Sunday, June 25, 2006

Snorkel and Prom



Last weekend the weather cleared up enough for me, Nicky, and our friend, Taylor, to go snorkeling on a reef off of Key Largo. There were so many fish. It was such an unusual and euphoric feeling to be weightless and surrounded by fish of all sorts of colors, especially a group of yellow and black striped, palm-sized fish that simply accepted your presence and surrounded you. Something about it reminded me of flying dreams. Those are the best dreams.

We ate beforehand at a hole in the wall called the Crack'd Conch. Conch fritters and key lime pie-yum.

That Sunday we had a bbq at the Residence Inn, home sweet home for the last month and a half--one more month to go. There are a lot of new hires and therefore a lot of people there. Even people who had "graduated" to actual homes came back for the bbq and pool games involving a single tennis ball. Who knew a motel could handle such a good time?



This weekend we had planned to kayak through mangrove trees near a nudie beach but the weather would not allow it. Only two more weekends in Miami and I have a list to get through--the weather needs to give a little help, here!

We did, however, go to Prom on Saturday night. A designer from our work held a party at his house and invited the whole agency. Tiaras, limos, and miller flowed freely.





Sparkle the unicorn purse was a big hit by an intern who allowed her babysitting charges to dress her for the party. She had some nice pink goggles and a tiara, too.





Later we headed to a hotel to go swimming on the 8th floor with a nice view of--not a whole lot. It was fancy, silly, and very Miami.

I'm heading to the big state of Texas for the 4th of July. We'll see if their supermarkets can beat the pre-packs of fireworks that they have at the supermarkets here. With rainbow colors and fancy fonts and cellophane wrapping, I might just have to buy some myself.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Big Sky



My grandma used to live in Florida and all that I remember about Florida from the trips to see her besides the alligators and air conditioning is how huge the skies seemed; so much bigger than anywhere else with giant puffy clouds high up in the atmosphere. Texas might be called Big Sky Country but, to me, Florida's tropical skies outdo what I saw on the drive through Texas. What I remember from childhood still holds true; the sky here makes you feel miniscule and beyond that, has incredible power to unleash wild weather on you.

Rainbow over the Marina in Coconut Grove.


Tropical sunset (generally over land though, part of being on the east coast now--gotta get used to that)


Last weekend my belongings finally arrived and I salvaged my bike from going into storage. I had time on Sunday to bike to the Venetian Pool in Coral Gables, a historic pool built out of a rock quarry with waterfalls and lots of pseudo-Spanish architecture. Really beautiful and relaxing.


Then on my ride home I was caught in a cloudburst. I now know the true meaning of that word. To go from gorgeous skies like you see over the pool to rain like below in less than half an hour is what happens pretty much every afternoon. 45 minutes later the rain will subside and the gutters will be overflowing onto the sidewalk, simply unable to contain the flash flood that falls from the sky.


Today I was supposed to go snorkeling in Key Largo but the plan was foiled yet again, this time by the bad weather we've had all weekend. My first full weekend not working and I wasn't able to really get out! I spent today watching the world cup games in different bars (all with babies in them--lots of babies in bars, it seems) with Nicky, an editor who started work the same day as me, and her visiting friend.

We are determined to go. It will happen before I leave Florida!

Friday, June 09, 2006

work work work

I work from 8am in my hotel room to 9am and then go in to the agency and stay until 11:30pm, then come home and write more emails. Then I try to sleep. If I can just work it out to NOT work on Sunday, I'm going to go snorkeling in Key Largo.

Portrait of someone from my work: treo in one hand, cigarette in the other, bags under eyes with distant look in them, smile often on face. Really.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

I live in Florida?

Fark.com has a specific heading for Florida posts. For example: http://suntimes.com/output/news/cst-nws-cat22.html

Florida photos to come as soon as I find my camera cord...but I'm pretty much at work all the time and my new job has strict rules on confidentiality--even what can't be blogged. So, limited photos and information, coming soon!

I pretty much work all the time. I had to ask for Sunday off last week. Reid (o mysterious X!) came to visit me and we drove halfway down the Florida Keys before we escaped the mass of memorial day traffic and found a little scrappy scrap o' beach.

