Posts Tagged ‘Travel’

And where have I been exactly?

Monday, June 18th, 2007

My cyclical habit of post some, hide some repeats once again, but at least with good reason.  Since my trip to Chicago, I’ve been working almost non-stop to design and build-out a new music blog for the fine folks I work for with the intent of launching today. On top of that, I was trying to coordinate plans for the annual trip to Bonnaroo, this time with credentials provided on behalf of another music blog that would get me press and photo privileges.

As of this afternoon, both of these are now done deals. You can pay a visit to the LimeWire Music Blog now (expect tweaks and a revised logo — the name changed while I was off on the road) and expect to see and read all about my Bonnaroo experience over the next few days at BrooklynVegan, here, and my Flickr account.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some content creating to do….

Shutterbug, wordsmith, and a timely poster — pick two

Tuesday, June 5th, 2007

Yes, I’m alive and well, thank you. I know that some of you might have questioned that fact when the last post made talked about flying high above the northeast as I made my way to Chicago. Indeed, there were no crashes or catastrophes, nor foul play or bouts of amnesia. I got home, got very busy and forgot that I had a web site to write for. In other words: par for the course.

As always, my writing is behind schedule, and the photo posting stuck way behind that. Trust me, they will make their way up at some point before the next ice age. As a sign of good faith, here’s two shots that prove I actually left my apartment and didn’t make up the whole trip (as if you doubted my words?):

Chicago skyline

 

Bus stop reflection

There are another 969 shots I have to sort through from my three day whirlwind tour of the windy city.

Of course, it’s not just the recent photos I’ve been stingy on posting. There’s a whole library of photos that are already sorted into groups, ready to post. Hell, some were once on this site in the long since defunct “Memories” section. Feeling somewhat guilty, I took a slice of my non-existant spare time and posted a few sets — both old and new — to my Flickr account. Here’s they are, chronologically reversed for your viewing pleasure:

  • The 30th birthday bash-a-ma-tag (Apr. 21, 2007)
    Two days before the big milestone, a host of people gathered to help me celebrate it in style. Festivities started at Jake’s Dilemma on the upper west side, continued with a heary meal at EJ’s Luncheonette, and wound down with karaoke at Second on Second.


  • On a Coney Island afternoon (Aug. 5, 2006)
    Chris, Teresa, Erin and I headed out to the isle of Coney Island to celebrate Teresa’s birthday — my first visit to the famous New York landmark.


  • My own personal Waterloo (Aug. 9, 2003)
    One rainy summer afternoon Joanna and I ventured out to see a host of really great bands play at the Waterloo concert field in NJ.


  • A lazy Saturday in Allaire (May 27, 2000)
    Some pictures from a springtime visit to Allaire State Park, one of the best places NJ has to offer.


The hope is that I can continue to add more photo sets before I leave to head off to Bonnaroo next Wednesday. Of course, I’m also trying to get a blog launched for the office by that time as well, so no guarantees. The plus to that, though, is that I’m learning TONS more about actually crafting a good custom WordPress template, and all that hard work will find its way onto this beast of a site after my trip.

Ah, the things I do for my hobby….

Sitting on top of the world

Saturday, May 19th, 2007

The world looks a lot different from the other side of the clouds, and I’m kicking myself that it took me until age 30 to actually get on an airplane and see it from this perspective — a real flight of real distance and consequence, not a five minute teaser in a Cesna like I’ve had once before.

In flight….

Rivers and lakes pop through the holes in the cloud cover, and I’m shocked by their numbers and their sizes. Lakes of not just water, but fog as well, pooling in mountain valleys as we cross the Appalachians. I’m snapping photos like their going out of style and I have this big grin on my face. I’m a giant kid doing something exhilarating, and just a tad risky — a roller coaster with fewer dives and loops, just gentle turns and the occasion drop in the bottom of my stomach to remind me just how far from the ground we really are.

The pilot chimes in to notify us that our 737 has reached its cruising altitude — I’m 40,000 feet from the ground, and higher than I’ve ever been in my life. My friend erin sits next to me, trying to grab a few extra winks of sleep — she’s old hat at this. I type this diatribe with Rana playing in my ears while the attendants hand out oatmeal raisin bars.

Chicago is our destination — Midway airport. I’ve always wanted to see the city, but until my friend Karina moved out there last winter, I really had no good excuse for the trip. But the plans are for me to cram as much of it into one weekend as possible. I’m excited to see the Sears Tower, Lake Michigan, the art museum — to Ferris Bueller it up. But I’m most excited to see my friend.

My existence has gained a new perspective, and if I’m lucky it’ll gain a few more before I head back to New York and my everyday routine.

(Written at 7:30 am, somewhere over Pennsylvania, or Ohio — I think)