Forward, Onward, Upward

One thing I have come to realize professionally is the sheer impossibility of understanding complex physical or digital systems with simple intuition.    Which is not to devalue those intuitions; they are important(!) ;  however acting or investing on those intuitions alone can lead us astray.   We don’t just “think” that the bridge will be robust, we rigorously analyze it to our best ability.  These analyses aren’t reality – but after one, ten, a thousand bridges (and some failed ones)  we start to understand which calculations are important, which ones are not.  We learn that there are accurate calculations and inaccurate calculations.  Next, we learn that some of the most important calculations are also inaccurate.  This forces us to now evaluate our evaluation: what are the bounds of the inaccuracy?   The design must then account for the worst case.

It is only natural to react to outside forces.   The bridge deck must flex ever-so-slightly to elongate the cable suspending it before the cable will provide additional support.  There is no other way

Reacting to the current outside forces is how we must live;  there is no other way.   But just as the bridge designer provided a thoughtfully-located steel cable to carry that stress with neither unsettling movement  nor accumulating negative effects, we should be able to live by design.   (Oh dear.  I’ve stumbled upon this being the title of a motivational “Dr. Phil” series.  Not that)

The design process is, by nature, iterative.   Some phases go by in a moment, others take years.   It can be applied to anything which is durable.    This could be thing like a house or a car.   However the boundaries are far wider; perhaps infinite!   A musical score, a football play-book.   As person who enjoys creating from scratch; I dare say that the hardest thing to do is realize when to change phase.  It’s simple to spending too much time building out a concept before testing and realizing a serious flaw, or spend too much time defining the requirement and never get anything built.     Sometimes we build things that meets all of the known requirements; our failing was assumed understanding of the needs.  The entire cycle is mostly wasted effort.

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The goal

To draft a methodology which aids us in responding to the outside forces in our lives.

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry into Values

There’s a book that I read in 2009; I read it again in 2019.  You have probably heard of it; the title is Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert Pirsig.

While the content of this narrative about the nature of quality work; regardless of the media form (i.e. literary, philosophical, physical, graphical) is interesting and inviting of further exploration;  Robert does an excellent job demonstrating that the path to a rational understanding “Quality” is long, twisted, and may lead to insanity.   We’re also presented with some contrast between himself and the Sutherlands, their romantic vs intrinsic tendencies. You can ready about Plato and Socrates and all kind of things they teach in Philosophy classes. This is all written in the book.  Go read it and talk about it to the philosophers.

There is a much deeper level to this work than simply what the author wrote.   Intrinsically, we have a story about a man who battled insanity attempting to articulate his view of the world.   The author lived much of the same story; I dare say Robert lived relatively comfortably in the latter half of his life due the success of this novel (two circumnavigations on a small boat being a strain on the definition of comfort).

Without shame,  I am equally fascinated by the dynamics of capitalism at work in what is widely considered a masterpiece antithesis of capitalism.    Pirsig created a durable, desirable product with rights to the intellectual property, and profited handsomely.

Upon closing this book two weeks ago;  there’s the easy way out.  It’s tough to quell an initial desire to talk to others about the book.    Tough, until it hit me; everyone did that.   They write reviews, blog posts.  There is even a “guide book” published to read along with it!    It is metaphorically kin to buying a walk-through for an RPG.  FFVII was by far my favorite video game experience.   I can never re-create the experience of playing through the first time, not knowing anything about what was coming.    I talked to people about it for years, I dove into web forums,  I read into back stories, but it was inescapable; everyone is analyzing this game.     I have nothing to contribute.   My thoughts on ZAMM are similar.

What, then, does one do in response to reading the “book which inspired a generation” ?

-Buy the guidebook, and the next book, read a thousand reviews?

-Go on a cross country motorcycle trip?

-Go study Buddhism, ancient Greek philosophy, modern philosophy?  

From here to there (and back again).

