Posts Tagged ‘talking bollocks in america

06
Jun
10

Los Angeles

Windows

Windows

As the aircraft descended into L.A. My left ear which had gone deaf as we lifted off from JFK became incredibly painful. The airline had no pain killers so I just sat and endured it and it eased off a little as we landed.

I was met by a friend and at LAX and we picked up some drugs at a shopping mall and ate some Vietnamese food before calling it a day.

On Friday I took it easy. My friend has a bedsit apartment downtown. It reminded me very much of the apartment occupied by Bruce Willis’ character in “The 5th Element” except that it was a little bigger and the shower did not rotate away into the wall and there was no drug addled lunatic outside with a blaster pistol.

The next day I walked to a restaurant and ate an American breakfast then returned to the apartment for an afternoon snooze. In New York I had done a lot of walking and I think that this and the cold had warned me out.

In the afternoon I strolled around and into the jewellery district. Downtown L.A. is all clean lines and wide roads. The trees were in blossom with some mauve flowers. In evening I met up with some friends at a restaurant named Pete’s Cafe and Bar on Main Street.

On Saturday I drove to UCLA to drop my friend off for a day’s studying while I went on to the Getty Centre. I entered and was immediately in a long car queue. After parking the car in a multi story car park and getting the elevator I found myself in an enormous queue. I had chosen some kind of family day and groups of tourists had descended on the place. However, the queue moved and pretty soon I was surprised to find myself standing on a station. The Getty museum have their own mass transit which takes customers up the hill to the museum.

Picture Plate with the abduction of Helen by Francesco Xanto Avelli

Picture Plate with the abduction of Helen by Francesco Xanto Avelli

The museum building is fantastic. Cut white stone, open, very well proportioned with great views. Absolutely beautiful. I can’t say I was struck by the contents too much and perhaps this is because I am a philistine who has visited larger museum throughout the world. Also this is a private collection so we should not expect it to rival the Metropolitan in New York. One pavilion was dedicated to de Vinci but the blurb on many exhibits seemed to say that the piece “may have been” , “could have been” or “is thought to have been”….something or other. All very great and worthy but not much that really struck me. Some nice plates. I think the real star of this attraction is the building itself.

I wandered around and took pictures of the views. Moving to an area less frequented by visitors I was informed that this was a private area. I apologised and the vinegar tongued old crone said sarcastically: “You just wandered here like a lost lamb”. A tad unnecessary I thought and a shame as the two women would have made a good photo.

Later I drove down to Marina Del Ray near Santa Monica and then back to pick up my friend from UCLA. In an effort to kill some time I searched for somewhere to stop and get a drink and use a restroom. This proved an almost impossible task! The area around UCLA appeared to have nowhere to stop! In fact, once I picked her up we found somewhere within 15 minutes but I think one thing to consider about driving in L.A. is that you need to have a destination in mind.

Chairs at The Getty

Chairs at The Getty

In the evening we ate at BJs Brew House. Good pizza.

This morning I am on the Amtrak up to Santa Barbara. The woman in front and to my left has talked almost non-stop since Union Station in L.A. which is a very good looking building. Very art deco and it must have looked great in the days of Bogart and Garbo. She is now on to her ailments and what Karen’s doctor said. Something about HDL (High-density lipoprotein).

As the train runs parallel to the highway I can see what appears to be a four wheel drive vehicle tailgating a mobile home awfully closely. More likely the four wheel drive is being towed. I did the trip from L.A. to Santa Barbara many years ago. It was night and I could see the Kohoutek comet clearly in the night sky. Today the sky is obscured by mist but we have now passed Oxnard and the mist is clearing to reveal a clear blue sky. The sea has just appeared 30 metres to our left. Less now. And even less now!!

Union Station

Union Station

While in L.A. I bought enough cold and cough medicines to treat the third world for malaria. Pharmacies abound in L.A. Each one having extensive ranges or products so specific that one needs to consult a professional to decide which to buy. I suspect this is deliberate and inevitably the professional advised numerous pills and embrocations.

My cold is starting to ease as we approach Santa Barbara but my left ear is still partially deaf.

