Tuesday, 22 January 2008

American Natural Roadkill Museum

Seriously! While walking through the American Natural History Museum in New York we came across the following exhibit. I really am not sure of its purpose. The rest of the museum has very tasteful and delicately laid out displays of all manner of animals from around the world, all in various mid-action poses. They have endless halls of reconstructed dinosaur fossils, some reaching 10 meters or more into the air. They have a wonderful temporary display of mythical beasts and creatures. They have whole halls showing time lines that span trillions of years in the evolution of the creatures on our planet. And then you come across this. You have to start asking questions when you see displays in a premier national museum of what in my mind is clearly roadkill!



Sunday, 20 January 2008

NEW YORK!!!!

To be completely honest, New York kind of snuck up on me. “How can one of the biggest and most famous cities in the world sneak up on you?” I hear you ask. Well, firstly I was fairly engrossed in the movie that was being shown on the bus, and, secondly, it was raining, overcast and generally gloomy outside, all of which “hazed” our view from the bus. It was only when someone on the bus gasped at what must have been their first sighting that we looked out of the foggy windows to see the grey, New York City skyline. Our first real view of the city was a momentary sighting as we headed down towards the Lincoln Tunnel, which takes you under the Hudson River, and brings you out right in the city for about two blocks before the bus once again dives underground into the multi-story, underground bus terminal.

From the moment you step out of the bus terminal though, your senses are assaulted, and the visual, aural and olfactory bombardment doesn’t cease until you leave. Not once in the 6 days that we spent in New York did the noise subside, not once did the lights stop flickering and flashing, and not once did we cross a street, without seeing some guy selling either honey-roasted nuts and/or hot dogs, which filled the air immediately around him with, shall we say, 'interesting' odors. That was in addition to the non-stop chicory aromas permeating from the Starbucks that are located on virtually every corner. In fact, on our second or third day, we were going to have a contest to see who could spot the most Starbucks from the top of the open top bus tour, but as we were already up to 5 before we had even traveled two or three blocks towards the Uptown area, and had missed several points of interest being pointed out by our guide, we decided to halt the game. (For the record, I was winning though!)

It is true what they say; New York, literally, does not sleep. On every occasion that I got up in the night, to head the call of nature, there were always the sounds of people laughing and shouting, cars hooting, trucks unloading goods, and emergency vehicles blaring their sirens.

We were fortunate enough to get accommodation right in the centre of Manhattan, which meant we were only a few blocks up from Times Square, only a few blocks down from Central Park and only a few blocks west of 5th Avenue. In fact, our apartment was in a building that is on the corner of W 53 Street and Broadway. The Tonight Show, with David Letterman, is recorded in a studio that takes up most of the one side of the building that we stayed in. And no, we didn’t see David!

I could go on and on about New York and the myriad of things to see and do. In the 6 days we spent there we were on the go all day every day, and most nights, and only scratched the surface. For the sake of brevity then, I have made a [short?] list of the things that stood out for me. I have also included a few of the over 400 photos I took while in NYC. (Thank goodness for digital cameras! Are you hearing me BCB?)