I have decided to do exactly as the title states: begin an inquiry into my values    Not for the purposes of monetizing it, not to have the masses criticize or follow it.    Why, then?

For the last 15 years, my life has been much like a train passage.     When, in 2003 I made the decision to pursue a dual degree BS/MS at the Rochester Institute of Technology in mechanical engineering, it was unfathomable how predictable the future would be.

Imagine leaving Philadelphia on The Pennsylvanian, heading west, and travel for a few days; you might get to Pittsburgh, Chicago, St. Louis,  or Detroit.     You may get to Kansas or Colorado only by knowing exactly where you want to go and never stopping along the way.    California or Oregon is entirely out of reach in the time allocated.  Maine and Florida became quite unlikely the moment we chose to go west, not north or south.

I know you got problems… hell, we all do. But you gotta understand that there ain’t no gettin’ offa this train we’re on, till we get to the end of the line.

-Barret Wallace

I would estimate roughly 50% of my life has been spent looking for the end of line, and making decisions at discrete points with limited data.  Should I have done it differently?   Absolutely Not.  I would deeply question my ability to choose a destination so long ago, and there is unquestionably value in letting life drive the train.   Life, however, isn’t just a couple d20.   It’s an aggregate of capitalistic pressures of America, our emotions and personal needs, family, friends, and many other parameters, but the worst of all is what seems “Urgent”.    We forget where we want to go.   The pressures of out society shove right, we go right.  It matters not where we are or what lies to the right.

Why should we do this?  Who has time to articulate a world view?

The theory:  One’s world view is of complexity such that it cannot be articulated or accessed for decision making purposes through strict intuition.  As we rely on these views and values to make decisions about the future, an articulate and complete understanding of one’s world view and values is necessary to make those decisions optimal.

Only by placing a stake in the ground of our universe, to read the maps, observe the heavens with a sextant,  and say “I am here”.    Here is complex; we have limited resources, time, friendships, goals, and emotions.  My opinion, as one that engineers fairly complex systems, is that the magnitude of complexity would leave any first-pass attempt to be flawed; only by careful refinement and review of our assumptions can something remotely true be formed.

Thus forms the first element

State

What was, What is, What shall be

For a human being, Life is the time we spend between states.    Simultaneously meaningless and everything;

One might say that reflection of past states is meaningless, in today’s “Hustle Culture”, the only thing of importance is what’s next.     But nothing happens by accident; the next state is a direct result of our actions, and the best lessons in life are the results from our prior actions.    Soil and stone exist in one state for millennia, they are mined from the earth and enter a period of transition, emerging in a new state such as bricks and mortar.    This periodicity of transition and stability will occur several times over hundreds of years, one day they shall be buried in the soil to slowly decay into the red clay as which they began.   Not too different from humans,  save that the the poor bricks don’t get a say in the matter.

I took  a little time and generated a cute little state chart of my career a few months ago, when I was job searching.   (For what it’s worth, I’m not working right now.    That’s not an accident.)  I can also live comfortably for an undetermined period of time.   Not an accident either.    A great-paying job with a company and manager that loved this graphic was offered to me; I didn’t take it.     The sentence on the far right is just something I typed in a hot minute to tell to hiring managers, not where I want to be.   

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Seeing how each state falls on a rhythm ~ 5 years?    The stops on this train are pretty far apart.   Yes, you can do dramatic things like jump off the train.  It might derail at the worst possible moment, when we have no say in the matter;  Life can deal some insane cards.    But here I am; the train left the station and I’m not on it.  Which begs the question

Where the hell am I?

Arguments and Parameters

I would be doing a massive disservice to talented software engineers if I considered myself one of them – at the same time, my understanding of computer science is stretches far beyond basic.  At its simplest form:

Future State  = Function(Current State)

The concept of state is utterly fascinating; it can be composed of as limited or limitless number of parameters as required by the calculation.

