![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shannon_aI'm talking to the wife on Skype like I have every evening since I've been in New York. I even read her a bit of our read-aloud book, The Aeronaut's Windlass.
But as I do, I'm fading quickly. It's been a long four days.
13 hours earlier.
It's another night of bad sleep, or rather another night when I wasn't able to fall asleep for over an hour. Apparently I slept easily on Friday because I was so tired, and now after a day to bounce back, my body insists I'm still on Pacific Time again.
Chris and I make it out the door a little later than we did yesterday, which was a little later than Friday.
The design shop is exhausting.
That's largely because I have a constant series of tasks. I need to capture some of the work from yesterday. Then I need to scribe a talk. Then I need to store that data I was capturing. Then there's a paper I want to help on. Then I'm asked to give comments on another paper. Then there's more scribing to do.
I also talk to several different people, distracting me from my work. But they're good talks.
I'm of two minds on the way the workshop's being led. I find it too chaotic, but it does a good job of bowing to what the participants want. I get frustrated by it at one point, but at the end I think it could have the potential to produce good results.
The proof is going to be in the pudding. I feel like we have less final content than we did at the end of the previous design workshop. But maybe there's more enthusiasm to complete that work out-of-band? The next few weeks will tell the story.
And then I walk home one more time.
I walk the pedestrian-only blocks of Broadway, and they're mass chaos too. Tons of people. Street performers in furry costumes. Neon signs. vendors. Everything you would expect.
And I find the heart of Times Square this time. There is a little open space, basically a wide sidewalk where Broadway crosses 7th at a very acute angle (with Broadway briefly turning into that sidewalk). It's maybe not as crazy as those blocks of Broadway, but there are certainly huge displays everywhere.
It's all a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
Right at Times Square there's a big vendor that sells Broadway tickets for that night at half-price. I see Finding Neverland which I would have liked to see is showing in 40 minutes and I could get tickets for half-price. I'm very tempted, but I'm so very tired that I decide I just wouldn't enjoy it.
And might even fall asleep.
I walk Broadway all the way to the corner of Central Park, and it's uneventful other than a trip into a three-story M&M story. It mostly has crap like M&M pillows. I imagine they must be chocolate scented. There aren't even any bags of M&Ms, just big M&M feeders offering milk chocolate M&Ms in weird colors. What a waste. It's all vastly overpriced (like $12.99 a pound for Chewbacca colored M&Ms), so I leave after a tour all the way up and down.
Then I walk through Central Park, taking a different route than last time. I gaze at the Sheep Meadow. I take Bow Bridge over The Lake. I Ramble. I wish Belvedere Castle were open.
Then I make the long east walk home.
A bagel sandwich comes with me up to the apartment.
After eating, I call Kimberly. We talk. I read. I fade.
Now it's time to rest up, because I have one day to see the whole city.
But as I do, I'm fading quickly. It's been a long four days.
13 hours earlier.
It's another night of bad sleep, or rather another night when I wasn't able to fall asleep for over an hour. Apparently I slept easily on Friday because I was so tired, and now after a day to bounce back, my body insists I'm still on Pacific Time again.
Chris and I make it out the door a little later than we did yesterday, which was a little later than Friday.
The design shop is exhausting.
That's largely because I have a constant series of tasks. I need to capture some of the work from yesterday. Then I need to scribe a talk. Then I need to store that data I was capturing. Then there's a paper I want to help on. Then I'm asked to give comments on another paper. Then there's more scribing to do.
I also talk to several different people, distracting me from my work. But they're good talks.
I'm of two minds on the way the workshop's being led. I find it too chaotic, but it does a good job of bowing to what the participants want. I get frustrated by it at one point, but at the end I think it could have the potential to produce good results.
The proof is going to be in the pudding. I feel like we have less final content than we did at the end of the previous design workshop. But maybe there's more enthusiasm to complete that work out-of-band? The next few weeks will tell the story.
And then I walk home one more time.
I walk the pedestrian-only blocks of Broadway, and they're mass chaos too. Tons of people. Street performers in furry costumes. Neon signs. vendors. Everything you would expect.
And I find the heart of Times Square this time. There is a little open space, basically a wide sidewalk where Broadway crosses 7th at a very acute angle (with Broadway briefly turning into that sidewalk). It's maybe not as crazy as those blocks of Broadway, but there are certainly huge displays everywhere.
It's all a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
Right at Times Square there's a big vendor that sells Broadway tickets for that night at half-price. I see Finding Neverland which I would have liked to see is showing in 40 minutes and I could get tickets for half-price. I'm very tempted, but I'm so very tired that I decide I just wouldn't enjoy it.
And might even fall asleep.
I walk Broadway all the way to the corner of Central Park, and it's uneventful other than a trip into a three-story M&M story. It mostly has crap like M&M pillows. I imagine they must be chocolate scented. There aren't even any bags of M&Ms, just big M&M feeders offering milk chocolate M&Ms in weird colors. What a waste. It's all vastly overpriced (like $12.99 a pound for Chewbacca colored M&Ms), so I leave after a tour all the way up and down.
Then I walk through Central Park, taking a different route than last time. I gaze at the Sheep Meadow. I take Bow Bridge over The Lake. I Ramble. I wish Belvedere Castle were open.
Then I make the long east walk home.
A bagel sandwich comes with me up to the apartment.
After eating, I call Kimberly. We talk. I read. I fade.
Now it's time to rest up, because I have one day to see the whole city.