I'll drop by the Baxi headquarters and surprise Tom, my old boss and friend and if I'm lucky his girlfriend and co-owner Vicki. They are two of the closest friends I've made here and it will be great to see them. After that I will be headed to the suburb of Brooklyn to a favorite bar, the Cornerstore, where I will be meeting our team for this weekend for drinks and will do my best to avoid getting pressured into taking multiple shots by the manager Joe.
I'm really looking forward to the weekend. The five of us out here managed to scrape together six more players (four of which are good, two of which are eh) to make our own team for the national tournament. It won't exactly be the level of play that I left back in that states but considering how out of shape and out of practice I am that is likely a good thing. Were just a pickup team, we haven't even all met yet, the five arizona guys and six kiwis. Our team name is the 'Coaltion of the Thrilling' a pun on Coalition of the Willing. I honestly don't know our chance because I don't have much of a concept of the competition we will be facing. There are ten teams and I'll be surprised it we aren't in the top four. We could also just win the damn thing. No matter what it will be the best disc I've played in ten months. This will be the fourth and last tournament I play in New Zealand. Ultimate in NZ has had it's ups and downs but most importantly it has once again put me in touch with great, high quality people who have become my friends. With the country being so small it's sometimes like one big ultimate community which is amazing. There are a number of people I will miss and will very likely never see again.
That is also what has hit me, saying goodbye. I don't leave the country for five weeks but after the end of the tournament on Sunday I head with Scooter immediately a couple hours north to spend a couple weeks working at the vineyard I worked at before to fund my last few weeks of travel. I won't be back in Wellington after that and other than a chance of catching a few Auckland Ultimate players on my way out of the country there is a lot of people to say goodbye to this weekend. The Milnes, my baxi friends, and ultimate friends comprise the strong majority of the people that have had an impact on me during my time here and after this weekend I will probobly never see them again. Its ... shitty. It's part of the deal when you live the transient lifestyle I guess, but it kind of sucks. For now though I am going to concentrate of having a great weekend. Besides the weather is supposed to be good tomorrow and like they say, "you can't be a good day Wellington".
Tonight was great. It was awesome to see the Milnes again, I really enjoy the family. They have been so generous to us and for me are very representive of the Kiwi reputation for friendliness and good will. By chance they were having a little family dinner party. Chris' (the father) mother, sister and her nine and eleven year old girls were over. It was the nine year olds birthday tomorrow so it was a bit of celebration. The girls were great; the nine year old had an outgoing 'look at me, look at me, look at me' personality and the eleven year old was more understated and clever. We took to each other almost right away and spent most of the time leading up to dinner talking and playing 20 questions and 'I spy'. Both of the girls were also absolutely adorable. It's crap like this that is gonna get me stuck with kids of my own someday I'm afraid. Dinner was great with eleven of us crammed on a 6-8 person table. We shared some stories of our travels and the epic tale of our car breaking down and getting fixed had the crowd in stiches. After dinner the extended family went home and I resumed my previous post as resident math tutor helping Lucy, the fourteen year old, prepare for a test tomorrow.
Tomorrow should be a good day. I'm going bright and early into the city and will spend the day enjoying some of my favorite haunts. I'll get the Roti Chani from Satay Kingdom for lunch and stop in for a Flat White (NZ espresso drink similar to a Latte) at Astoria. Even better tomorrow is the first day of a test (5 Day) cricket match. It's the national team, the 'Black Caps' taking on India so it should be good. Were going to stop by for a few hours (they'll be playing for about six tomorrow) at the Basin Reserve, one of the best places to see cricket in the country. That Night I'll drop by the Baxi headquarters and surprise Tom, my old boss and friend and if I'm lucky his girlfriend and co-owner Vicki. They are two of the closest friends I've made here and it will be great to see them. After that I will be headed to the suburb of Brooklyn to a favorite bar, the Cornerstore, where I will be meeting our team for this weekend for drinks and will do my best to avoid getting pressured into taking multiple shots by the manager Joe.
I'm really looking forward to the weekend. The five of us out here managed to scrape together six more players (four of which are good, two of which are eh) to make our own team for the national tournament. It won't exactly be the level of play that I left back in that states but considering how out of shape and out of practice I am that is likely a good thing. Were just a pickup team, we haven't even all met yet, the five arizona guys and six kiwis. Our team name is the 'Coaltion of the Thrilling' a pun on Coalition of the Willing. I honestly don't know our chance because I don't have much of a concept of the competition we will be facing. There are ten teams and I'll be surprised it we aren't in the top four. We could also just win the damn thing. No matter what it will be the best disc I've played in ten months. This will be the fourth and last tournament I play in New Zealand. Ultimate in NZ has had it's ups and downs but most importantly it has once again put me in touch with great, high quality people who have become my friends. With the country being so small it's sometimes like one big ultimate community which is amazing. There are a number of people I will miss and will very likely never see again.
That is also what has hit me, saying goodbye. I don't leave the country for five weeks but after the end of the tournament on Sunday I head with Scooter immediately a couple hours north to spend a couple weeks working at the vineyard I worked at before to fund my last few weeks of travel. I won't be back in Wellington after that and other than a chance of catching a few Auckland Ultimate players on my way out of the country there is a lot of people to say goodbye to this weekend. The Milnes, my baxi friends, and ultimate friends comprise the strong majority of the people that have had an impact on me during my time here and after this weekend I will probobly never see them again. Its ... shitty. It's part of the deal when you live the transient lifestyle I guess, but it kind of sucks. For now though I am going to concentrate of having a great weekend. Besides the weather is supposed to be good tomorrow and like they say, "you can't be a good day Wellington".
Friday, March 27, 2009
Bible Thoughts
Who would have ever thought that I would be entitling a post, ‘Bible Thoughts’? That was a rhetorical question, I’m quite sure no one bothers to spare thoughts on what I might title my blog posts. Frankly I’m rather surprised when anyone claims to have even read it. I’m downright flabbergasted when they’re telling the truth. But onto the good book.
So I’m about 10 days into my month-long bible-thon. Before I address my thoughts on the bible itself (and yes I will have audacity to critique the Bible at some point), I wanted to talke about my personal experience so far reading it.
First of all, let me say it has been grueling. To try and read the entire thing in one month I have been trying to go at about fifty pages a day. That’s really hard. My best guess is that I have been spending about three and a half hours a day reading. It’s been hard to fit it in. Since leaving Dunedin my days have been filled with a lot of driving and a lot of hiking. I’ve done a few two day hikes and some other walks. The Southern Alps of New Zealand is an amazing place and I continue to be struck by the contrasts I find in the scenery; Rainforest to cascading waterfalls, black sand beach to Alpine Glaciers. It is difficult for my to read in the car because I’m often driving, the drives are scenic and there are distractions abound, and the roads are windy and I’ve never had a strong stomach so it’s rare that I get much done in the car. This all means that vast majority of my spare time has been spent reading.
Also it ain’t exactly Harry Potter, the pages don’t just fly by. Don’t let anyone tell you that the Old Testament is a bunch of sexy fire and brimstone stuff. In fact I haven’t even come across the work Brimstone and I’m about half the way through the OT. The first five books, often know as the Torah or the Law was downright brutal. Virtually devoid of story except for the first half of Exodus and some of Deuteronomy it is mostly Geneologies (i.e. blah son of blah had these sons…) the Law, and censuses. The Law is just as bad most of the time. Although it has the commandments and some other interesting things it is mostly very specific instructions on how to make sacrifices to God, hold celebrations, and make yourself clean. It was dull and repetitive and difficult to get through.
Since then it has gotten better, the histories came after that and they were come and go okay. It was interesting reading about David and Solomon because they are referenced so often even today. So it was better and there were some legitimate stories. Still it was at times very repetitive, with even the same verbatim passages being repeated in different books. Getting through fifty pages (were not talking Dr. Seuss pages either, they pack the words in this thing, no pictures either) was still a challenge. Only recently has it been easier as I got into Psalms. However, I think that is mostly attributed to the fact that the verse style writing uses less words per page.
Also I find that I have never been more conscious of other people while reading than I have ever been before. There are few books as evocative as the Bible and I can’t help but wonder what people think when they see me reading it. It has forced me to be realistic about what I would expect of the type of person I saw reading a Bible mid-day on a park bench. Mostly I try to avoid notice; read off by myself, place it face down when I’m not reading it. This is partly because I don’t really have much interest in hearing people talk about the Bible. I don’t enjoy discussing faith unless it is with someone I know well and I have found myself drawn into ‘conversations’ where I am forced to listen to some self-righteous twenty-something tell me that Mother Theresa and the Pope should be held accountable for genocide because of their stance on contraception. I make a point not to go out of my way to say that I am not religious, but if someone asks why I am reading it I explain that it is an act of scholarship. Some people find it admirable, others are simply baffled that I would bother.
Still as much as I would like to believe I separate myself purely to avoid distraction or annoyance, if I’m honest there is something else. I’m kind of embarrassed. Although I have done my best to disabuse myself of contempt and marginalizing of organized religion and it’s devotees I find I still don’t like the idea of someone assuming I’m a devout Christian. I’ve had people think I was seventeen, gay, or even Canadian and none of those bothered me. It would appear I am not as devoid of that prejudice as I may have thought.
It’s not all negative though. There are some moments when reading the Bible evokes of a feeling to match the uniqueness of it’s place in the history of the world. For so many people it was the only book they owned or even the only one they would ever read and that means something. There are times like when I was by myself in my tent. It was a bit cold and rainy, and although I was in the tent because I wanted the solitude, I’ve always been comfortable in the company of my own thoughts, my mind started drifting to people I missed. I was a bit bored and not quite tired yet and knew that I didn’t do myself any good thinking of people I wished were there. So I pulled out my Bible. It’s not as if I went to some favorite passage or a section that I knew was appropriate, I just picked up where I left off. In that moment I was forced to wonder how many people had found themselves maybe a little cold, a little lonely, a little in need of comfort (if only comfort from boredom as in my case) and the only thing they could think to do was pick up there Bible. Maybe I’m forcing the issue but I felt on some level greater connected to humanity’s past at that moment in a way I haven’t from reading Shakespeare or Chaucer or Homer.