Take our red clay brick.  It can be in the ground,  on truck,  at a factory,  or wrapped up on a palette.   It can be used whole, or it can be chopped up to fit a corner.   It can do one of many jobs in the wall;  jobs that even have names such as a stretcher, shiner, header, sailor, soldier.   The brick can be dry or soaked through, dirty or clean.  It can be part of a gleaming skyscraper, or a footway in an ancient garden.   Part of something, or all by itself.   If alone, is it in a place where it can be used in an assembly?  If a part of something, what does the future of that entity hold?  The dirty and broken brick in the footway may provide sure footing for a thousand years, while a perfect brick in a building may be reduced to landfill in weeks.  This can be because the building lacks intrinsic value (i.e. structural integrity and watertightness),  because the building simply does not provide value to justify consuming downtown real estate, or because of  disaster.

One could spend hours, perhaps weeks formulating all the parameters describing the current state of a single red brick as it exists in our universe.   As an engineer, sometimes we do!   A difference in hardness of a brick’s face, or even simply the depth at which a brick face changes from hard to soft, can be the difference between a structure that is sound for 50 years or 5000 years.

Applying this model of “State” to humans can appear linear in theory; just as bricks become walls, walls become floors, floors become buildings, buildings become towns,  a lone being can join a household,  a neighborhood. City,  state,  region,  country, world.   These sorts of demographic macro-views are important, and interesting, but that topic is far above the current discourse. It’s easy – really, really easy- to fall into a trap of commentary with naught for action which does not require the lengthy process consensus in a powerful legislative body.   I attended a luncheon a few days ago,  full of calls to action.  “Call your representative!”

Parameters that define a state.

An incomplete list.  The intention is to be applicable to a single person or an organizational structure, such as a club, family or a business.

  • Values (this one is complicated)
  • Immediate Family – Partners? Children?
  • Relationships – Non business and Business
  • Responsibilities – People, Pets, Assets, Companies that we are primary caretakers of
  • Caretakers – Those that we rely on regularly
  • Money:   Assets, Liabilities, Income, Expenses
  • Health
  • Location
  • How we spend our time
  • Goals   (struck this one out.  Goals are simply future states)
  • Organizational Membership
  • Skills and Credentials
  • Accomplishments and Legacy
  • Work in Progress

In Conclusion.

a very rough draft

  • Values
    • Creation >> consumption
    • Things that last >> things that are temporary
    • Always evaluate the foundation and the roof
    • Engineering is most importantly the creation of detailed, actionable, and rationalized documents.
    • Intuition is necessary.  In fact, intuition tells us when to let the engineers off their leashes.
    • Improvement is doing ever more difficult things better
    • Good criticism must either provide an alternative or be based on sound logic.  Criticism solely based on opinion and intuition is worse than nothing.
    • Net Worth matters.
    • Always order exactly what you want.  Ambiguity generally will not go your way.
  • Immediate Family
    • My fiancée, whom I am marrying this fall!
  • Relationships
    • Extending an effort to reconnect with a number of people, both friends and business contacts, which I have left slip during the course of about 3 years in a fairly depressed state.
  • Responsibilities – I support my friends and immediate family with some of their home improvement
  • Caretakers – My fiancée.  The cleaner.  The roofer who has been keeping our properties dry.
  • Health
    • Reasonably Good. Recent Physical (January)
    • Delinquent with eye doctor and dentist visit
  • Location
    • Philadelphia, PA
  • How we spend our time
    • Introspection / Writing (Mostly this article, and various bits that lead up to it)
    • Reading –  Zero to One.  Physics of Business Growth.  ZAAM.  Slaughterhouse Five
    • My finacee’s and my own family
  • Organizational Membership
    • First Robotics 423
    • Idle – Corinthian Yacht Club, Ivy Ridge Green, MSSC, PADA
  • Skills and Credentials
  • Accomplishments and Legacy
  • Work in Progress

I started this post on February 8 2011. I finished it in 2019

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It is simply incredible, finding this post (and really, the entire blog) some 8+ years later.    Not only due to the time elapsed; but the sheer magnitude of what I presented in a couple paragraphs sitting on a bus

