Wired Writer

I Haven't Unpacked 'Cause I Wanna Go Back. Oy!

During my lunch hour on Monday, I rushed home and ran up the stairs to my computer to play my nearly daily blogging game of beat the clock. I sat down in my chair and pushed the power button like I always do. And nothing happens. No click, no reassuring rush and whir of the fan, nothing.

A wise guy, eh? Maybe a little pressure will remind you who's boss, eh? I push it again and hold it. Totally nothing. After tracing cables, plugging and unplugging, blowing dust out of the tower and subsequently ramming the frontal lobe of my brain up against my eyeballs from the sneezing, I declared the computer D.O.A.

I have now taken over my husband's computer in the meantime. Which is not so bad considering it is in the family room with all the comfortable furniture, easy access to bathroom and kitchen facilities, and sports the latest in computer and television technology. Oh, the sacrifices we writers must suffer for the continuance of our art.

Now, onto the the show...

Can I just say that I loved New York?

Loved, loved, loved New York. I'm talking punch drunk dumb, mad with glee, shout and hoot to the rooftops kind of love. You know, Tom-Kat 'jump on the couch while talking with Oprah on national television' kind of love.

Now, granted, I hit almost all the top-shelf items one could while on vacation: lovely weather, a stay in a suite room in four star hotel located in Manhattan (right around the corner from the Waldorf-Astoria), and sharing the trip with two people whom you like enough to spend five days together non-stop.

That aside, I was taken aback and totally charmed by what I ate saw, ate, and experienced:

--Excluding one particularly overripe cabbie, New Yorkers know how to smell good. Walking in and out of wafting fragrances punctuated the days with a sophisticated and pleasant mood.

--Cheesecake transforms from a dessert into a carnal sin in New York. After two bites, I felt the urge to recite Hail Marys. Then I got over it and ate the rest, completely empathizing with Eve and the Adam/apple fiasco.

--Subway entertainment is just as good as any music show I've seen here in Ohio. Just a little bit hotter. (Whew, can you say stuffy?)

--Three Midwestern girls walking the down the sidewalks of Manhattan look like plodding, fattened cattle compared to the typical New Yorker. Nobody is overweight here. Everybody walks fast and with FOCUS. Sheesh, we even saw a 5k run just for senior citizens. And let me tell ya, Grandma is sporting six-pack abs and Grandpa is a study in fluid motion as he runs, not even breaking a sweat as he crosses the finish line.

--Kosher hotdogs from the corner vendor are really, really good for breakfast. I highly recommend the guy right outside St. Patrick's Cathedral. Hey, the 10:15 mass was really long. I was freakin' hungry.

Oh, so much more to tell, so many pictures to view! I will do another round of show and tell tomorrow. And share some publishing news as well -- believe it or not, I'm still writing, and apparently, appealing to an editor or two.

posted by A.M.Adams @ 9/27/2005 10:54:00 PM