There’s something there.
So I’m about 10 days into my month-long bible-thon. Before I address my thoughts on the bible itself (and yes I will have audacity to critique the Bible at some point), I wanted to talke about my personal experience so far reading it.
First of all, let me say it has been grueling. To try and read the entire thing in one month I have been trying to go at about fifty pages a day. That’s really hard. My best guess is that I have been spending about three and a half hours a day reading. It’s been hard to fit it in. Since leaving Dunedin my days have been filled with a lot of driving and a lot of hiking. I’ve done a few two day hikes and some other walks. The Southern Alps of New Zealand is an amazing place and I continue to be struck by the contrasts I find in the scenery; Rainforest to cascading waterfalls, black sand beach to Alpine Glaciers. It is difficult for my to read in the car because I’m often driving, the drives are scenic and there are distractions abound, and the roads are windy and I’ve never had a strong stomach so it’s rare that I get much done in the car. This all means that vast majority of my spare time has been spent reading.
Also it ain’t exactly Harry Potter, the pages don’t just fly by. Don’t let anyone tell you that the Old Testament is a bunch of sexy fire and brimstone stuff. In fact I haven’t even come across the work Brimstone and I’m about half the way through the OT. The first five books, often know as the Torah or the Law was downright brutal. Virtually devoid of story except for the first half of Exodus and some of Deuteronomy it is mostly Geneologies (i.e. blah son of blah had these sons…) the Law, and censuses. The Law is just as bad most of the time. Although it has the commandments and some other interesting things it is mostly very specific instructions on how to make sacrifices to God, hold celebrations, and make yourself clean. It was dull and repetitive and difficult to get through.
Since then it has gotten better, the histories came after that and they were come and go okay. It was interesting reading about David and Solomon because they are referenced so often even today. So it was better and there were some legitimate stories. Still it was at times very repetitive, with even the same verbatim passages being repeated in different books. Getting through fifty pages (were not talking Dr. Seuss pages either, they pack the words in this thing, no pictures either) was still a challenge. Only recently has it been easier as I got into Psalms. However, I think that is mostly attributed to the fact that the verse style writing uses less words per page.
Also I find that I have never been more conscious of other people while reading than I have ever been before. There are few books as evocative as the Bible and I can’t help but wonder what people think when they see me reading it. It has forced me to be realistic about what I would expect of the type of person I saw reading a Bible mid-day on a park bench. Mostly I try to avoid notice; read off by myself, place it face down when I’m not reading it. This is partly because I don’t really have much interest in hearing people talk about the Bible. I don’t enjoy discussing faith unless it is with someone I know well and I have found myself drawn into ‘conversations’ where I am forced to listen to some self-righteous twenty-something tell me that Mother Theresa and the Pope should be held accountable for genocide because of their stance on contraception. I make a point not to go out of my way to say that I am not religious, but if someone asks why I am reading it I explain that it is an act of scholarship. Some people find it admirable, others are simply baffled that I would bother.
Still as much as I would like to believe I separate myself purely to avoid distraction or annoyance, if I’m honest there is something else. I’m kind of embarrassed. Although I have done my best to disabuse myself of contempt and marginalizing of organized religion and it’s devotees I find I still don’t like the idea of someone assuming I’m a devout Christian. I’ve had people think I was seventeen, gay, or even Canadian and none of those bothered me. It would appear I am not as devoid of that prejudice as I may have thought.
It’s not all negative though. There are some moments when reading the Bible evokes of a feeling to match the uniqueness of it’s place in the history of the world. For so many people it was the only book they owned or even the only one they would ever read and that means something. There are times like when I was by myself in my tent. It was a bit cold and rainy, and although I was in the tent because I wanted the solitude, I’ve always been comfortable in the company of my own thoughts, my mind started drifting to people I missed. I was a bit bored and not quite tired yet and knew that I didn’t do myself any good thinking of people I wished were there. So I pulled out my Bible. It’s not as if I went to some favorite passage or a section that I knew was appropriate, I just picked up where I left off. In that moment I was forced to wonder how many people had found themselves maybe a little cold, a little lonely, a little in need of comfort (if only comfort from boredom as in my case) and the only thing they could think to do was pick up there Bible. Maybe I’m forcing the issue but I felt on some level greater connected to humanity’s past at that moment in a way I haven’t from reading Shakespeare or Chaucer or Homer.
There’s something there.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Dunedin and the written word
Just left the city of Dunedin, one of the southern most cities in the world. A pleasant place with a rich Scottish heritage. I was there for about four days and other than an amazing night trip to see little blue penguins (the smallest penguin in the world) up close and it the wild my time there was mostly focused around the written word, either mine own or others.
I have been traveling with 1-4 other people for a while now. Recently it has been at least three or four. I love my friends and value them more than I can express right now. Still, for me being with people all the time is trying. I don't know why, I can do it and enjoy it, but every once in a while I simply need a break. Dunedin afforded this. Generally the other four stayed together and I sort of did my own thing for most of the days. Aside from some minor site seeing and a trip to the Otago museum (quality for a city of under 150,000) that mostly meant either things related to reading or writing.
I appreciate New Zealand more than any country save the one of my birth. Still most of it is in serious want of a good used-book store. I happen to have a healthy appreciation for a good used-book store. Even an average one for that matter. So far though, since I have left Wellington I have been unimpressed. Most of the places I run into are filled 80% with paperback trash. Most of it either romance novels or unsaleable crap. Gems can be found, at least in fiction. I tracked down a nice little copy of 'Gulliver's Travels' (Swift), which I rather unfortunately lost part the way through. I then found and made reasonable work of a nice hardback copy of 'The Personal History of David Copperfield' (Dickens). Since I finished that about a week ago I was without a book of my own and had been borrowing others. I read a clever little paperback call 'Lamb' (Moore) which reminded my of an old ambition (we'll get to that). Mostly I have been dying to read some non-fiction, something I haven't done in a while. Non-fiction is really hard to find in used-bookstores.
I was excited to learn that Dunedin had a reputation for having quality book shops and had a couple recomended to me by a book store owner in a small town I had recently been in. I stopped in a few and bought three books at one of the shops, a proper book-shop called Scribes. It was perhaps the most disparate three books I've ever bought.
First was The History of Europe by J.M. Roberts the author of the single volume history of the world I read a little over a year ago.
Second was 'The Earth, My Butt and Other Big Round Things' (Mackler) a generally critically aclaimed work of fiction ... aimed at adolescent girls. I love Young Adult literature and as I hope to write a YA novel, its 1 part research, 1 part fun.
Third is The Bible (God?). I've been meaning to do this one for a little while now. Since I bought it a number of people have asked me why. I'm not religious, though to be fair I have long since disaubused myself of my teenage angst anti-organized religion condescension. No this isn't an act of faith by of scholarship. It is important to me that I continue to learn and become a well rounded person academically, even outside of school (where I never learned much anyway). So why the Bible? Well regardless of your personally feelings on it's contents the Jewish/Christian Bible is the most influencial book, most influencial thing ever written. I could expand on why that is but I couldn't effectively tackle the subject in 1,000 or even 10,000 words. Instead I will leave it one statement: The Bible is overwhelmingly the most read book in the history of the world. If for now other reason that demands that it be read by anyone wishing to better understand our world.
But I'm going one step further. The copy of the bible that I purchased had amongst other helpful bits a guide reading the Bible in one year. If went day by day with 365 check boxes along with passages, in order that you would need to read each day to finish it in a years time. I scoffed, a year. Who needs a year to read the Bible. I know it's long, but come on. So one of my friends asked me how long I thought it would take me. I said I didn't know exactly, but I bet I could do it in a month if I really wanted to. The topic was discussed, they said I wouldn't do it. Too much time, too boring. Never one to back to down from a challenge (often as not to my detriment) I said I'd do it. So that's the plan, the entire Bible in a month. I'm on day three. It's already harder than I thought it would be but I'm ahead of pace. Still it will be tough to keep up. To do this I have to spend around 3 hours a day reading it. I've read Genesis, Exodus, and Leviticus so far, I'm on Numbers. Unfortunately aside from the first half of exodus this isn't exactly the most fun part to read. Theres virutally no story most of the time and it lacks the poetry of some of the later works. Still, I persevere. I think it's good that I am doing it this way. By reading it in a month I won't be too far removed from Genesis by the time I'm reading Revalations. It should help get the whole scope of the thing. At least for short time. I'm not going to save any thoughts on the material for now.
When I wasn't buying books or reading them I was writing. I spent a few hours writing that travel piece below and the rest of the time finishing the first draft of my first Novella. I think I've mentioned it here in the past but not for a long time. It is about a seventeen year old that gets a job washing dishes at an Italian restaraunt in San Francisco. It is inspired by my experience working at a restaraunt and some of the people I worked with. It is however by no means autobiographical, it is very much a work of ficiton. When it started it was supposed to be a short stort, about 7500 words, but I quickly realized that I would need something much larger for the scope of what was in my head. My expectations changed enough times that I stopped trying to predict the lenght and and just let it go. At the end of the first draft it's just over 35,000 words, but will likely get a little longer in revision. I had taken a break at around 22,000 words because I was traveling around a lot, but also because I had lost sense of where it was going and didn't know how to end it. Dunedin seemed to be the muse I needed. I wrote for hours a day over the next few days and surprised even myself by competing it. I'm generally pretty happy with the ending. I'm also proud of myself. I've worked hard on this and it's a big stepping stone for me as a writer. It is the longest, most fictional thing I have ever written. It also contained a great deal of dialogue, something I had been struggling with but am now a great deal more comfortable writing. It is still amatuerish even to myself when I read over it, but I can also see that I am getting better. When I look back to what I was writing in October and November it feels awful and that can only be a good thing.