  1.  The bus.   I don’t ride the bus anymore;  I can’t even recall the last bus trip I ventured on.   To be honest, some of the people I met on those bus trips in 2011 are unilaterally not part of my life anymore.   But those trips brought one toxic relationship to a complete end;  created a connection with someone new that was incredibly emotionally maturing, and above all, taught me the value of talking to the person sitting next to you.  It’s a lesson and skill that has faded from memory, and one that I am actively working to resurrect.
  2. The trip to Greenland.   I hated the trip to Greenland.   I hated it so hard that not long after getting back to America I quit my job, quit my lease, quit my industry, moved to Philadelphia and STARTED OVER
  3. The apartment search.  Having others in charge of the roof over my head was difficult.   I did not find my landlords “Reasonable” or caring about their property.   I spent a lot of money on garbage for years.   I was paying minimum payments on my student loans and not contributing to any kind of retirement fund, to buy a house at the time of this post.  That happened.  It is lovely except for…
  4. The apartment.  I succeeded in negotiating a sublet for the duration of my trip and paid the rent to stay where I was after returning.  $2100 saved.  One of the absolute worst experiences of my life happened because of that $2100.     I don’t want to talk about it, but this experience, and person, has irreversibly destroyed my future in this lovely house I have invested the intervening years, blood, and sweat building.    I am fortunate that the property has monetary value to others; I’ll be OK.   But I shall fruitlessly plea to 25 year old Brian ” MOVE! DO NOT STAY ON 84th STREET!”

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On another note, all dozen or so of my readers (I actually have no idea, I don’t have the slightest clue how many follow me) want to know how things are going. This includes me, because honestly, I’ve just been living, and I’m the kind of person who needs to sit down and think about “how am I doing”

Well, as per the norm, I’m typing while sitting on a bus. I’ve spent far too much time on buses lately. Bus to Philly, bus to Boston, bus to work, and obviously coming home from these places as well. The subways, too – I’m becoming a master of the subways in Manhattan, though I find myself arbitrarily avoiding Queens and Brooklyn. There’s a lot to Manhattan, and I tend to compartmentalize when exploring new places.

I need to stay where I am until March 10, go to Greenland, and set up a place to stay beginning April 1. This is the most painful option, but the best financially. I don’t even know how to go about setting up a room share two months ahead of time, but it would save me mucho dollars – I only pay $500 in rent from now until April 1. Option B involves $1200 for march and $900 for February. Total saved – $2100

I think I might need to do this. Sorry, Mom. I know you don’t want to watch my cat anymore :(

Lets see. Other than apartment searching, Life has been interesting. Work is getting into full swing, I’m trying to learn how to be an RF expert, logistics manager, etc etc etc. I’m actually at work now so I should stop typing and get off the stupid bus. This is so hardcore it’s like a live blog of my life, except you only get updates once in a blue moon. But, such is the life of a poor unloved blog.

I’ve also been doing a lot more reading – spending so much time on public transportation does that to you, and I guess It’s a part of life that faded away a bit during undergrad and grad school. I leave you with this from the “Toilers of the Sea” by Victor Hugo : “Of all the teeth of time, none leave a bigger mark than the pick-axe of man”

Because you love photos…

These are from a really great night – in fact, quite possibly my best night in NYC so far. I have a saying that in my life, just about everything good comes from sailing, and even in the concrete jungle of New York this has managed to hold true. I applied for a sailing instructor position at the Manhattan Sailing School, and the interview involved large amounts of alcohol and a lot of talking about sailing in the Caribbean. The school is really a money machine, having a monopoly on sailing that can be reached using only the NYC subway. This is huge for a lot of people who despise buses, and the fact that they will pay $400 for two 8 hour days of sailing shows it. If you want to make money sailing, Manhattan is the place to do it…as long as you keep the bar tabs under control.
The position is great – show up on Saturdays and Sundays, take people for a sail, teach them only if they want to be taught, making $20 an hour doing by far my favorite activity. The camaraderie within the sailing community is exceptional, too. Honestly, it’s where I belong – and I am exceptionally excited to have found a little niche of wind and water in this terrifying city of steam radiators and concrete.
But really, I know you just want photos. So..here!

