Today's been reasonably productive; made sure a major configuration change at work is working correctly (trying to make the mail infrastructure more redundant because the hardware they're using is flaky), then lugged my bike through the subway to a repair shop in northern Prospect Heights (getting the bike through the turnstyles is kinda tricky), while imagining the channels through which the subway runs near my place (in Brooklyn away from downtown, the Q train seems to only go underground when it needs to go under something) being more numerous and having some abandoned channels perpendicular to the train ones being places where people live. This started to balloon outwards into a full story/world, disrupted by the need to hop off at 7th Ave.
The bikestore people (not sure if I reached the bikestore I was looking for but found *a* bike store) showed me how to use a very nice pump they showed me; bought it, filled my bike, and rode back to a nice cafe I passed on the way there, where I am now enjoying milk and granola and some iced tea. The place is called Milk Bar Cafe (620 Vanderbilt). Good atmosphere, comfortable, kind of small, only a few plug seats but I got one. People seem healthy here.
Today's (very small) adventure already had me pass some 5 or 6 other places I'd like to check out sometime. Many of these places are small and probably have a local crowd. It's so nice seeing people walking everywhere. NYC coffeeshop people seem puzzled-but-appreciative that I throw my garbage out and bring my plates back to their bin. Huh.
Last night, I was thinking about dimensions of variability between places I've lived; ( Collapse )
Later tonight, I'll be going to Karaoke with some of the secular humanists in the East Village. Looking forward to it.