I have been traveling with 1-4 other people for a while now. Recently it has been at least three or four. I love my friends and value them more than I can express right now. Still, for me being with people all the time is trying. I don't know why, I can do it and enjoy it, but every once in a while I simply need a break. Dunedin afforded this. Generally the other four stayed together and I sort of did my own thing for most of the days. Aside from some minor site seeing and a trip to the Otago museum (quality for a city of under 150,000) that mostly meant either things related to reading or writing.
I appreciate New Zealand more than any country save the one of my birth. Still most of it is in serious want of a good used-book store. I happen to have a healthy appreciation for a good used-book store. Even an average one for that matter. So far though, since I have left Wellington I have been unimpressed. Most of the places I run into are filled 80% with paperback trash. Most of it either romance novels or unsaleable crap. Gems can be found, at least in fiction. I tracked down a nice little copy of 'Gulliver's Travels' (Swift), which I rather unfortunately lost part the way through. I then found and made reasonable work of a nice hardback copy of 'The Personal History of David Copperfield' (Dickens). Since I finished that about a week ago I was without a book of my own and had been borrowing others. I read a clever little paperback call 'Lamb' (Moore) which reminded my of an old ambition (we'll get to that). Mostly I have been dying to read some non-fiction, something I haven't done in a while. Non-fiction is really hard to find in used-bookstores.
I was excited to learn that Dunedin had a reputation for having quality book shops and had a couple recomended to me by a book store owner in a small town I had recently been in. I stopped in a few and bought three books at one of the shops, a proper book-shop called Scribes. It was perhaps the most disparate three books I've ever bought.
First was The History of Europe by J.M. Roberts the author of the single volume history of the world I read a little over a year ago.
Second was 'The Earth, My Butt and Other Big Round Things' (Mackler) a generally critically aclaimed work of fiction ... aimed at adolescent girls. I love Young Adult literature and as I hope to write a YA novel, its 1 part research, 1 part fun.
Third is The Bible (God?). I've been meaning to do this one for a little while now. Since I bought it a number of people have asked me why. I'm not religious, though to be fair I have long since disaubused myself of my teenage angst anti-organized religion condescension. No this isn't an act of faith by of scholarship. It is important to me that I continue to learn and become a well rounded person academically, even outside of school (where I never learned much anyway). So why the Bible? Well regardless of your personally feelings on it's contents the Jewish/Christian Bible is the most influencial book, most influencial thing ever written. I could expand on why that is but I couldn't effectively tackle the subject in 1,000 or even 10,000 words. Instead I will leave it one statement: The Bible is overwhelmingly the most read book in the history of the world. If for now other reason that demands that it be read by anyone wishing to better understand our world.
But I'm going one step further. The copy of the bible that I purchased had amongst other helpful bits a guide reading the Bible in one year. If went day by day with 365 check boxes along with passages, in order that you would need to read each day to finish it in a years time. I scoffed, a year. Who needs a year to read the Bible. I know it's long, but come on. So one of my friends asked me how long I thought it would take me. I said I didn't know exactly, but I bet I could do it in a month if I really wanted to. The topic was discussed, they said I wouldn't do it. Too much time, too boring. Never one to back to down from a challenge (often as not to my detriment) I said I'd do it. So that's the plan, the entire Bible in a month. I'm on day three. It's already harder than I thought it would be but I'm ahead of pace. Still it will be tough to keep up. To do this I have to spend around 3 hours a day reading it. I've read Genesis, Exodus, and Leviticus so far, I'm on Numbers. Unfortunately aside from the first half of exodus this isn't exactly the most fun part to read. Theres virutally no story most of the time and it lacks the poetry of some of the later works. Still, I persevere. I think it's good that I am doing it this way. By reading it in a month I won't be too far removed from Genesis by the time I'm reading Revalations. It should help get the whole scope of the thing. At least for short time. I'm not going to save any thoughts on the material for now.
When I wasn't buying books or reading them I was writing. I spent a few hours writing that travel piece below and the rest of the time finishing the first draft of my first Novella. I think I've mentioned it here in the past but not for a long time. It is about a seventeen year old that gets a job washing dishes at an Italian restaraunt in San Francisco. It is inspired by my experience working at a restaraunt and some of the people I worked with. It is however by no means autobiographical, it is very much a work of ficiton. When it started it was supposed to be a short stort, about 7500 words, but I quickly realized that I would need something much larger for the scope of what was in my head. My expectations changed enough times that I stopped trying to predict the lenght and and just let it go. At the end of the first draft it's just over 35,000 words, but will likely get a little longer in revision. I had taken a break at around 22,000 words because I was traveling around a lot, but also because I had lost sense of where it was going and didn't know how to end it. Dunedin seemed to be the muse I needed. I wrote for hours a day over the next few days and surprised even myself by competing it. I'm generally pretty happy with the ending. I'm also proud of myself. I've worked hard on this and it's a big stepping stone for me as a writer. It is the longest, most fictional thing I have ever written. It also contained a great deal of dialogue, something I had been struggling with but am now a great deal more comfortable writing. It is still amatuerish even to myself when I read over it, but I can also see that I am getting better. When I look back to what I was writing in October and November it feels awful and that can only be a good thing.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
One month Stateside
This was actually written for the camp staff facebook group, but I thought it might be of interest here. It's my version of the perfect one month trip around the states for an international staff member after the summer is over (many international staff travel around after camp is over). Unfortunately the footnotes don't transfer from the original word file. It looked way prettier before.
So reading this thread about travel seems to have evoked primarily two pieces of advice. First that you shouldn’t plan anything until you are at camp, which is I think good advice and secondly, that Timpson thinks you should go to the South, which is perhaps somewhat more dubious advice. It did however get me thinking about the many times over the years I have been solicited for advice from international staff about where they should go. Usually I just give an off the cuff answer most of which is to say that the west rules and they should go there. Thinking more about it though it has become an interesting question to me. What would be my version of the ideal American trip?
I decided I am going to try to answer it. I don’t know if it will help anyone, it was really just for me to see what I thought on the subject. Still it might be of some help. For the sake of the exercise I assumed I am dealing with the following situation.
-A group of four people traveling together.
-30 days to spend before their flight out of New York.
-They each have US$1250 dollars saved from home and US$1250 dollars saved up at camp for a total of US$2500.
I tried to include a few different regions and a good mix of entertainment, outdoors, and cultural/historical opportunities. Above all I tried to make this as American an experience as possible and focused on some of those things that I think are most unique in my country. I tried to make transport economical but also practical, using buses/trains when it made sense but accepting that a car is a necessity in certain parts of the states and only flying from/to airports where you can get cheap flights. There are also footnotes. Yep footnotes.
I’ve divided the trip up into four regions; Upper Midwest, California, Southwest and Northeast with each of the regions taking about a week. I left a couple days extra in case someone wanted to add something in. With all that in mind, away we go.
Upper Midwest
So it may seem strange to some Americans that in a one- month trip of the States I would garner a week on this area. My reasoning is that John Q Staffmember will have just finished a summer working at a tiny part of this region of the country but won’t really know it. I think it would be a worthwhile time to get to know this area that (s)he has called home for three months. I also think it is one of the most pleasant parts of the country and would afford a good opportunity to get off the tourist beaten path.
2 Nights- Minneapolis/ St. Paul, Minnesota
The Twin Cities. You’ve just spent your summer working just three hours away but likely have seen little of the cities. Spend a couple days here getting your bearings straight before you start traveling and enjoy one of America’s most under-appreciated cities. If the Minnesota State Fair is still going it is a must. It is one of the best State Fairs in the country and will be the best chance for this unique slice of Americana . Go to the Walker modern art museum with the awesome and free sculpture garden across the street and consider the free Minneapolis Institute of Art as well. Check out the wide selection of international eateries on Nicollet’s ‘Eat Street’. Check out the University of Minnesota campus and walk across the Mississippi river. And if you must, go to Mall of America.
1-2 Nights – Madison, Wisconsin
Grab a bus and head to America’s best University town . Live the life of an American Uni student and enjoy the nice accessibility of the only American city to lie on an ismuth . Walk down State St. to the state capital building, which includes the classiest drinking fountains I’ve ever seen. If the timing is just right and you can get tickets catch a University of Wisconsin Football game.
1-2 Nights – Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Another bus to Milwaukee and enter maybe the coolest working class city in the States. To me this is the quintessential Upper- Midwest city. The place you find the casual friendliness and good nature this part of the country is known for. A city with a strong German heritage which influenced both the beer and the sausage it is known for. If you’re looking for excitement, well, this isn’t the place, but there is plenty of time for that soon. Catch a Milwaukee Brewer’s baseball game, check out the coolest modern building in the United States , and don’t leave without eating cheese and sausage.
2 Nights- Chicago, Illinois
One last bus gets you to America’ s ‘Second City’ but arguably it’s best. There is no shortage of things to do here and it is easily worth a third day if you like. Avoid paying fifteen bucks to go up the Sears Tower and instead take the free elevator to the lounge at the top of the Hancock Building which provides better views of the cityscape . Check out the theater scene with all of the quality and half the price of New York’s. For natural history nerds the Field Museum is world class. The art museum is also spectacular. Skip silly, touristy Navy Pier. If possible catch a Chicago Cubs baseball game at America’s arguably most venerated still in operation sports complex, Wrigley Field. Eat deep dish pizza and Italian Beef Sandwiches with extra hot peppers . Check out a Blues show at night. Then, catch a flight out west.