Well, I’m adjusting to life here. I still owe you a photo filled post, no, two photo filled posts, one of where I work, and one of where I live right now. And by the time I do that, I’ll likely be on the hook for another, where I live *then* , because yeah, Brian the magical traveling NY gypsy is not ready to be staying in one place.

Highlights so far!!

Sunday-night happy hours
Shopping at Marshall’s post-Christmas
Managing to have, so far, not eaten dinner at a restaurant or have food delivered, (besides pizza, twice)
All the awesome dinners I have cooked, and grocery shopping experience
A very strange 3 days where the girl, who’s bedroom I am subletting, was here and sleeping on the couch
Manhattan sailing club
Thursday night happy hours
Pizza Friday night board games. (I learned here that at work, the days of the week are Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Pizza Friday)
Lazy Saturday’s trip to the Bronx, mission to fix the stove in my apartment
Sunday night extended happy hour
Realizing I need a new home in about 7 days. Damnit!
Terrible Subway disaster
Snow!
Oh yeah, and I switched to Mozilla Firefox

Yes, yes. I realize how disappointing a list like this is without any details. And details I shall add. But not now, I need to eat. And between the “publish” button and the “save for later” button, I’m going to submit to instant gratification and publish this list-in-place of a blog.

Who leaves Times Square, 11 hours before midnight on New Year’s Eve? This guy.

Yes, you read the title correctly. For my new year celebration, I took subway, bus, and automobile to travel from the heart of NYC to the lovely rural village of Douglassville, Pennsylvania.

Here you will find the home of Mr. L, my scout leader from days long gone. Year after year I find myself celebrating the period resetting of the MONTH column here. Sometimes there is home-brewed Absynthe and straight liquor, always good beer, sometimes cheap beer, usually unhealthy snack foods all night but *always* a great breakfast served up for us the next morning.
The real reason I go though, is to keep up the tradition with my friends. Few..no…none of us live within an hour of here anymore. And year after year, the number who come dwindle, to I think an all-time low of 6 this year. The “core”, you could call it. Now, I don’t have a problem with this, really. These guys are awesome, and have been in my life for a long time. But on the other hand, we’ve always had the small gathering on Black Friday, and NYE was the real party. So, for next year, I think we need to step it up. Chris is pretty busy, being a Dad and all, maybe someone else should host. A change of locale, perhaps, but we need to start winning over those who have been bailing out, or else the tradition will die. Stagnation for eternity is not an option.

Also, I don’t even use twitter, but I found their error-message image entertaining. The little birdies can’t handle the whale!  They just can’t do it!!!

Merry Christmas – More Photos from NYC!

No foreplay here – I’m just going to start by posting some pictures from right before Christmas.   It snowed in NY, a lot, and it kinda sucks, that rant will come later, but please believe me when I say that a white Christmas is NOT pretty in this city.

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Ok, now that the long-overdue chore of photo-posting is done,  I would like to say I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday.  I actually took the opportunity to escape from the Big Apple, driving home to visit the family in what tends to be a waterfall of great food and family gatherings packed into a 24 hour period.  The drive home absolutely sucked, I decided to try a shorter route, which turns out to be the way that everybody likes to go.   I’ll stick with my previous plan of going north, then west, and finally turning south towards home.  When traveling the east coast, unless you actually want to stop in New York City, don’t try to go through.  Trust me, you *will* be stopped.

OH!

