I now reside with Miranda Payton in Astoria New York on 35th Street and 23rd Avenue in a studio apartment. Let me tell you: it is hard rock. If you ever think about dropping what you're doing to go live in New York for a while, consider this a resounding wink of affirmation and pat on the back. You made a good choice. On the other hand don't feel too bad if you're not up for it. It's really none of my business. I did just get back from the kickest assest bicycle journey of my entire living days. My apartment is only ~4 miles from midtown Manhattan, and taking the bike path on the Queensborough Bridge it's a pretty straightforward shot. Everyone who has been to NYC doesn't need to be told just how stimulating it is to walk up and down its vivacious avenues and boulevards. But hear this from me now: next time you're here (if NYC's your bag) make it a point to bring or rent a bicycle and tour the city in this medium. It is incredible. I am still reeling from it as I sit typing. Maybe I'm still in bright-eyed pilgrim mode but I doubt it. The very fact that I am a pilgrim who has spent his 24 years outside of anything like this place, seems to preclude my being desensitized for a very long time. Also, I really really love this place. Austin, you cool, but if you're going to be a city, take notes from this place. Seriously. Alright, enough words, Time for some pictures.
The precarious jalopy. Pretty much everything we own is on or inside this vehicle.
Nice countryside. Tennessee or Georgia, I can't remember.
We were driving through a nice storm here. The lighting was interesting.
The room with all the stuff thrown on the floor. There's a bed there now.
This is a shot of the northern tip of Roosevelt Island from a park in Queens. Manhattan towers behind.
A view of the Southern bit of Randalls Island from Queens.
I'll put up some more later.