California
It’s been said that California has it all and although that isn’t quite true there is more worthwhile to see and do here then probably in any other three states. You could spend a month here and not see everything. If it were a nation it’s economy would be the tenth largest in the world . It has beautiful mountains and roaming deserts but this trip will focus on what California is truly famous for, the coast.
3 Nights – San Francisco, California.
It’s been called the Paris of North America by some and the modern Gomorrah by others; welcome to America’s most liberal city. Check out one of the United State’s most attractive cities and walk across the Golden Gate Bridge. Eat clam chowder out of a sourdough bread bowl with the tourists at Fisherman’s Wharf then leave them behind to check out the indie art scene. The Alcatraz tour is admittedly cool, if a tad expensive . Hire a car and head out to Napa Valley/Sonoma to see what has become one of the most important wine producing areas in the world.
1 Night – The Pacific Coast Highway, California
Keep the car and start on one of the true pastimes of this Nation; the Great American Roadtrip. The western U.S. was the first place in the world truly designed around the automobile and it remains the only way to see it as it was meant to be seen. Drive down the famous HWY 1 or Pacific Coast Highway as it is known (PCH) and take stops wherever you feel like it. Take you’re time, stop at a beach that looks nice on the way. Check out upscale, and attractive Santa Barbara and camp nearby.
2 Nights- Los Angeles, California
My least favorite city in the entire country makes it onto the itinerary somehow. Love it or hate it this is the city that started the Orange Country revolution and made the American West what it has become in the last 75 years. No city is more evocative to foreigners of America except New York. It is the city of the freeway and the suburb, of Hollywood and Mickey Mouse, of the fast food phenomenon and ten million dollar homes, welcome to the aptly nicknamed ‘lala land’. Check out a movie studio and Hollywood boulevard, and see how your hands compare to Harrison Ford’s. Window shop on Rodeo Drive and forget about the arm and a leg that it costs and go to Disneyland. Save the beaches for our next stop where they are nicer and the water is incrementally warmer. Sure there is cultural stuff to do in L.A. , and the mountains are a reasonably drive, but who are you kidding anyway, that isn’t why you’re in this town. Get the best fast food hamburger America has to offer at In-N-Out Burger.
2 Nights- San Diego, California
Drive down to L.A.’s smaller, prettier, and all around superior little brother, San Diego. Check out Mission Beach and head to either Coronado or La Jolla to look at the places you will now wish you lived. The San Diego Zoo is the largest traditional zoo in the world and some would say the best . If the season is right head to Torrey Pines and check out the races at one of the best thoroughbred racing venues in the country and perhaps the only one with an ocean view. You’re a stones throw from Mexico and there is a large immigrant population; eat Mexican food. Drop the car off and a grab a short plane flight.
The Southwest
I said this trip was about things that were uniquely American and that’s defiantly what you are going to find here. Starting off with a city truly like no other and then heading to what I think is the most physically unique place in the 48 contiguous states; Northern Arizona/ Southern Utah . It is an area of raw physical beauty that is very accessible.
2 Nights- Las Vegas, Nevada
I always say, you haven’t really been to America until you’ve been to Vegas. This is the best and worst of America on display. It is American Capitalist ingenuity and American excess. A man made oasis in the desert where anything is possible. Vegas has nothing if not options and I wouldn’t even know where to start in telling you how to spend your time. I only have three tips. Don’t spend the money to go up in the fake Eifel tower. If you want to splurge on one meal during your trip you could do worse then dropping $40 to go the Rio Seafood buffet and eat unlimited lobster for maybe the only time in your life. The Bellagio fountain show is really really neat.
1 Night – Grand Canyon, Arizona
Although I would love to tell you to spend more time in my home state I am only going to allot a single night to go and see the one thing that everyone else does. Camp nearby the night before and get a crack of dawn start. You can make it to the bottom, dunk you’re head into the Colorado River , and go back up in a day if you keep a reasonable pace. Bring enough water or pay $8 per small bottle at the bottom. You are in one of the seven wonders of the natural world, don’t forget to take a look around.
3 nights – Moab, Utah
Drive to the small town of Moab and camp. Welcome to Southern Utah, often called ‘National Park Country’ . Go to Arches National Park and marvel at the rock formations nature has created. Take lots of pictures, these will be the most impressive ones when you show your friends pack home. Do a day hike in Canyonlands. Hire a mountain bike and go on a trail of some of the best slick rock mountain biking in the world . Eat … cheap. This is the part of the trip where spending money isn’t going to help you have fun, almost everything worth doing is free.
2 Nights- Bryce Canyon, Utah
Drive west with a brief stop at Capital Reef National Park. Look at the Native American art on the rock face. Read the information and try to understand why this is such an important geological spot . Keep going. Camp in Bryce Canyon National Park. Spend the next day leisurely driving and walking through the most striking views of the trip. Camp again the next night and then drive back to Vegas to drop off the car and fly east.
The Northeast
The northeast is the most densely populated area of the States and the corridor from Washington D.C. to New York City is practically one huge urban area . Not known for the good nature of Midwesterners or the laid back attitude of the West, the North East has a reputation as being the more severe part of the country. It does have unquestionably the most quality cities of any region of its size, and is ripe with culture and history. For this itinerary I am limiting it to two cities but a trip to Boston or Philadelphia would be well worth it time permitting.
3 Nights- Washington, D.C.
Washington is different from the capitals of many other nations in that it was designed for that exact purpose. It was a city built to be the capital for the new nation situated at what was at the time was more or less the middle. Government is pervasive and everywhere in Washington. Visit Obama’s new home and check out the many well-known memorials . Take a tour of the treasury, the supreme court, or the capital building, whatever interests you. Don’t miss the museums. The Smithsonian system of museums is most of what gives D.C. probably the second best group of museums of any city in the world . The Holocaust museum is generally considered one of the two best in the world along with the one in Isreal. At night go to a jazz club. Take a cheap bus or a somewhat more expensive but much faster train to…
3 Nights- New York, New York
I wouldn’t live there for all bialys in Brooklyn , but the fact of the matter is New York is a truly great city and there is an extraordinary amount of things to do and see. Go up to the Empire State Building or take a harbor cruise. Go to the theater or walk Central Park. Hit up a world class museum or MTV studios. Do whatever you want, it doesn’t really matter. You’re in the city of Rockefeller and Carnegie, of Madison Avenue and Wall Street, thin crust pizza an bagel and lox, Broadway and The Yankees, Chinatown and Little Italy, the Waldorf- Astoria and Hell’s Kitchen, Seinfeld and Spiderman, the Statue of Liberty and the erstwhile World Trade Center. You’re in the Big Apple, Metropolis incarnate, the city that never sleeps. If the world had a capital this would be it and I can’t imagine a better place to finish your trip. Just make sure you find a few moments to take a seat and reflect, because you are about to end what has just been the four best months of your life.
So reading this thread about travel seems to have evoked primarily two pieces of advice. First that you shouldn’t plan anything until you are at camp, which is I think good advice and secondly, that Timpson thinks you should go to the South, which is perhaps somewhat more dubious advice. It did however get me thinking about the many times over the years I have been solicited for advice from international staff about where they should go. Usually I just give an off the cuff answer most of which is to say that the west rules and they should go there. Thinking more about it though it has become an interesting question to me. What would be my version of the ideal American trip?
I decided I am going to try to answer it. I don’t know if it will help anyone, it was really just for me to see what I thought on the subject. Still it might be of some help. For the sake of the exercise I assumed I am dealing with the following situation.
-A group of four people traveling together.
-30 days to spend before their flight out of New York.
-They each have US$1250 dollars saved from home and US$1250 dollars saved up at camp for a total of US$2500.
I tried to include a few different regions and a good mix of entertainment, outdoors, and cultural/historical opportunities. Above all I tried to make this as American an experience as possible and focused on some of those things that I think are most unique in my country. I tried to make transport economical but also practical, using buses/trains when it made sense but accepting that a car is a necessity in certain parts of the states and only flying from/to airports where you can get cheap flights. There are also footnotes. Yep footnotes.
I’ve divided the trip up into four regions; Upper Midwest, California, Southwest and Northeast with each of the regions taking about a week. I left a couple days extra in case someone wanted to add something in. With all that in mind, away we go.
Upper Midwest
So it may seem strange to some Americans that in a one- month trip of the States I would garner a week on this area. My reasoning is that John Q Staffmember will have just finished a summer working at a tiny part of this region of the country but won’t really know it. I think it would be a worthwhile time to get to know this area that (s)he has called home for three months. I also think it is one of the most pleasant parts of the country and would afford a good opportunity to get off the tourist beaten path.
2 Nights- Minneapolis/ St. Paul, Minnesota
The Twin Cities. You’ve just spent your summer working just three hours away but likely have seen little of the cities. Spend a couple days here getting your bearings straight before you start traveling and enjoy one of America’s most under-appreciated cities. If the Minnesota State Fair is still going it is a must. It is one of the best State Fairs in the country and will be the best chance for this unique slice of Americana . Go to the Walker modern art museum with the awesome and free sculpture garden across the street and consider the free Minneapolis Institute of Art as well. Check out the wide selection of international eateries on Nicollet’s ‘Eat Street’. Check out the University of Minnesota campus and walk across the Mississippi river. And if you must, go to Mall of America.
1-2 Nights – Madison, Wisconsin
Grab a bus and head to America’s best University town . Live the life of an American Uni student and enjoy the nice accessibility of the only American city to lie on an ismuth . Walk down State St. to the state capital building, which includes the classiest drinking fountains I’ve ever seen. If the timing is just right and you can get tickets catch a University of Wisconsin Football game.