So, I moved into an apartment….for a little less than a month.   It’s a nice place, located in Harlem, far enough east that I can get to the 4/5/6 trains (which is important for exploring the East side) and right on the 2/3 express, which get me to the West side.   I drove into the city in order to bring my stuff here, already breaking one of my promises to my car (to never subject it to NYC traffic).  Well, driving to work in the morning was a blast, cutting off taxi cabs, swerving around stopping cars, etc etc.  I think there’s a little bit of an aggressive city driver in me!

I also went Christmas shopping, and realized upon parking my car on the side of a Harlem street, that my backseat was full of presents.  This isn’t going to work, is it!  Haul them all to the apartment..then back down in the morning for the drive home.

Back to Christmas holiday.  This year was colored with a replacement tradition – rather than Christmas Eve at my father’s house, we did it with my sister and brother in law.   There was much merriment, a tiny playlist on repeat, good food, hot coffee.  It’s great to see that after 2 years now, my sister and her husband seem to be doing perfectly fine.  However, this gather had to wrap up – there was a another scheduled for the morning!

To be brief, I was on gathering overload by the time Tuesday morning rolled around and it was time to go back to work.  I decided..well..the wine decided..that I was not driving myself up monday night, so I had to commute straight into work Tuesday.  I’ll tell you what, a two and a half hour drive is not the best way to start the morning, especially when the roads are a little on the ugly side. I made it and settled into the office, jumping right back into the purchasing of some high-end electrical test equipment.  My job, for the moment, involves building a fairly complicated research device, and then making sure it works the first time they actually go to use it.  Because they’re renting a military airplane to fly this instrument around the arctic, and that ain’t cheap.  It had better work. No pressure, right?

-Bri

How to move to NY?

I am please to share with you this awesome view.  I can tell you – being hundreds of feet above the middle of the Hudson river on a chilly, windy December night is not really that much fun!

So, the past 4 days have been borderline insanity.  As I pointed out, I  *don’t* live in Manhattan.  I live in Palisades, which is an easy commute to NYC.  The main difficulty here is that commuters don’t stay in the city late, and the options for escaping the city to go home get more and more expensive as the clock passes 7, 10, and 1 respectively.  And weekends?   Forget about it.  Though, there is always driving, and I have a car.  I’m just not sure if I’ve convinced myself I know how to keep a car in the city, not to mention I don’t know where to put all the stuff that’s stored in it. You see, part of being a wandering gypsy is having a place to keep your things.  As opposed to a trash bag that I hide under someone’s stairwell, I use my car, conveniently hidden 15 miles from Manhattan.

Let me describe a typical day for now.  Go to work from about 8am to 2pm.  Short day, I know, but there isn’t a whole lot to do anyway, I just talk to equipment vendors, check up on how some contractors are progressing on a lab renovation, read about signal processing.  Then, I hop on the shuttle, and 30-40 minutes later I find myself no longer in the peaceful woodlands with old growth trees towering overhead and squirrels running about.  I get dropped off at the northern tip of Columbia University, which happens to be a few short blocks south of Spanish Harlem and a few blocks west of plain ol’ Harlem.  Taxi cabs, honking horns, people standing on street corners, people wandering with shopping carts of all their belongings.  Nowhere to even take a leak without buying food.  But most of all – nobody actually cares.    So here I am, brand new to the city.  I have with me $50 and my netbook, I don’t know the mass transit system, really, I don’t know anything.  I have an appointment to see a place i found on craigslist.  It’s 35 blocks north and 3 avenues east – I start walking.  This isn’t that bad!  You can see how the mix of people on the street changes from predominantly white, to hispanic, to black, to white.   I thought it was the big “melting pot”  but there seem to be clear racial communities.

Apartment number 1.  British overload – we have a professor of music as a landlord, and 2 girls, a ballerina and a nursing student, all from the UK.  He likes me, and wants me to sign on for a year.  A year!  I’ve been here one day.  Short term is do-able, he says, but I need two months of rent ahead.  That’s $2400 just to move in – $2400 paid my rent for an entire YEAR in Rochester.  Ok, maybe this isn’t going to be so easy.  What to do now?