It was hip-hop-weekend-at-the-beach in South Beach and I was intrigued at being one of the only white people on the beach on Monday. Miami and my workplace are the most diverse places I've ever lived and worked. It's so different, but not really.

However, I will be moving to Boulder, CO in August for yet another change of scenery and to work at a new office opening there. Having never been there, I think I will probably enjoy it. I don't have time to think during the day but at night when I'm not usually obligated to be working (though this is not consistently true) I've started to have dreams about the people I love and worked with. Although I am meeting some great people here I'll be leaving most of them behind when I head to Boulder as the office is splitting.

Hurricane season started today. I responded by buying one jug of water. I've got two cans of tuna, too. I'm so prepared.

Monday, May 15, 2006

I live in Miami! Holy crap.



The first thing I heard when I got off the plane in Miami was a news report that an alligator had attacked a jogger, dragged her into a river, and dismembered and eaten her. They caught the alligator and found two arms inside. I live here now. Is this a sign?

My old roommate, Kathy, also a surprised transplant to Miami 7 months ago, took me on a grand tour of the area on my first real day here so I could check out the sights and see where I might want to live. She and her boyfriend, Wes even fed me delicious cuban food they cooked themselves, in their adorable apartment.

One of the things we saw was the beautiful Venetian Pool, a public pool built in the 30s to make good use of a quarry. I am going back there as soon as possible. I am on a mission to find pools and hopefully a pool with an apartment, and not the other way around.

We also toured a crappy apartment in an art deco building that probably used to be a nudist colony. It had a GREAT pool, though.

Kathy in front of Key Biscayne. I can't wait to go there. You can walk out in the shallow water and fish will swim around your legs.



Me, pale and about to get sunburned, on my first day in Miami.



I start my new job today. Holy crap.

Monday, May 08, 2006

End of the Journey, End of the Line


Nicole and I on our last day together on a relaxing urban planning boat tour of the DC waterfront.

Before I have a chance to finish writing the post, here are some of the rest of the photos from our trip.

Things have been nutty lately, as I made the sudden decision to move to Miami for a job. Anyone who glances at this blog will know how much I love my life here in San Francisco--my roommates, my friends, the natural beauty and quirks of the city and area. It's going to be a tremendous change, and a sacrifice for a secure future. It is absolutely not that I am not contented with what I have now. I know what I have, and I appreciate it and do not take it for granted. This is not an easy change, but a necessary one. You won't complain to see pictures of blue skies and white beaches though, will you? :)

A common sign throughout the south. Seriously, though, would you be at Texaco?



Raccoon Mountains in Tennessee. We camped there for a night and when we woke up I thought that was where "Where the Red Fern Grows" was set. I was wrong, but it definitely seemed like the right kind of place.



The Ocoee River. I want to go back. It was so beautiful. Around every turn was a whitewater opportunity, which I've never done before. Even at 60 miles an hour, the south struck a chord with me. A different culture from my own, and very different visually and naturally as well.



Nicole preparing one of our trip staples--peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches. I'm addicted, officially. We didn't eat fast food once on the trip. Except the near-daily starbucks run, if you can count that. Or that one chocolate milkshake. Come on, cut me some slack. I'd eat KFC in a second. But the grape jelly was too good.



The Great Smoky Mountains



Nicole celebrates tulip season when we reached Virginia.



One of many striking sunsets.



Cute house in Abingdon, Virginia.



Gratineed scallops at an old restaurant in Abingdon called the Tavern. Built in the 1700s (?), the floors are slanted and the place has a presence all its own.



Exterior of the Tavern. The moss growing down the roof isn't quite visible here.



A real campsite we stayed in in Virginia along the river. We were the only non-RV campers. Canadian geese were honking over head all night. A lady in an RV from New England offered us some coffee and then told her husband in a stage whisper laden with a new york kind of accent that we were "gutsy".



Prettiest gas station rest stop ever, where we frolicked. There's video to prove it.



Dogwood in bloom in Virginia.



Picturesque farmland.



The 19th century garden cottage where Nicole will be living. SO cute.



Photos from my 30 hour first trip ever to NY.



Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Bohemians in the Recovering Land of Hedonists



(I wrote this right out of New Orleans a little over a week ago).