1-2 Nights – Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Another bus to Milwaukee and enter maybe the coolest working class city in the States. To me this is the quintessential Upper- Midwest city. The place you find the casual friendliness and good nature this part of the country is known for. A city with a strong German heritage which influenced both the beer and the sausage it is known for. If you’re looking for excitement, well, this isn’t the place, but there is plenty of time for that soon. Catch a Milwaukee Brewer’s baseball game, check out the coolest modern building in the United States , and don’t leave without eating cheese and sausage.
2 Nights- Chicago, Illinois
One last bus gets you to America’ s ‘Second City’ but arguably it’s best. There is no shortage of things to do here and it is easily worth a third day if you like. Avoid paying fifteen bucks to go up the Sears Tower and instead take the free elevator to the lounge at the top of the Hancock Building which provides better views of the cityscape . Check out the theater scene with all of the quality and half the price of New York’s. For natural history nerds the Field Museum is world class. The art museum is also spectacular. Skip silly, touristy Navy Pier. If possible catch a Chicago Cubs baseball game at America’s arguably most venerated still in operation sports complex, Wrigley Field. Eat deep dish pizza and Italian Beef Sandwiches with extra hot peppers . Check out a Blues show at night. Then, catch a flight out west.
California
It’s been said that California has it all and although that isn’t quite true there is more worthwhile to see and do here then probably in any other three states. You could spend a month here and not see everything. If it were a nation it’s economy would be the tenth largest in the world . It has beautiful mountains and roaming deserts but this trip will focus on what California is truly famous for, the coast.
3 Nights – San Francisco, California.
It’s been called the Paris of North America by some and the modern Gomorrah by others; welcome to America’s most liberal city. Check out one of the United State’s most attractive cities and walk across the Golden Gate Bridge. Eat clam chowder out of a sourdough bread bowl with the tourists at Fisherman’s Wharf then leave them behind to check out the indie art scene. The Alcatraz tour is admittedly cool, if a tad expensive . Hire a car and head out to Napa Valley/Sonoma to see what has become one of the most important wine producing areas in the world.
1 Night – The Pacific Coast Highway, California
Keep the car and start on one of the true pastimes of this Nation; the Great American Roadtrip. The western U.S. was the first place in the world truly designed around the automobile and it remains the only way to see it as it was meant to be seen. Drive down the famous HWY 1 or Pacific Coast Highway as it is known (PCH) and take stops wherever you feel like it. Take you’re time, stop at a beach that looks nice on the way. Check out upscale, and attractive Santa Barbara and camp nearby.
2 Nights- Los Angeles, California
My least favorite city in the entire country makes it onto the itinerary somehow. Love it or hate it this is the city that started the Orange Country revolution and made the American West what it has become in the last 75 years. No city is more evocative to foreigners of America except New York. It is the city of the freeway and the suburb, of Hollywood and Mickey Mouse, of the fast food phenomenon and ten million dollar homes, welcome to the aptly nicknamed ‘lala land’. Check out a movie studio and Hollywood boulevard, and see how your hands compare to Harrison Ford’s. Window shop on Rodeo Drive and forget about the arm and a leg that it costs and go to Disneyland. Save the beaches for our next stop where they are nicer and the water is incrementally warmer. Sure there is cultural stuff to do in L.A. , and the mountains are a reasonably drive, but who are you kidding anyway, that isn’t why you’re in this town. Get the best fast food hamburger America has to offer at In-N-Out Burger.
2 Nights- San Diego, California
Drive down to L.A.’s smaller, prettier, and all around superior little brother, San Diego. Check out Mission Beach and head to either Coronado or La Jolla to look at the places you will now wish you lived. The San Diego Zoo is the largest traditional zoo in the world and some would say the best . If the season is right head to Torrey Pines and check out the races at one of the best thoroughbred racing venues in the country and perhaps the only one with an ocean view. You’re a stones throw from Mexico and there is a large immigrant population; eat Mexican food. Drop the car off and a grab a short plane flight.
The Southwest
I said this trip was about things that were uniquely American and that’s defiantly what you are going to find here. Starting off with a city truly like no other and then heading to what I think is the most physically unique place in the 48 contiguous states; Northern Arizona/ Southern Utah . It is an area of raw physical beauty that is very accessible.
2 Nights- Las Vegas, Nevada
I always say, you haven’t really been to America until you’ve been to Vegas. This is the best and worst of America on display. It is American Capitalist ingenuity and American excess. A man made oasis in the desert where anything is possible. Vegas has nothing if not options and I wouldn’t even know where to start in telling you how to spend your time. I only have three tips. Don’t spend the money to go up in the fake Eifel tower. If you want to splurge on one meal during your trip you could do worse then dropping $40 to go the Rio Seafood buffet and eat unlimited lobster for maybe the only time in your life. The Bellagio fountain show is really really neat.
1 Night – Grand Canyon, Arizona
Although I would love to tell you to spend more time in my home state I am only going to allot a single night to go and see the one thing that everyone else does. Camp nearby the night before and get a crack of dawn start. You can make it to the bottom, dunk you’re head into the Colorado River , and go back up in a day if you keep a reasonable pace. Bring enough water or pay $8 per small bottle at the bottom. You are in one of the seven wonders of the natural world, don’t forget to take a look around.
3 nights – Moab, Utah
Drive to the small town of Moab and camp. Welcome to Southern Utah, often called ‘National Park Country’ . Go to Arches National Park and marvel at the rock formations nature has created. Take lots of pictures, these will be the most impressive ones when you show your friends pack home. Do a day hike in Canyonlands. Hire a mountain bike and go on a trail of some of the best slick rock mountain biking in the world . Eat … cheap. This is the part of the trip where spending money isn’t going to help you have fun, almost everything worth doing is free.
2 Nights- Bryce Canyon, Utah
Drive west with a brief stop at Capital Reef National Park. Look at the Native American art on the rock face. Read the information and try to understand why this is such an important geological spot . Keep going. Camp in Bryce Canyon National Park. Spend the next day leisurely driving and walking through the most striking views of the trip. Camp again the next night and then drive back to Vegas to drop off the car and fly east.
The Northeast
The northeast is the most densely populated area of the States and the corridor from Washington D.C. to New York City is practically one huge urban area . Not known for the good nature of Midwesterners or the laid back attitude of the West, the North East has a reputation as being the more severe part of the country. It does have unquestionably the most quality cities of any region of its size, and is ripe with culture and history. For this itinerary I am limiting it to two cities but a trip to Boston or Philadelphia would be well worth it time permitting.
3 Nights- Washington, D.C.
Washington is different from the capitals of many other nations in that it was designed for that exact purpose. It was a city built to be the capital for the new nation situated at what was at the time was more or less the middle. Government is pervasive and everywhere in Washington. Visit Obama’s new home and check out the many well-known memorials . Take a tour of the treasury, the supreme court, or the capital building, whatever interests you. Don’t miss the museums. The Smithsonian system of museums is most of what gives D.C. probably the second best group of museums of any city in the world . The Holocaust museum is generally considered one of the two best in the world along with the one in Isreal. At night go to a jazz club. Take a cheap bus or a somewhat more expensive but much faster train to…
3 Nights- New York, New York
I wouldn’t live there for all bialys in Brooklyn , but the fact of the matter is New York is a truly great city and there is an extraordinary amount of things to do and see. Go up to the Empire State Building or take a harbor cruise. Go to the theater or walk Central Park. Hit up a world class museum or MTV studios. Do whatever you want, it doesn’t really matter. You’re in the city of Rockefeller and Carnegie, of Madison Avenue and Wall Street, thin crust pizza an bagel and lox, Broadway and The Yankees, Chinatown and Little Italy, the Waldorf- Astoria and Hell’s Kitchen, Seinfeld and Spiderman, the Statue of Liberty and the erstwhile World Trade Center. You’re in the Big Apple, Metropolis incarnate, the city that never sleeps. If the world had a capital this would be it and I can’t imagine a better place to finish your trip. Just make sure you find a few moments to take a seat and reflect, because you are about to end what has just been the four best months of your life.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Milford Track
Made it to South Island
Drove all the way to Milford (about 15 hours)
Did 4 day Milford Track Hike.
Unbelivable. One of the best two hikes I've ever done.
Rain forests.
Alpine Mountains.
Ridiculous Waterfalls.
Hurt My Knee.
It will be fine.
But not by Saturday.
No Marathon.
I take the good with the bad.
Drove all the way to Milford (about 15 hours)
Did 4 day Milford Track Hike.
Unbelivable. One of the best two hikes I've ever done.
Rain forests.
Alpine Mountains.
Ridiculous Waterfalls.
Hurt My Knee.
It will be fine.
But not by Saturday.
No Marathon.
I take the good with the bad.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Finally?
So we have continued to have issues with the car and getting back. There was a delay with getting the new motor and we didn't know when it would be finished. It has been at times stressful but Henry and I have worked hard to not let ourselves get down. The part arrived today which means it will be done tomorrow. This is clutch. One more day and we wouldn't have gotten to the south island in time to get to a reservation we have to hike the Milford Sound; one of the great walks of NZ and the toughest to get a booking for. If we didn't go now we would not only lose out on a good deal of money but would not have a chance to see one of NZ most treasured sites. Instead tomorrow I take a bus from Wanaganui where I am now to Owhango (pronounced Oh-Fahn-Go) where the car has been for over two weeks now.
I will pick it up and Henry and I will drive to Wellington tomorrow night. Saturday morning we hop on the ferry to the south Island and will meet Ben and Shep in Christchurch by the evening. On Monday we start the 4 day hike though the Sound after which I will immediately run my marathon. Due to circumstances some my fault others not I am not really what I would called prepared to run a marathon much less such a hard one. So I'm just gonna do my best. I'm not going to worry about time which I originally intended to. I may not ever check my time at the end. I just want to finish. After that I will continue to travel the Island for some time.
I am so excited about getting to the South Island. I have been waiting for this for months and it has been delayed now for some time which was hard despite enjoying other things in the meantime. It should be great.