04
Jun
10

JFK

Thursday morning I took the A train from Tribeca out to JFK airport. The usual ghastliness ensued as I was forced to remove boots and deposit practically everything in a plastic tray to be X-rayed. If al qaeda have achieved anything then it is to make travel an unpleasant experience. One can only hope that if Osama Bin Laden ever sneaks into the U.S. then he will be forced to remove his sandals, beard and turban which will be duly lost along with his false passport and he will have to enter some lengthy and pointless process for recovery of lost luggage. The git.

However, once through the anti-al Qaeda barrier JFK is comparatively pleasant compared to British airports. One is not deposited in a shopping Mall as one is in the UK. On does not have to wait until 2 minutes before departure to discover one’s gate and once one gets to the gate the seating is pleasantly spacious and overlooks the aircraft which contrasts dramatically with the tomb like ambiance of the departure gates at Heathrow.

Since leaving home I have developed severe neck pain which eased off as I reached New York City to be replaced by a painful sore throat and cough. As I prepare for California I speculate on what new ailment awaits me and, if the chaffing caused by extensive walking in the heat and humidity of NYC is anything to go by, I think I know what it will be.

04
Jun
10

High Line

High Line

High Line

Wednesday evening I visited the school that the kids of a friend go to in Tribeca. Kids from 4 to maybe 12 years old. A big event was taking place. A theatrical production relating the story of a mean developer who wants to destroy a rural area to exploit the oil beneath. The kids were all dressed as trees and tree spirits and birds and three were dressed as developers. When the developers removed their outer garments they were revealed to be wearing BP T-shirts. In the end Mother Nature (and her assistants) ensured that good prevailed and the rural area was saved. Of course the investors in the oil company would be worse off and this would be reflected in the dividend payments to shareholders which usually means pension funds and so I guess the net result would be that some poor widow would be forced to go without heating in winter. Did Mother Nature consider this I wonder, or was she too wrapped up in her trees and birds to consider the economic realities of the 21st century?
I jest of course.

On the walls of the school was work created by the pupils. I saw one large wall sheet which advised tactics on getting through an exam. On the left was the Old Thinking which included thoughts such as:

  • This is all wrong, I will have to erase it all and start again.
  • I can’t do this.
  • Everyone else thinks this easy, I must be an idiot.
  • If I ask a question I will look stupid.

And on the right was the New Thinking:

  • Not all my work is wrong, I can save the good parts.
  • I can do this if I focus.
  • Other people are probably struggling too, we can all do this if we try.
  • Maybe other people want to ask a question but are too shy. If I ask I may be helping everyone.

This almost brought a tear to my eye as it is exactly what we should be teaching kids. We should teach them how to handle the negative thoughts that all of us have so that they can grow up to fulfil their potential. The older I get the more I think that this sort of stuff is far more important than maths or physics as if we can master our “dark side” then the learning of maths or whatever can become much easier.

After school I walked up to the High Line. This is an old raised railway running north from Gansevoort Street where north along the west side of New York. It is no longer used and rather than tear it down it has been turned int a raised park with wild grass and flowers – apparently.

Viewing Station by Richard Galpin

Viewing Station by Richard Galpin

As the park is raised high in the air it is possible to walk around and see over the water to the west and the city to the east. The paving stones and benches have all been designed in the style of old railroad sleepers. This was a brilliant idea and I loved it.

An artwork by Richard Galpin named Viewing Station has been erected on the High Line. This is fairly simple but very effective and consists of a metal screen with shapes but out revealing different colours of the cityscape beyond. When viewed from a small viewing point the result is an piece of abstract art.

After walking back to Tribeca I felt a thirst come upon me and hunted around for a bar. If I have one criticism of New York it is that eating and drinking establishments are very tightly delimited. This is to say that one cannot easily pop ones head in and see if it is the place for you. Instead you enter and are greeted and if you are not careful are seated having had a menu thrust into your hands and a glass of ice water delivered. Many bars in Tribeca appeared quite up market and though one woman assured me she had beer, it all seemed to much hassle. Eventually I spied The Patriot on Chambers Street and entered. Obviously this was a bar for Americans. Dark inside, the ceiling was hung with various paraphernalia such as a surfing crocodile and miscellaneous women’s braziers. Presumably to present the idea that the nights in this place were wild and raunchy though the rag tag bunch of T-Shirted men belied this image.