1. Times Square at night.
2. Times Square in the day. (Times Square is just really cool all the time. Except perhaps on New Year’s Eve, when you need to share it with about a million other people all hoping to catch a glimpse of the giant electronic bauble, which descends to mark the New Year slower than a scene from Titanic. In fact it probably takes longer to drop than the Titanic itself took to sink.
3. Starbucks lattes and Starbucks hot chocolate when it was cold!
4. Our guide telling anyone on board our open top bus with scruples to look left, while showing us the only “clothing optional yoga studio” on the right. They must have been on a break though, as there was nobody inside!
5. Pizza at Angelo’s on Broadway!
6. Greenwich Village. Home to odd people, delicious delis and interesting architecture. It is the one place in NYC that I would definitely visit again. The restaurants are original, affordable and serve good food. Well the one Mexican Restaurant we went to was.
7. The Empire State Building – from the outside. Getting to the top is a minor mission. Unless of course you are Spiderman. Even the supposedly “fast-track” lanes can still take you over an hour.
8. “Top of the Rock” observatory at the very top of the Rockefeller Building. Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about! It takes you 20 minutes from entering the building to getting out of the elevator onto the deck at the top. And it cost half of what you pay to go up the Empire State Building. The views in my opinion were better, the service outstanding and the building itself was spectacular.
9. Grand Central Station!
10. The unexpected jewel of a discovery; the fresh produce market at Grand Central Station.
11. Central Park in any way you want to look at it. Except of course from the smelly back seat of one of the horse drawn carriages that circle the lower east corner of the park in an unending sausage machine cycle. The 20 minute ride costs a small fortune and its flippin’ freezing. But on the other hand, when you are only likely to be in NYC once, I guess it’s worth it.
12. Chinchins Chinese restaurant and the crazy dancing waiters, as well as Jimmy the awesome owner, manager and host.
13. The 'free' Staten Island Ferry at sunset with views of the Statue of Liberty and the Manhattan skyline.
14. Seeing a show on Broadway! Okay, so the production of Hairspray, that we watched wasn’t much better than your average high school musical, but it was a fun evening non-the-less.
15. The “H2O” exhibit, the “Dinosaurs” IMAX film and the “Cosmic Collision” show in the planetarium at the American Museum of Natural History.





















Wednesday, 16 January 2008

Crossing over with Apple!

It has finally happened! I gave in! I crossed over to the techno-dark side. After swearing blindly that I couldn’t see the sense in having earphones jammed into my ears while doing exercise, and coming up with so many reasons as to why it is unsafe and just downright ridiculous, I crossed over tonight and joined the ever-growing number of people who wear some sort of MP3 player while exercising. Having received an Apple ipod as a gift at Christmas this year, and finally loading some music onto it, I took it to gym with me and ran my regular 5km on the treadmill, while listening to some excellent 80s music. I couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of hearing Mr. Roboto by Styx half way through my run.


Sunday, 13 January 2008

An old friend and a new city!

Back when I was a scrawny teenager embarking on my high school career I became friends with a guy called Ryan. Ryan was born in the USA, but as a baby moved to South Africa with his parents. As teenagers we were both of the adrenaline-seeking persuasion and would spend afternoons and weekends sneaking into places where we probably really shouldn’t have, in order to find new and exciting places to rip up on our skateboards. (Although I can’t prove it, I am going to boast that we, along with another mate Ralph, were the first and possibly only kids to sneak in and skate on the roof of the Arwyp Medical Centre in Kempton Park. I can see my mother shaking her head as she reads this little boastful admission.) When not skateboarding we would take Ryan’s Kawasaki off-road motorcycle and head at break-neck speeds along the sandy trails and paths around the outskirts of the neighbourhoods in which we lived. In hindsight we probably should have been wearing something more protective than the t-shirts and jeans that we had on. (But Mom, if you are reading this, know that we did at least wear a helmet.) Irresponsible and slightly dangerous choices aside though, with the exception of a few cuts, scrapes and bruises, we came through it unharmed. The only possible negative side effect that my mother might argue is that it was these little excursions with Ryan that probably fuelled my current penchant for scuba-diving, mountain biking, bungee jumping, and my desire to still go skydiving. Physical dangers aside, our extra-curricular pursuits were wholesome, outdoor activities and we never once felt the need or desire to experiment with drugs, alcohol or cigarettes. In fact, by the time that Ryan and his parents moved back to the USA at the end of 1993, we had never once shared a beer or gone out to a club, pub or bar together.

Unfortunately Ryan and I lost contact with each other for the next 12 years and it was only through a set of fortunate circumstances that I managed to track him down again. As a result of the combination this good fortune and the timing of my little adventure to the USA, I was able to not only catch up and spend Christmas with a dear old friend, but also visit another city for the first time. So while Ryan didn’t become the storm-chasing climatologist I had always imagined him to be, he does still ride and race motorcycles, and he owns his own production company, called Lionstarfilms, which makes corporate video for many of Atlanta’s and the US’s top companies. And on top of that he makes a pretty darn good tour guide of Atlanta as well. And as neither of had a skateboard handy we decided to sit down and enjoy a drink together for the first time.