I will pick it up and Henry and I will drive to Wellington tomorrow night. Saturday morning we hop on the ferry to the south Island and will meet Ben and Shep in Christchurch by the evening. On Monday we start the 4 day hike though the Sound after which I will immediately run my marathon. Due to circumstances some my fault others not I am not really what I would called prepared to run a marathon much less such a hard one. So I'm just gonna do my best. I'm not going to worry about time which I originally intended to. I may not ever check my time at the end. I just want to finish. After that I will continue to travel the Island for some time.
I am so excited about getting to the South Island. I have been waiting for this for months and it has been delayed now for some time which was hard despite enjoying other things in the meantime. It should be great.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Ups and Downs and Ups
So here's some recent events.
-After my last post I went to a region called Taranaki. It is a cool area totally centered on a dormant Volcanic Mountain. We stayed with a family we had met on their farmhouse (they have 800 cows) and spent a night at their nearby beachhouse. The highlight was the challenging but rewarding hike to the top of Mt. Taranaki.
-Next stop was going to the Taupo region what as reputed to be one of the best one day hikes in NZ. It was called the Tauranga Crossing. It goes through the area that was used to represent Mordon and Mt. Doom in the Lord of the Rings movies. It was a pretty nice hike, though truly only one of the 4.5 hours was that amazing. It did include an amazing volcanic craitor and some other neat volcanic sites.
-Unfortunately as we were arriving at the hike our car broke down. We had it towed to a small town and found out the camshaft was busted. This was terrible news and really brought us down. Ben was leaving to go be with his parents who were visiting the country so it left Henry and I to handle it. It looked like it was going to be a 2000+ repair (we paid 2000 for the whole car). We did have an idea though. The previous owner had an extended warranty he had purchased for the car. There were some complications: we had to get it transfered, this required a number of steps including the previous owner's signature, he was in England now.
So Henry and I embarked on a quest. It has involved many steps (we actually numbered them and got up to seven or eight). We had to get in contact with the former owner, scan, fax, call, transfer money, make more calls, scan again, more calls, but eventually a week later we managed to get all approved. The company is going to pay for 1775$ of the the 2350 repair. All is not lost and the car is being fixed.
-Not that we haven't been doing any thing the entire time. After the car broke down we had scooter pick us up in his operating vehicle and the three of us went to a beach ulitmate tournament. It was call 'Boutique Beach' and it was a fitting name. It was at a fairly isolated beach and had only one field. It was the smallest tournament I've ever played but it was fun. It was a stark difference from the last beach tourney I played, lei-out with it's 30-40 fields. I got to know more New Zealanders and lost to Scooter's team by one point in the finals.
-After that Henry and I spent some time in the city of Napier. It was a nice day to spend a couple days while we got things figured out. The city had a large, damaging earthquake in the 30's and had to rebuild. The result was the center of the city being built much in the style of the day, 'Art Deco'. It makes for a unique and fun look to the city. We also visited a cider brewery which was fun.
-Since then we have been working at a bed and breakfast in the country. It's work trade; we work 5 hours a day and in return get food and lodging as well as use of the facilities. It's a really nice place and were enjoying. The work is mostly groundskeeping and were done by 1pm. It has left plenty of time for other pursuits. Henry and I have been learning tennis together and as were both beginners are enjoying a steep learning curve. We have also been playing a lot of pool on the enourmous 12ft billards tables, though I don't think we are getting much better at that. The owners are great and were going to stay until the car is ready on Tuesday most likely. The website is www.chapelwick.co.nz if you're curious
The car breakdown was a big dissapointment and I was pretty down for a while, I really want to get to the south Island. However I've made the best of things and am doing alright.
Joey
-After my last post I went to a region called Taranaki. It is a cool area totally centered on a dormant Volcanic Mountain. We stayed with a family we had met on their farmhouse (they have 800 cows) and spent a night at their nearby beachhouse. The highlight was the challenging but rewarding hike to the top of Mt. Taranaki.
-Next stop was going to the Taupo region what as reputed to be one of the best one day hikes in NZ. It was called the Tauranga Crossing. It goes through the area that was used to represent Mordon and Mt. Doom in the Lord of the Rings movies. It was a pretty nice hike, though truly only one of the 4.5 hours was that amazing. It did include an amazing volcanic craitor and some other neat volcanic sites.
-Unfortunately as we were arriving at the hike our car broke down. We had it towed to a small town and found out the camshaft was busted. This was terrible news and really brought us down. Ben was leaving to go be with his parents who were visiting the country so it left Henry and I to handle it. It looked like it was going to be a 2000+ repair (we paid 2000 for the whole car). We did have an idea though. The previous owner had an extended warranty he had purchased for the car. There were some complications: we had to get it transfered, this required a number of steps including the previous owner's signature, he was in England now.
So Henry and I embarked on a quest. It has involved many steps (we actually numbered them and got up to seven or eight). We had to get in contact with the former owner, scan, fax, call, transfer money, make more calls, scan again, more calls, but eventually a week later we managed to get all approved. The company is going to pay for 1775$ of the the 2350 repair. All is not lost and the car is being fixed.
-Not that we haven't been doing any thing the entire time. After the car broke down we had scooter pick us up in his operating vehicle and the three of us went to a beach ulitmate tournament. It was call 'Boutique Beach' and it was a fitting name. It was at a fairly isolated beach and had only one field. It was the smallest tournament I've ever played but it was fun. It was a stark difference from the last beach tourney I played, lei-out with it's 30-40 fields. I got to know more New Zealanders and lost to Scooter's team by one point in the finals.
-After that Henry and I spent some time in the city of Napier. It was a nice day to spend a couple days while we got things figured out. The city had a large, damaging earthquake in the 30's and had to rebuild. The result was the center of the city being built much in the style of the day, 'Art Deco'. It makes for a unique and fun look to the city. We also visited a cider brewery which was fun.
-Since then we have been working at a bed and breakfast in the country. It's work trade; we work 5 hours a day and in return get food and lodging as well as use of the facilities. It's a really nice place and were enjoying. The work is mostly groundskeeping and were done by 1pm. It has left plenty of time for other pursuits. Henry and I have been learning tennis together and as were both beginners are enjoying a steep learning curve. We have also been playing a lot of pool on the enourmous 12ft billards tables, though I don't think we are getting much better at that. The owners are great and were going to stay until the car is ready on Tuesday most likely. The website is www.chapelwick.co.nz if you're curious
The car breakdown was a big dissapointment and I was pretty down for a while, I really want to get to the south Island. However I've made the best of things and am doing alright.
Joey
Friday, February 13, 2009
oh so much
So I haven't posted in while. Things have been crazy. I'm traveling right now so I am going to work on some longer posts on my laptop and then upload them later. For now some mini updates
-I went to the NZI seven's tournament, one of a series of international Rugby Seven's tournaments. It's is perhaps the event of the year in Wellington and it was amazing. It's basically one big party and everyone dresses up, Scooter and I went as Friars. It was one of the best weekends I've had here, maybe the best. Like all great weekends it included drinking, friends, and a beautiful girl.
-I've moved out of my Wellington flat. I will now be a nomad until I arrive at camp in May.
-I've spent the last week working at a vineyard in an area called the Wairarapa. It was really fun and I think I'll come back in a month. Scooter was there with me and we both loved it. It had a strong impact on me and could affect my future plans.
-Up next is some regional travels and then to the south island for a bunch of traveling. I'm pumped, but worried about money a little.
Joey
-I went to the NZI seven's tournament, one of a series of international Rugby Seven's tournaments. It's is perhaps the event of the year in Wellington and it was amazing. It's basically one big party and everyone dresses up, Scooter and I went as Friars. It was one of the best weekends I've had here, maybe the best. Like all great weekends it included drinking, friends, and a beautiful girl.
-I've moved out of my Wellington flat. I will now be a nomad until I arrive at camp in May.
-I've spent the last week working at a vineyard in an area called the Wairarapa. It was really fun and I think I'll come back in a month. Scooter was there with me and we both loved it. It had a strong impact on me and could affect my future plans.
-Up next is some regional travels and then to the south island for a bunch of traveling. I'm pumped, but worried about money a little.
Joey
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Nobody throws a haymaker.
Let me start with a passage from perhaps my all time favorite television show, Sports Night.
Dan:Because nobody ever throws a haymaker.
Casey: Steven Green does.
Dan: Who's Steven Green?
Casey: Kid who beat me up in third grade.
Dan: He threw a haymaker?
Casey: Gave me a fat lip.
Dan: With a haymaker?
Casey: Yeah.
Dan: Shoulda seen it coming.
Casey: He also kicked, and, you know, there's
no defense for that.
I bring this up because last night I learned first hand that at least someone throws a haymaker. In fact one was thrown at me. For your edification a haymaker is , "A punch in which the arm is whipped sideways from the shoulder joint with minimal elbow bend".
Here's the story:
Last night I was working baxi. I was taking two girls back to their flat. We were in a quiet area and passed 4 young guys. One of the reach out and grabbed one of the girls breasts as we were going by. I cleverly responded, "Get off you fucking rapist". He did not take especially kindly to that. He jogged to approach us and I stopped the cab. I told the girls they should just start walking and not worry about paying. They didn't heed my suggestion and stayed there. The kid put up his fists. I didn't particullarly feel like fighting but what can you do. Luckily I don't think homeboy was much of a fighter. He went for the haymaker on the first punch, a rather poor strategy, it's a bit more of a finisher. Surprising myself more than anyone I rather deftly blocked in with my left arm. Now I don't consider myself I fighter either but at that point it would have been pretty easy to pop him in the nose. Fortunately, I restrained myself. His friends at this point, perhaps a bit embarressed by the actions of their friend pulled him away. In the end the girls got back in the cab and I rode them home.