I give the bus a shot.  It’s a very simple route, the M101, directly N/S along Amsterdam.   The 35 blocks, which took quite some time on the way north, take considerably less this time around.  Now what?  I’m at 122 and Amsterdam, and I spy a WIFI sign on top of a FREE COFFEE WITH FOOD sign, down the avenue.  I’m hungry, so the possibility of food, coffee, and internet is looking pretty good right now.  Not to mention they have a restroom.

So, here we are at the Elsa-Bell.  I hope on craigslist and begin search for apartment with phone numbers in the listing.  Call, call, devoure burger, call.  Not much luck – I manage to find one more hit for the day, which turns out to be a decent possibility.  140th and Broadway – 20 blocks from my bus stop, only 650 per month, but the place is kind of a dump, and the neighborhood a little on the shady side.  I pass, and retreat home.  Over the course of a few hours, I’ve walked over a hundred blocks, spent $15 on one meal and $2.50 on a bus ride, saw two apartments, one that was too nice and one that was far too not-nice. If my goal here was exercise, I’m doing great. If it was to keep myself thin, I know I didn’t eat enough for the time and activity I spent there.  If my goal was to find a new home..fail. Time to retreat to my desolate library and browse craigslist over a bottle of wine.   Tomorrow will be another day!!

Greetings from NY…Palisades, NY

Greetings from one of the most weird NY city moves, ever.  It’s so crazy that a week has passed – well, almost a week.   I moved up here into temp housing, a place called Lamont Hall.  I suppose I should mention, I’m working for Columbia U, and doing most of my work on their satellite campus known as the “Lamont Doherty Earth Observatory” ,  a spacious place with large parking lots, trees, squirrels.

Actually, I’ll just snap a photo out my window.  Just to prove to you that “Toto, we’re not in New York City anymore(yet?) ”

(Sorry about the screen)

This campus is about 12 miles north of the George Washington Bridge, which connects Fort Lee, NJ with Uptown (181 st) Manhattan.  So I’m close, but not that close, to the city.  There’s a shuttle that runs from here to there, and silly me, I thought that was the best way to get into the city.  I mean, it’s convenient and all, but it stops running at 6pm.   It delivers you at 120 + Amsterdam, and for that reason alone, the 120s have become my “home base” for my current mission – find somewhere THERE to live.

So, between managing HR paperwork and such, trying to get myself situated with everything,  worry about getting trapped in the city if I missed the last bus, I actually didn’t spend a whole lot of time there.  A few hours on Wednesday, a little bit longer on Friday.

You know for not being a city boy at all, this city thing isn’t that intimidating.  I mean, everything you want is available (for a cost) right around the corner.   You’re never out  of easy walking distance from a liquor store, restaurant, bank, whatever. I seriously think the NY bottle deposit was developed as a subsidy for the homeless.  Anyway,my first two days in the city, I wandered about aimlessly, soaking in this place, processing it, attempting to put on a guise as someone who has their shit together.  Except, I’m the weirdo who goes home every night to a ghost house in the woods, 15 miles away.

So, the ghost house!  This is my current pad.  It’s pretty expensive (for me, anyway) at $50 a night, but  I’m paying it to Columbia, and they’re paying me to look for an apartment, so I’m not that worried about it.  Lamont Hall is the library for this satellite campus, and has beds upstairs.  So, it’s a lot like staying in a library after it closes – it goes from quiet, to desolate.  A few nights ago, I decided to wander about, in the dark,naked in my pajamas and take some photos.

So, at night after 6pm, this place is all mine (and trust me, it’s a lot bigger than the couple photos I posted suggested).  There are noises in the walls, and occasional security guard visits, but for the most part humans and spirits alike leave me alone, until I get bored and drive into town (which, really, isn’t that far away).

It’s funny.  I feel trapped here, out in the suburbs.  It’s been that way all my life with Philly, and I get here to find more of the same.  Hop in the car, 15 minute drive down the highway to go to the mall, or a bar.  Normal suburbs life.  WOO PARTY TIME..yeah, no.  Just normal suburbs life with a tall price tag.

