Thursday, June 26, 2008
Pictures
Here's a link to some random photos I uploaded from the hard drive. Some day I'll get around to labeling who's who. If you know me, chances are you're here somewhere. If not, you will be soon!
http://flickr.com/photos/27431606@N00/sets/72157605816687586/
ps I have no idea how to post a link from my Ibook so if you need to, cut the link and paste it into your browser. I'm a work in progress.
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Movin' On Up
I’ve got almost everything stuffed into medium sized boxes ready to stick in the truck tomorrow. Jack has been climbing up and over those boxes and reaching heretofore unreachable heights on the dining room table. He seems very pleased with his newfound athleticism. I’ve been worrying, probably needlessly about the effect the move is going to have on him. The Brighton Avenue house is the only home he’s known and I don’t relish the idea of taking him out of a familiar environment to someplace strange and new. On the other hand my guess is that he is too old to have developed an attachment to a specific place. Anyway, I’m bringing the couch and rug so the new apartment won’t be so unfamiliar to him.
Packing up hasn’t been easy. The house was full of memories that I hadn’t had the time or inclination to address over the last 18 months. Sorting through old pictures, clothes and boxes full of stuff has led to a lot of bittersweet nights recently. I know in my heart that I’m doing the right thing by moving to the next stage of my life, but it’s still hard. It’s going on four years in that house and I’ve become attached to the place. It’s the longest I’ve ever lived anywhere since Becky and I left the Bronx in 1992. For some strange reason I’ve also become attached to Staten Island. Despite the fact that I have choked down more red tomato-sauce based products there than I ever dreamed possible, I’m going to miss the place. So much of the rest of New York has become overrun in the last ten years by snarky hipsters and wealthy yuppies. Staten Island is one of the few places in the City that still feels like the New York I remember from the 1970s. Maybe it’s all those Italians that walked over the plank from Bay Ridge and stopped off for a generation on their way to Jersey. Whatever the reason, living on the North Shore of Staten Island made me feel in touch with the harbor and the City in a way that Brooklyn and Inwood never did.
I have reservations with both Budget and U-Haul for tomorrow; I figure that at least one of them will have a truck for me. I might be off-line for a few days until I get the cable hooked up and my internet access back.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Metatarsophalangeal Sprain
Being inactive is driving me insane. I use vigorous aerobic exercise as a form of meditation and release and I keenly feel its absence even after four days. Today I found myself contemplating hobbling down to the gym to try out my foot on the elliptical, but then I reminded myself that it was just such an unwillingness to rest after the Long Island ½ marathon that introduced me to the elliptical in the first place. Since January of 2007 I haven’t taken more than a day off from running unless absolutely forced to do so by searing pain. I find this to be a character-building experience and a test of how far I can bend my body to the will of my mind, although anyone looking at it from the outside besides a zen practitioner or another runner would probably judge me insane. There are intangible benefits from exercise that have nothing to do with weight loss. When I run 5 miles or spend 45 minutes on the elliptical I get into a zone. A dropping away of body and mind, if you will. It’s a nice way to break up the day and can become a bit of an addiction. I suppose now that I’m laid up for a couple of weeks I’ll have the chance to meditate on my attachment to exercise.
With the move, I’m looking forward to again being within walking distance to the train station and to enjoy the experience of commuting by mass transit, although “enjoy” might not be exactly the right word. I do know that driving to New Jersey was wearing me down and not doing a great deal for my disposition. Not to mention the cost. I have to fill up the car 6x per month at a cost of $52 per tank, plus $8 per day in tolls. This comes out to be $312 per month in gas and $160/month in tolls. My new commute will cost $255 for two monthly tickets, minus the $120 I get back as a subsidy from my company for commuting by mass transit. I’ll be saving over $300/month in commuting costs alone, and doing my part for the environment at the same time. I also won’t have to pay New York City income tax. More money lying around for Jack’s piggy bank I suppose.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Call Your Congressman
-Abraham Lincoln
I am dipping a toe back into politics and constitutional law for a moment because tomorrow the Democratic House is going to vote on what they claim is a "compromise" on FISA and telecom amnesty. The bill as written would cede vast powers to the president to spy on American citizens without warrants and grant the telecoms broad immunity for cooperating with the government in spying that has gone on since 2001. As my frieng Glen Greenwald notes in his Salon article, "In the U.S. now, thanks to the Democratic Congress, we'll have a new law based on the premise that the President has the power to order private actors to break the law, and when he issues such an order, the private actors will be protected from liability of any kind on the ground that the Leader told them to do it -- the very theory that the Nuremberg Trial rejected. "
The ACLU is working hard to stop the bill in its tracks but without any support from Democrats it may be impossible. Carolyn Frederickson of the ACLU has this to say about the wairetapping provisions of the bill:
"This bill allows for mass and untargeted surveillance of Americans' communications. The court review is mere window-dressing –- all the court would look at is the procedures for the year-long dragnet and not at the who, what and why of the spying. Even this superficial court review has a gaping loophole –- "exigent" circumstances can short cut even this perfunctory oversight since any delay in the onset of spying meets the test and by definition going to the court would cause at least a minimal pause. Worse yet, if the court denies an order for any reason, the government is allowed to continue surveillance throughout the appeals process, thereby rendering the role of the judiciary meaningless."