There's a reason no one throws a haymaker.
Dan:Because nobody ever throws a haymaker.
Casey: Steven Green does.
Dan: Who's Steven Green?
Casey: Kid who beat me up in third grade.
Dan: He threw a haymaker?
Casey: Gave me a fat lip.
Dan: With a haymaker?
Casey: Yeah.
Dan: Shoulda seen it coming.
Casey: He also kicked, and, you know, there's
no defense for that.
I bring this up because last night I learned first hand that at least someone throws a haymaker. In fact one was thrown at me. For your edification a haymaker is , "A punch in which the arm is whipped sideways from the shoulder joint with minimal elbow bend".
Here's the story:
Last night I was working baxi. I was taking two girls back to their flat. We were in a quiet area and passed 4 young guys. One of the reach out and grabbed one of the girls breasts as we were going by. I cleverly responded, "Get off you fucking rapist". He did not take especially kindly to that. He jogged to approach us and I stopped the cab. I told the girls they should just start walking and not worry about paying. They didn't heed my suggestion and stayed there. The kid put up his fists. I didn't particullarly feel like fighting but what can you do. Luckily I don't think homeboy was much of a fighter. He went for the haymaker on the first punch, a rather poor strategy, it's a bit more of a finisher. Surprising myself more than anyone I rather deftly blocked in with my left arm. Now I don't consider myself I fighter either but at that point it would have been pretty easy to pop him in the nose. Fortunately, I restrained myself. His friends at this point, perhaps a bit embarressed by the actions of their friend pulled him away. In the end the girls got back in the cab and I rode them home.
There's a reason no one throws a haymaker.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Crazy
For some time Blake has been telling me that all women are crazy. For the majority of that time I disagreed. I maintained that there were some level headed, grounded, sane women out there. It's not often I admit that I was wrong, but I was. All women are insane. I'm okay with it though.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
A baxi driver and a prostitute walk into a bar...
So I had a bit of a strange end to my night yesterday. It was around 315am. Only Pjay and I were still working, we figured we'd keep going until things slowed down. A women seemed to want to get a ride but her male friend wasn't interested. eventually she jumped in and told me to follow him. We caught up to him and he begrudgingly got in, though he was good spirited about it. They asked me to take them to CJ's. I hadn't heard of it, but they told me where it was and it was close. When we arrived I saw it was a pink building with a a pink neon sign. It looked like a small bar, Wellington has plenty. They said I should come up for a drink, that she worked there. At first I said no, but they insisted and I aquiesed.
I locked up my bike and then went inside, they had already gone in. I had to walk up some stairs and through a door. When I went through there I had to go through yet another door which I had to be buzzed through which sufficed to say I found strange. I thought that maybe it was a strip club, it wouldn't be the first time I had been invited for a drink at a strip club while working (thanks Dreamgirls). When I went in it didn't look quite like a strip club, or a normal bar for that matter. There was a small bar, maybe 4 or 5 seats, a small cooler with some beers and other drinks and a small selection of liquor. There was also a few couches and a pool table in the back. Looking around more there also seemed to be a number of doors leading to small rooms. The place was almost empty save two women, both 55 years old if they were a day. One of the women got me a Heineken and there was some brief confusion before she realized that it was supposed to be free. Then the guy I came in with confirmed what I had at this point suspected; for the first time in my life I was in a brothel. Very strange.
Then for some unknown reason, though I suppose I can venture a guess, the man and women I arrived with left. I still had a 3/4 of my beer so I figured it was time to start up some conversation. I started talking to women sitting with me at the bar. I guessed she was 55-60, wearing a revealing dress and stockings and had a presumably surgically enhanced chest. We started by discussing the recent slowness in our respective occupations. This turned into a converstion about the many ways being a baxi driver is similar to being a prosititute. There were actually a lot of these though many of them could probobly have applied to a lot of jobs. In the end our jobs were both predicated on the people we intereacted with that night. We talked about all the great people we get to meet and having to deal with the not so great ones. It was a good conversation. I finished my beer and left. The brothel. Weird.
I locked up my bike and then went inside, they had already gone in. I had to walk up some stairs and through a door. When I went through there I had to go through yet another door which I had to be buzzed through which sufficed to say I found strange. I thought that maybe it was a strip club, it wouldn't be the first time I had been invited for a drink at a strip club while working (thanks Dreamgirls). When I went in it didn't look quite like a strip club, or a normal bar for that matter. There was a small bar, maybe 4 or 5 seats, a small cooler with some beers and other drinks and a small selection of liquor. There was also a few couches and a pool table in the back. Looking around more there also seemed to be a number of doors leading to small rooms. The place was almost empty save two women, both 55 years old if they were a day. One of the women got me a Heineken and there was some brief confusion before she realized that it was supposed to be free. Then the guy I came in with confirmed what I had at this point suspected; for the first time in my life I was in a brothel. Very strange.
Then for some unknown reason, though I suppose I can venture a guess, the man and women I arrived with left. I still had a 3/4 of my beer so I figured it was time to start up some conversation. I started talking to women sitting with me at the bar. I guessed she was 55-60, wearing a revealing dress and stockings and had a presumably surgically enhanced chest. We started by discussing the recent slowness in our respective occupations. This turned into a converstion about the many ways being a baxi driver is similar to being a prosititute. There were actually a lot of these though many of them could probobly have applied to a lot of jobs. In the end our jobs were both predicated on the people we intereacted with that night. We talked about all the great people we get to meet and having to deal with the not so great ones. It was a good conversation. I finished my beer and left. The brothel. Weird.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Sisu
As some of you know a while back I decided I wanted to run a marathon while I was in New Zealand. Looking at what the options there were I made an ambitious choice of marathon. It was an off-road marathon called the Motatapu Icebreaker. Unlike most marathons it isn't flat but runs over hills and other challenging terrain. You have to carry water and a rain jacket with you as aid stations can be as far as eight miles away. I had never run a marathon before, in fact I had never raced more than two miles. Still I had always had good endurance and it wasn't until March. I would be traveling during February but that still left me 3.5 months to train in Wellington and then I could just maintain while traveling. I knew it would be hard but I thought I could do it.
Unfortunatly not everything went as planned. Three weeks into training I went to an Ultimate tournament and banged up my knees pretty good. I had meant to take it easy, I knew that this was a risk with my knees. Besides I did not care that much about the tournament. However I have never been good at holding back when I play Ultimate. I don't say that with pride, I wish it weren't the case. I've played with great players that had that switch, that knew when it was worth it to throw your body around, to do whatever it took, but also knew when it wasn't. It was a lesson I never learned, I could never turn it off. I wish that hadn't been the case. It made me a worse player, and it didn't help my team. My only regrets from my college career were the times when I had to watch big games from the sideline after hurting myself in games I didn't need to. In 2007 I dislocated my shoulder in a game we were dominating trying desperately to make a grab, only to watch injured, as we lost two games by one point. Although I've gotten better it is still something I have to learn and because of that weekend and the fact that I was commited to playing through mid December my knees couldn't take long distance running.
So for the last two months I didn't run at all outside of on the ultimate field. A great workout but not at all the kind of training that helps one prepare for a marathon. So seeing as how I had trained for three weeks then stopped for two months I was effectively back at square one. I figured it might still be possible to still do it so I decided I would run for a while and if by the Jan 30 deadline I felt like I had come far enough I would register. I thought my knees were finally ready so yesterday I went on a 'tester' run of about 30 minutes to see how my knees felt. It went well so I went on a longer run tonight. A good way into the run I started thinking about my knees. They were holding up well on a pretty long run that included a good amount of uphill and downhill. I can't say they felt absolutely great but I haven't been able to say that about my knees in years and I don't know if I ever will be able to again. Still, they were strong enough. With that information I had to admit to myself that the question had ceased to be, "Can I do this?" and had become "Will I do this?". It was a tough question. I didn't have near the kind of time I had originally planned. Sure I knew I could finish the marathon, but that wouldn't be enough. Obviously I am not going to win this thing or even come close. Still, my performance mattered a great deal to me. I don't like losing but I cannot stand for being embarresed. If I run, I want to run a race I can feel proud of. That would take a lot. And this run, nowhere near what I was looking at was well, hard.
Then I started thinking of the word written on my chest. My only tattoo. The word 'Sisu'. Ever since I got the tattoo people have inevitably asked what it means. Most people get the briefest of answers or none at all. Even to my closest friends and family I have never gone into the full explanation of what it means to me for fear of embarrising myself. I can tell some people really do want to know though. I figure now is as good a time as any to explain.
Sisu is a Finish word not directly translatable into English. Different people associate different English words with it; grit, toughness, guts, bravery, courage, stubborness, or sometimes longer phrases. In the end it seems that it is a word that simply means different things to different people. The one that resonates with me and is what the word means to me is, 'The will to resist'. The people I have told this often ask, "Resist what?". This is the part I usually don't elaborate on.
I am someone who believes that life is a series of choices. Some larger, some smaller in significance. In every decision there is a path of least resistance, an easiest choice and then other choices that are more difficult. Sometimes the least resistive choice is the right one, often it's not. What defines our lives is whether we have the will to resist, the sisu as it were, to make the harder choice, so that even if we do in the end choose the easier, it is because it is the right choice. Sometimes it is something simple. Maybe you are hiking and you have to choose between a higher, more difficult path, or a lower easier one. Sometimes it is much more complicated.
I hope, when I am an old man, that I will have been a good man who lived a good life. This may seem like a simple thing but it is not to me. I believe that most people are alright people who lived okay lives. That is fine. It just isn't what I want. I think living a good life or being a good man (neither of which I am close to having achieved) will neccesitate me making very hard choices many times from here to there. To be a great man or live a great life requires yet more and I think it is very possible that I have already taken the low road far too many times in my life to achieve those things. I often think of the times where I took the less resistive path when I knew it wasn't the right one, or convinced myself it was. Times I didn't train hard enough, didn't work hard enough on something I cared about, didn't help someone I could have, didn't take a chance with a girl. Times where I didn't have enough sisu. Those are the events that we call regrets. I think back to them and know that to be who I want to be and live the life I want to live I can never be so weak again.