Dear Life…..Wow

Well!  A lot has gone on in the last week.  Oddly enough, a week when I have been more alone than I have in the last 6 years or so – I’ve always had roomates or family around, but with my father away for the week, I’ve had the house to myself, except for that crazy party last night (which, sadly, never happened, we went out instead, which involves far less drinking) The short of it:  I have a bangin’ new job just outside of  NYC.  I’m living out of a hotel.  I got about 12 hours of warning between being hired and my first day.  My first day involved 7 hours of driving and 9 hours at work.  I slept all of like..2 hours the night before. I planned on being all prepared to head back up, but guess what- I’m not. at.all.   In fact I think I’m going to throw a bunch of stuff in my car and LEAVE.  Woo-Woo!  I wanna party with you!  (I don’t think anyone who reads knows where that comes from) On a more serious note,  I’m really excited for this opportunity.  It’s roots are tied in a twisted, twisted way to sailing, just like the roots of most things truly *good* in my life recently.  Life’s crazy like that, isn’t it?  Really – what kind door is opened up because of the combination of a Rolling Stones concert in 2002 and living on a sailboat for a month in 2010.   I didn’t have to do either of those things!   But then you talk to somebody new, and it’s like “Hey, yeah, I saw the ‘Stones.  Whoa, you lived on a sailboat too?”   and suddenly you have a new friend!  Without that old concert , the conversation may have gone nowhere. Anyway, I just threw a bunch of clothes into a trash bag, stuffed it in my car, delivered the cat to my mom’s house, and it’s time to GO.  I’ll let you know when I get there!

UPDATE I am here.  Me and my trashbag..ok..I jammed that into a duffel…and my laptop, and a wooden box full of booze.

Tick..Tick..Tick…

I’d like you all to meet a friend of mine, something that has been in my life for a long, long time.

Meet my small, plastic, Chinese made, Hung Wai Industries, clock.  I haven’t named it, or assigned a gender, but in French, L’horloge is masculine, so why not run with it.  This guy has lived in my bedroom, tick-tick-ticking away, for something like 20 years.  Occasionally forgotten and neglected but faithfully counting the seconds.  That’s all one can ask of a simple clock, right?  They don’t tell you what time it is, really.  All they do is count elapsed time, and not every clock has the same understanding of how long a second is.

When I say occasionally forgotten, I actually mean most of the time.  If a battery didn’t last so damn long, I’m sure I would have tossed it by now.  And when I say not every clock has the same understanding of how long a second is, this guy fails SOHARD.

All in all, it’s not my #1 timekeeper of choice – but you know what?   Once in a while, when my roomates are quiet, and I turn my computer off, and there’s no noise outside, and I don’t have the radio on, or the coffee pot brewing, and it’s not too windy out..

Tick…Tick…Tick …

When I hear that clock ticking, it doesn’t matter that it’s wrong.  It doesn’t matter that the ticks don’t line up with my other, less audible, timekeepers.  It is such a quiet ticking – if I can hear it, you know damn well that I have no care for elapsed time.  Not to say that all my cares are gone, but for the moment, schedules, time-lines, mathematics, budgets,  are out of my mind.

It’s lonely, sure.  A reminder that time, life, is just passing by, and doesn’t give 2 cents about what I’m up to.  A reminder to do with it what you can, explore the things you might not be good at, to sharpen everything you *are* good at.  That it might be a good idea to let someone into your heart before the fire burns out, because people aren’t clocks.  People grow, change, experience, fade away.  Clocks on the other hand,

Tick…Tick…Tick…

Cheers!  To setting aside time to think, time to work, time to love, time to have fun.  My balance here has not been that great lately, but things are changing, I’ll be moving soon, starting a new job in an unknown city.  I might not even bring the clock, but I have no doubt he’ll be doing his thing when I stop back.

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