Can you imagine living here in New York and not leaving the city all Summer long? I mean look at me, I recently started writing confusing little posts commenting on other confusing little post, posted at confusing times, drifting. I pretty much snapped yesterday, sent some really adrenalized (I know this word does not exist) emails, I am turning weird.
I do not think that I am going to end up like the gentleman downstairs who spread himself all over the sidewalk with his coffee and who smeared the butter off the bagel onto his face (he really managed to get it all over himself, even into his hair), but I obviously need to leave the city for at least a short moment.
And this is exactly what is going to happen. I am going to leave this place and take a ride in an actual car, (not a subway car,) one with a combustion engine, take that ride across the river and upupup... for a day or two. I seriously need that. This means that I will fall behind even more on my 360 drawings and the stories and all... but when I come back... expect great things... miracles. (Okay, maybe not.)
While I am gone, can you please find out some things? Some are really silly...
1) Is This Gentleman possibly related to Paul. (Sorry for deep linking, Eliot, your photographs are a true inspiration.)
2) Does anybody out there speak whale, and can you please find out what really happened here... I just do not believe this ridiculously human-centric (not a word, right?) point of view in this sad Story. Especially after reading this article. (I mean: A scuba diver even landed on the whale and shot video as the leviathan dove. Comoooon!)
3) Can you tell me if you managed to go This event... or maybe one of these events. (This question was actually for Alaina, who's little typepad site I like very much.)
4) Can you explain how a package (and it's content is going to be explained on more than one site, I promise) can travel from New York to Anchorage to Shanghai in a matter of hours, be delayed in China and still make it back to New York for a late dinner?
5) Would you be interested in hunting down a lost edition of some of the 360x360 drawings?
6) am I completely insane for liking This? (why did they make the price of it so ugly?)
7) Can you please forgive me?
So why is this post called "Prince of Whales?"... obviously because of poor Migaloo... the "white fella" (this is what his name means), that should be just left alone... (though things seem to be pointing into a rather different outcome.)
Sorry again for this very confused and confusing post. Have a glorious weekend.
This might be good news for Migaloo - http://www.abc.net.au/news/newsitems/s928007.htm
Hopefully it will allow us to do a better job of leaving him alone.
Also, Bjork was lovely and amazing last night, complete with fireworks! What a magical time. I can't wait to see her again tonight.
Enjoy your time away from the city...
First, I am sad about this whale.. Please do not think bad things will happen to him... I don't know what the solutions are to all these things, but everything will be alright... we are good and gentle by nature.. we have delicate fingers instead of claws... and we will realize this sometime. And also, my mom and the Dalai Lama, both say that the majority of people in the world are good, and do good things, and that is why we are all still here and also, that is why they put the bad on TV.. it is more rare.
Also, I could not find the Leica price, but in the pdf I downloaded, there is one picture of the sky with some very interesting reflections, or something in it, and then you know, on the left hand side, partway down... there is a cloud with a very delicate rainbow in it :) The kind that actually happens all the time, but that most people miss, because it is a delicate, delicate thing :)
But the reason I wrote (and boy this is just getting longer and longer) is that it is funny... you getting up and having to leave the city... me getting up (quite early I might add) and contemplating, scheduled to be, driving out of the city again, and just decided I need to relax, be here in my hot humble little home, get some things done.
Oh, and what is the lost edition?
Can you imagine living here in New York and not leaving the city all year long?