It is also worth noting that in 2006, when the Congress was controlled by the Republicans the administration tried to get a bill passed legalizing warrantless eavesdropping and telecom amnesty, but was unable. They had to wait until the Congress was controlled by Steny Hoyer, Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid to accomplish that. A sad day in American history and not the kind of country I want my son growing up in. The Democrats are feckless sell-outs and every last one of them who vote for this bill should be charged with treason.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Risk
Over the course of the last year I have wondered whether the risks inherent in the sport of scuba are too great for a single father to be taking. I struggled with this question for almost all of last year’s diving season and as a result, didn’t dive too much. I mean, the poor kid already lost one parent. What would happen to him if I got trapped in a U-Boat and took an unscheduled trip to Davey Jones locker? Anyway, I had almost decided to hang up my fins and take up something safer, like golf, when I got hit by a car while crossing the street back in March and my whole perception experienced a paradigm shift. There is so much random shit that can go wrong that we have no control over. I could have been killed right then and there, and probably would have if the car had been going a little faster or hit me an inch or two higher on my back. Living the straight and narrow is no protection against your karma or the vicissitudes of life. The only thing you get from living in a box for too long is a fear of open spaces and I would never want Jack to deal with the world from a position of fear. In order to be alive, truly alive, you need to take occasional risks and push the envelope. I’m not talking crazy risks, but risks where the danger, albeit present, can be handled if you pay attention. Children, after all, are natural risk-takers. They know instinctually that the risk of falling down is the price you have to pay for scaling the coffee table to see what's on top. They don't even give it a second thought. Its when we get older that we start to fret and worry about things we cannot possibly control. We are only here for a short time and the world is so very vast and wide. What do you want to do with the time you are given?
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Misplaced Expectations
We’re having a heat wave. The thermometer has been registering 100 degrees for the last three days which is perfect weather to descend to the basement and work on clearing out the clutter. It’s cool and dark down there and I'm finding stuff I haven't seen in years. Jack has been going a little stir-crazy since he has been confined to three rooms in the house which have air conditioning. Sunday night he was literally running laps around the living room so I took him over to
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Letting Go of Things
I’ve been going through things lately. Physical things (knee, back, etc.). Boxes of things. Over the course of our long relationship Becky and I accumulated a lot of things, things which have sat undisturbed since she "joined the greater number" last year. But the lease is signed in Great Neck, change is afoot and it has become necessary to finally deal with these piles of things that I have heretofore ignored and left to weather the heat and cold of the drafty attic in the house on
If he were ask that question today I’d tell him that his mother was a bit of a pack-rat. After three days in the attic I have filled up 8 contractor bags full of old clothes, books, fabrics, patterns, sewing supplies, wrapping paper and old luggage. In the morning on the way to work I’ve been furtively dropping off these bags at the Good Will boxes across from Staples. (I say furtively because every day the boxes are filled to overflowing and there are rather stern warnings posted all around about the evils of dumping-which is kind of funny for
I suppose anyone who has lost someone who has been a part of their life for a long time has gone through this sort of thing. I’m finding I can only take it in small doses; an hour a day or so. Otherwise the decision-making process; what stays and what goes, becomes a little overwhelming. I feel like I am directly responsible for the image Jack will have of Becky as the years go by and therefore what I decide to keep for him is a choice I don’t want to make lightly. On the other hand, if I don’t accelerate this process somewhat I might as well move my bed into the attic because I won’t be done until Thanksgiving.