However the semi naked young woman behind the bar was pleasant and served me an excellent Steller Artois. This is a positive change in America. In the past most available lagers have been pretty bland but Stellar appear to have broken through even to bars like The Patriot. Somehow I got the feeling that the becaped cliental of the Patriot would choke if they realised that they were drinking French lager.

03
Jun
10

Bar-B-Qued Businessmen

New Yorkers

New Yorkers

Today I wandered around the financial district of Manhattan. The place is very up beat and alive (he said as if revealing some hidden truth that had previously gone unnoticed). I think what I like about New York is the street life or “Leben auf der Straße” as they say in Germany. New Yorkers sem keen on uniforms; the businessman has a crisp clean shirt and tie the delivery guy a white apron, the postman a blue hat and a trolley, the construction worker a vest, hat and a plethora of contraptions dangling from his body. Consequently it is easy to identify what’s going on.

At the World Trade Centre a new building is finally going up and the Americans are taking to the task with zeal. One thing that impressed me was that I photographed all the WTC in front of the police and nobody bothered me. This stands in stark contrast to Great Britain’s paranoid policy on public photography where they harass amateur photographers with bollocks about it being illegal.

There appears to be a lot of yellow about in NYC these days. The taxis of course but also the trucks. I noticed an “organic dry cleaners” down near Battery Park, something I have not come across before.

Barby

Barby

Also near battery park hoards of immaculate dressed businessmen and women ate their lunch, many of them queuing for bar-b-que. This is another thing that almost dumfounds me. How can New York business people remain so sharply dressed in the heat and humidity while eating bar-b-que.

To be honest I was told to stop taking photographs by a security guard when shooting directly into the vast good entrance. I approached the guy and told him that I didn’t think he had the authority to tell me to stop taking pictures and he said, OK, and that his supervisor had told him to tell me to stop.

I should investigate what the rules are in the U.S.

Barba-Q'ed businessmen

Barba-Q'ed businessmen

02
Jun
10

Vanessa’s Dumpling House

Tuesday evening we visited China Town. No no that China Town, the real China Town. You see, I’m told that in NY there are two. There is the well known China Town and then there is the China Town where all the Chinese people live and work an this is on the lower East Side. We strolled around and eventually stopped at Vanessa’s Dumpling House at 118A Elridge Street which was frequented by a mixture of Chinese and non-Chinese. Good cheap food. Chives and Pork Dumplings, Fried Pork and pickled cucumber plus a coke for $8. Then back through Little Italy.

01
Jun
10

Tribeca

Building Art

Building Art

Arrived in Tribeca, Manhattan yesterday from Hoboken. Hot and humid like they always say that New York should be. The area was surprisingly uncrowded as it was Memorial Day and New Yorkers like to get out of town when they can. Surprising to me as I thought that a bank holiday would be an ideal time to enjoy New York. Had a drink in Ward 3 on Reade Street where they had some interesting art work.

Then moving on near the Petrarca restaraunt we passed a building on Church Street owned by a local artist named Steven Rand. The windows constantly changed colour and effect was reminiscent of stained glass in a church.

The New Yorkers yearning to escape was my ticket into the Macao Trading Company restaurant on Church Street where it is usually difficult to get a table. The Macau is a theme restaurant based on the Portuguese colony of Macau. Great décor and the food was good though the choice of beer was slightly odd to a British eye. OK, a couple of Chinese beers but then Sam Smiths bitter? The tables on the upper floor appeared like cages intended to reflect the Chinese brothels in Macau and downstairs there were erotic paintings.The menu presented in the style of an old ledger was a nice touch.

Walking back I noticed that the Americans have started stacking their cars on top of each other on strange metal contraptions and that the vents to the subway had been raised a few inches so that when the streets flood with water it does not all slosh down onto the trains creating an aquatic theme experience in the subway.

New York Parking

New York Parking




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