Atlanta really is a huge city. In fact, as a result of its location and not being impeded by any physical landform, it is continuing to grow sideways rather than. That is not to say that the city doesn’t have an abundance of plate glass and steel skyscrapers. It has that and more. There are the old, historical neighbourhoods, the esoteric, eclectic, and alternative suburbs and the trendy, yuppie post-modernistic design, living developments, all thrown into the mix too. The one warming observation that I did make while visiting all these areas though, was that it is clean. The city definitely takes pride in its appearance. The city can also brag being Martin Luther King Jr’s hometown, as well as being the venue for two excellent tourist traps, the Georgia Aquarium and the World of Coca Cola. I also got to experience my first ice-hockey game while in Atlanta. The Atlanta Thrashers verse the Toronto Canadiens ice-hockey game proved to be a really fortunate game to attend, as not only did the game end in a tied score, resulting in an exciting and relatively rare penalty face off, but I had the hilarious pleasure of witnessing someone proposing on the big screen to his girlfriend. (And here we thought it just happened in the movies!)

All in it was both an exciting and nostalgic trip to Atlanta for Christmas.


If you're gonna drink together why not make it single malt, 15 year old, at the top of the Westin Hotel, in a revolving restaurant on the 70th floor, while enjoying the night lights of Atlanta?

$50 first prize if you can tell me where the puck is?

Beluga whales, which occur naturally in the Arctic Ocean, but have been brought to the Georgia Aquarium by way of Mexico! Huh!


So how much pressure can that glass take anyway?


The World of Coca-Cola!


High fructose corn syrup anyone?


Not to be too obvious, but, um, Atlanta at night!


And while we are stating the obvious, Atlanta's skyline during the day!


Saturday, 12 January 2008

Body Clock!

Having grown up and gone though my entire primary, secondary and tertiary education in South Africa, a certain cycle of Southern Hemisphere life is entrenched in me. In South Africa, as with most Southern Hemisphere schools, the academic year begins a week or two into January. The smell of lush, green grass on the school sports fields, freshly mowed after the summer rains, heralds the arrival of a new year of possibilities, a new year of challenges, and a new year of mischief of some kind or other. The school year then plays out in the same routine. Four academic quarters of about 10 or 11 weeks filled with mornings in the classroom and afternoons out on the sports fields. During the year, each academic quarter is separated by a much anticipated break of anywhere between ten days to three weeks. During these vacations we would have the much needed “down time” from school, running around with our friends, riding our bicycles, swimming and generally getting up to innocent mischief. Come November/December and the end of the fourth quarter, we would write our end of year exams, attend the final assembly and prize giving and happily run the teachers over in our enthusiasm to get out the school gates and start six weeks of glorious summer vacationing. As well as occasional family trips to either the beach or mountains in one or other part of our beautiful country, these holidays would also bring with them Christmas and New Year celebrations, ultimately signifying the end of another year and the completion of another turn of the cycle.

You can imagine then my complete sense of having my world turned upside down by coming to teach in the Northern Hemisphere. If you have grown up in the Northern Hemisphere, then of course this cycle of things would make complete sense. But to me, starting the school year in August, having the academic quarters measured by report ‘due dates’ and not holidays, only two short school breaks (between 3 and 6 school days off for each) for Thanksgiving and Christmas/New Years, neither of which signifies the start of a new year, all in the first 18 weeks of teaching, just sends my whole body clock out of sync. You can also understand then, how my mind is telling my body that the time of year is early January, which is associated with the first cutting of the lush, green grass, afternoon thunderstorms, and the beginning of a new cycle, yet my body is telling my mind that it is 2 degrees Celsius outside, the trees are bare and that running around in a pair of swimming shorts all day is just not an option right now.

I guess the point of all this is that is amazing how our lives are so dominated by routines, cycles and comfort zones, and it is only when we take ourselves out of those routines completely that we become aware of them. Therefore I am going to go and crack a beer on this frosty Saturday here in the Northern hemisphere and celebrate this wintery January and all its un-cyclical beauty, all while quietly praying for a couple of snow days.