New Orleans architecture and lifestyle is amazing, but the evidence of Katrina is everywhere, from the piles of trash, furniture, and rotted wood lining the streets to the FEMA trailers parked in front yards on most blocks. When on the highway, most of what you see is blue from the tarps covering people's roofs. Certain parts of the city definitely got hit a lot harder. Roofs are torn off and windows are completely gone. Buildings are empty and abandoned. There are spray-painted messages on a lot of houses, from just the date and a code for whether people and animals were inside, to aggressive warnings to looters that the owners were still inside and armed with guns. We saw a couple of abandoned rowboats on the side of the road, right in the middle of the city. Lots of rebuilding is going on, but certain areas are so devastated that they are like abandoned ghost towns, especially right outside the city.

My friend from UCLA, Shalini, who hosted us, goes to Tulane law school and flew back to LA right before the hurricane hit. She just returned in January, to a new apartment since her old building was condemned. They have a sign on their front lawn that states that they are proud to have returned to New Orleans.


The house to the left of theirs is condemned:


Their neighbors on the right are living in a FEMA trailer in front of their house (there are lots and lots of FEMA trailers):


The first floor of my friend's building is uninhabitable from water damage.
The brown in the bushes of this house across the street shows how high the water got in her new neighborhood; about 4 feet:



She told us a lot about the situation when she first came back, months after the hurricane and water had subsided. She told us how when she came back she shopped for groceries at Walgreens and wherever she could get them and that people were basically sweeping everything off the shelves if there was food. How most restaurants still don't stay open very late because they run out of food. How sometimes the trash doesn't get picked up for a couple weeks. She said it all so matter-of-fact, and also mentioned that she hasn't heard a single person whine or complain about what happened or their current lot.

There's a lot of pride and a sense that people are taking a lot of it in stride and with humor. We saw a lot of people wearing t-shirts that said, "New Orleans, Proud to Swim Home". Apparently a lot of people dressed up for Halloween last year as blue tarps or FEMA trailers. Katrina was pure destruction, but while people might be crying on the inside, some have turned it around and are laughing right in its face. Shalini told us about a recent parade that had floats for "Mandatory Ejaculation" and "Katrina Blew Me " and "Gimme Some Good Levee".

There is also some apprehension, however, because hurricane season is coming soon and things aren't even cleaned up or repaired from last year. People are worried that with the hot weather, another big hurricane is coming in and are afraid that the repaired levee will give way yet again.

For me, someone who had never seen New Orleans before, even through the destruction and the trash the architecture and beauty of the city were beyond anything I could have imagined. I've never seen anything like the swamp:



or the wrought iron details on the houses in the city:



I wish I could spend a week there. Shalini took us out to Jaquemo's restaurant near her place, us riding on each other's laps and one person sticking their whole upper body out the window for the ride, getting a lot of yells, since we only have two seats in the jeep that aren't completely packed with stuff. The restaurant was cajun and fantastic. We had alligator sausage quiche and amazing fish.

The bar next to Jaquemo's and the restaurant itself:




Alligator sausage quiche:



The next day we went to the French Quarter and Cafe du Monde for beignets and cafe au lait.



The French Quarter was not hit at all by Katrina and it was the busiest place we saw in the city. The rest feels a bit empty. Everyone was dressed up in their Easter best. One bouncer outside a bar was yelling "Damn, Lent is over, let the sin begin!"

Mid-day it was time to go and we left to head for Tennessee.

On our way out we saw blue tarps everywhere:



Uprooted trees all along the freeway on the way out of New Orleans for miles and miles.



Rows and rows and rows of uninhabited FEMA trailers outside New Orleans.



PS

On our way IN to New Orleans, we drove through the amazing swamp at dusk. I've never seen anything like it. Truly a beautiful and amazing natural place, with the trees growing straight out of the water. I was driving through the evening and Nicole, sleepy, asked if it was raining. No, in fact, it was just tons and tons of bugs bouncing off of the car, sacrificing their lives to our journey. Occasionally a huge one would bounce off the windshield, which turned out to be a Palmetto bug (flying cockroach). Nicole stuck her arm out the window to feel the rain of the bugs and said ow, ow, ow, ow, OWWWW! when a palmetto bug hit her hand.

What the bumper looked like just after the swamp--this is ONLY from the swamp.