This marathon was one of those choices. The path of less resistance was to call it a little bad luck, maybe do a half marathon, and maybe do a full down the road when I have more time to prepare. I thought about the word on my chest and knew that that wasn't the right choice, only the easier. So when I made it home, exhausted I registered for the marathon. I knew it would require a good deal of commitment and sacrifice. I would have to make it my biggest priority for the rest of my time in Wellingtona and continue to train while traveling. I would need to eat better, miss out on other things I would like to do, and train very very hard. It was the first choice, and the biggest, but not the hardest.
I've found, often it isn't that big choices that are the truly hard ones, it is the small. It is easy to finish a run, get excited and decide you are going to run a marathon. It is much harder to go run for three hours after a long day when you really don't want to. It is a lot harder to turn down the pizza you are craving for the beans and vegetables you aren't. It is a lot harder to tell the girl you just started dating that you can't see her that night, that you need to train instead. These things are hard for the very reason that they are small and easier to dismiss. It is these decisions that will truly test my sisu and determine how I perform in this chapter of my life. I would say that I hope I can do it, but it isn't a matter of if I can do it. It is only a matter of if I will.
Joey
Unfortunatly not everything went as planned. Three weeks into training I went to an Ultimate tournament and banged up my knees pretty good. I had meant to take it easy, I knew that this was a risk with my knees. Besides I did not care that much about the tournament. However I have never been good at holding back when I play Ultimate. I don't say that with pride, I wish it weren't the case. I've played with great players that had that switch, that knew when it was worth it to throw your body around, to do whatever it took, but also knew when it wasn't. It was a lesson I never learned, I could never turn it off. I wish that hadn't been the case. It made me a worse player, and it didn't help my team. My only regrets from my college career were the times when I had to watch big games from the sideline after hurting myself in games I didn't need to. In 2007 I dislocated my shoulder in a game we were dominating trying desperately to make a grab, only to watch injured, as we lost two games by one point. Although I've gotten better it is still something I have to learn and because of that weekend and the fact that I was commited to playing through mid December my knees couldn't take long distance running.
So for the last two months I didn't run at all outside of on the ultimate field. A great workout but not at all the kind of training that helps one prepare for a marathon. So seeing as how I had trained for three weeks then stopped for two months I was effectively back at square one. I figured it might still be possible to still do it so I decided I would run for a while and if by the Jan 30 deadline I felt like I had come far enough I would register. I thought my knees were finally ready so yesterday I went on a 'tester' run of about 30 minutes to see how my knees felt. It went well so I went on a longer run tonight. A good way into the run I started thinking about my knees. They were holding up well on a pretty long run that included a good amount of uphill and downhill. I can't say they felt absolutely great but I haven't been able to say that about my knees in years and I don't know if I ever will be able to again. Still, they were strong enough. With that information I had to admit to myself that the question had ceased to be, "Can I do this?" and had become "Will I do this?". It was a tough question. I didn't have near the kind of time I had originally planned. Sure I knew I could finish the marathon, but that wouldn't be enough. Obviously I am not going to win this thing or even come close. Still, my performance mattered a great deal to me. I don't like losing but I cannot stand for being embarresed. If I run, I want to run a race I can feel proud of. That would take a lot. And this run, nowhere near what I was looking at was well, hard.
Then I started thinking of the word written on my chest. My only tattoo. The word 'Sisu'. Ever since I got the tattoo people have inevitably asked what it means. Most people get the briefest of answers or none at all. Even to my closest friends and family I have never gone into the full explanation of what it means to me for fear of embarrising myself. I can tell some people really do want to know though. I figure now is as good a time as any to explain.
Sisu is a Finish word not directly translatable into English. Different people associate different English words with it; grit, toughness, guts, bravery, courage, stubborness, or sometimes longer phrases. In the end it seems that it is a word that simply means different things to different people. The one that resonates with me and is what the word means to me is, 'The will to resist'. The people I have told this often ask, "Resist what?". This is the part I usually don't elaborate on.
I am someone who believes that life is a series of choices. Some larger, some smaller in significance. In every decision there is a path of least resistance, an easiest choice and then other choices that are more difficult. Sometimes the least resistive choice is the right one, often it's not. What defines our lives is whether we have the will to resist, the sisu as it were, to make the harder choice, so that even if we do in the end choose the easier, it is because it is the right choice. Sometimes it is something simple. Maybe you are hiking and you have to choose between a higher, more difficult path, or a lower easier one. Sometimes it is much more complicated.
I hope, when I am an old man, that I will have been a good man who lived a good life. This may seem like a simple thing but it is not to me. I believe that most people are alright people who lived okay lives. That is fine. It just isn't what I want. I think living a good life or being a good man (neither of which I am close to having achieved) will neccesitate me making very hard choices many times from here to there. To be a great man or live a great life requires yet more and I think it is very possible that I have already taken the low road far too many times in my life to achieve those things. I often think of the times where I took the less resistive path when I knew it wasn't the right one, or convinced myself it was. Times I didn't train hard enough, didn't work hard enough on something I cared about, didn't help someone I could have, didn't take a chance with a girl. Times where I didn't have enough sisu. Those are the events that we call regrets. I think back to them and know that to be who I want to be and live the life I want to live I can never be so weak again.
This marathon was one of those choices. The path of less resistance was to call it a little bad luck, maybe do a half marathon, and maybe do a full down the road when I have more time to prepare. I thought about the word on my chest and knew that that wasn't the right choice, only the easier. So when I made it home, exhausted I registered for the marathon. I knew it would require a good deal of commitment and sacrifice. I would have to make it my biggest priority for the rest of my time in Wellingtona and continue to train while traveling. I would need to eat better, miss out on other things I would like to do, and train very very hard. It was the first choice, and the biggest, but not the hardest.
I've found, often it isn't that big choices that are the truly hard ones, it is the small. It is easy to finish a run, get excited and decide you are going to run a marathon. It is much harder to go run for three hours after a long day when you really don't want to. It is a lot harder to turn down the pizza you are craving for the beans and vegetables you aren't. It is a lot harder to tell the girl you just started dating that you can't see her that night, that you need to train instead. These things are hard for the very reason that they are small and easier to dismiss. It is these decisions that will truly test my sisu and determine how I perform in this chapter of my life. I would say that I hope I can do it, but it isn't a matter of if I can do it. It is only a matter of if I will.
Joey
Saturday, January 3, 2009
I need to be quicker
For the second time in a row now I've meant to ask a girl out on a date and been beaten to the punch. It seems like a foolish thing to be upset about, but I think I need to get better at asking girls out. I need the practice. I guess I have to stop being such a wuss and ask sooner. Too afraid of rejection I suppose. Either way I've got a coffee date tomorrow with a women name Fluer. She's a secondary school teacher (a kiwi). We met tonight, I gave her and a friend a baxi ride. Were meeting for coffee tomorrow at my favorite cafe, Astoria. Hope it goes well.
Joey
Joey
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Could I do it?
If the holidays do nothing else they certainly make us think of the people in our lives. This is usually for one of two reasons: either because we are with those people or away from them. That statement may seem rather absurd. Obviously at all times we are either near or away from people. What makes the holidays unique is that suddenly we become acutely aware of it. If we are near them we interact in a much more personal and focused way than normal. There are meals together which we attach special significance to, gift giving, all sorts of merriment. We travel great distances to be together bearing financial burden, awful airports, long drives. If we are away from each other than we go to special lengths to be in some kind of contact. We make sure to call or write even if we haven't for months. We make others a priority even if only for a few moments. Even if we are used to being away from people we can't help but think of them in these times.
Although I have never been good at keeping in contact I miss people terribly when I don't see them for a while. It is very hard for me. That being said part of what I like most about getting away from everything is that it makes me appreciate what I've left behind and what I am coming back to, particularly my friends and family. Those are the key words the, 'coming back to'. No matter where I've gone and what I've done I've always been coming back. Even though I don't know exactly what I'm doing when I get back to the states, I know I'm coming back.
It's got to me thinking, could I really just leave it all behind? I've always liked to fancy myself someone that could go anywhere, could set up shop wherever I pleased and make it work. Sure I would miss people but I could always make new friends, and anywhere I went I'd have me. I'm not so sure anymore. Even out here, with some of my best friends in the world, some of the people truly closest to me it's hard. There's still the people I left behind. I talk to my friend Stephanie out in Spain and how hard it is for her to be away from her friends and family, but that's her right not me, I'd be fine, right? 2 or 3 years ago I would have thought so, now I really don't know.
Joey
Although I have never been good at keeping in contact I miss people terribly when I don't see them for a while. It is very hard for me. That being said part of what I like most about getting away from everything is that it makes me appreciate what I've left behind and what I am coming back to, particularly my friends and family. Those are the key words the, 'coming back to'. No matter where I've gone and what I've done I've always been coming back. Even though I don't know exactly what I'm doing when I get back to the states, I know I'm coming back.
It's got to me thinking, could I really just leave it all behind? I've always liked to fancy myself someone that could go anywhere, could set up shop wherever I pleased and make it work. Sure I would miss people but I could always make new friends, and anywhere I went I'd have me. I'm not so sure anymore. Even out here, with some of my best friends in the world, some of the people truly closest to me it's hard. There's still the people I left behind. I talk to my friend Stephanie out in Spain and how hard it is for her to be away from her friends and family, but that's her right not me, I'd be fine, right? 2 or 3 years ago I would have thought so, now I really don't know.
Joey
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