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Today, I walked into a diving equipment shop on 6th Avenue and asked about a waterproof housing for my camera. The owner didn't have any housings in stock, but he held me there for half an hour trying to sell me fins, masks, cheap underwater cameras, and diving lessons. I eventually managed to escape (with a brochure for future diving lessons, if I am so inclined), reminded of how intense New York is, and how, even when I'm trying to equip myself for some downtime, I find myself caught up in someone else's panicked retail neurosis. This is why I am so excited about tomorrow.
Friday afternoon, I will be in a plane headed to Puerto Rico, where I am scheduled to meet another flight destined for Tortola, in the British Virgin Islands. I haven't taken a totally hedonistic vacation in at least a decade, so I'm looking forward to nine days of uncomplicated beachside leisure. Plans include: staring at things underwater, listening to foam hiss at the edge of the waves, eating strange fish, reading things, writing on paper, listening to the Bach 'cello suites (thanks, Andrew!), and spending every sun-addled minute with my girlfriend. Most importantly, I will be separated by the entire North American continent from my laptop and broadband connection--I'm sure I don't have to elaborate on why that's a good thing.
When I get back, two Mondays from now, I'll have plenty to say about Arthur Chi'en, my camera, t-shirts, the New York Post, food I recently ate, and the virtues of dance music's commercial decline. I am loving this right now, but I'll love it even more once I've gotten some sand in my eyes. Be nice.
Posted by tangentialist at May 27, 2005 01:03 AM | more tangentialism
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