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Sunday, October 27, 2002
Flying off 
| | This will probably be the last post before we get back tomorrow. I'll catch the remaining innings of the World Series then hit the sack. We get up at 4:45. |
| | The game has been painful to watch. Why did Dusty leave Levan Hernandez on the mound with the bases loaded, when he was obviously sucking wind big time? Arg. |
Port of recall
| | We stayed in the Lago Mar last year and liked it so much we had to come back and spend a night this year, even though there's no high speed Internet service like they have over at the Marriott. But then, the Marriott has no personality, and the Lago Mar has nothing but. |
| | The hotel is an anomalous anachronism. A throwback to a better time in the hospitality trade. It's a family owned place surrounded by anonymous high rise condo hives, but with perfect ocean frontage of its own, plus two pools under palms that are perfect for kids or just a nice dip. There's a 20x20 foot chess board with pieces about the size of a seven-year-old. The service is genuinely warm and friendly. It even features an old-fashioned soda fountain type snack bar. It's just a real nice place. |
| | Riverwalk is a park by the river that runs through downtown Ft. Lauderdale. The performing arts center is a main attraction there. So is the science museum (we caught the last half hour it was open, and it wasn't enough). There are a bunch of restaurants, all of which seem to be good (we ate at a tapas place we'd give three stars... forget the name, though). |
| | But the star attraction is the new (June 2001) fountain, which puts on a fabulous show at 7:00 every night. Better than the show, however, is the fact that all four parts of the fountain, which are arranged like rings around a bulls eye, can be manipulated by visitors holding their hands at different heights over a hole. It's kind of weird, but very addictive and lots of fun. |
| | I'd show pictures, but I'm on dial-up. Maybe after I get back. |
On the land again
| | Our disembarkation number is being called, I think. Later... |
Homegland security
| | Just as sixth-century Romans abandoned their city when the aqueducts were cut, Americans seem to be abandoning essential parts of the democratic civic culture that developed during the past two centuries. This appalling turn of events is certainly evident in the material features of public buildings and grounds. A visit to Washington, D.C., shows the place transformed by ever-present ugly cement barriers, recurring security place transformed by ever-present ugly cement barriers, recurring security searches and ubiquitous surveillance cameras. The city has been redefined as capital of Homeland, a strange new country where once-cherished freedoms of thought, expression and movement are regarded as luxuries too dangerous to afford. |
Now hear these
| | Moxie sez she & Dawn are gonna be on the radio (or were, on Thursday). Gotta look into that after I get back. Meanwhile, here's Dawn on the matter. |
Circles
| | Here's Tom Coates on the gravitational relationships between blogs in space, and what it means (or might mean) to be linked by people with whom you disagree about stuff. |
Monkey business
| | I pass the smoke-filled bar where ESPN is showing Game Six on two bigass projection TVs, and the Giants are up 5-zip in the 7th. Later in my room I tune in WBAL/1090 to hear the end of the series, and the Angels are up 6-5. I think, wtf? |
Landings
| | Almost back to Ft. Lauderdale. Our bags are already packed and headed down to the luggage deck, where they'll meet us at Customs in the morning. We'll tarry in town with friends for the next few hours, then fly home Monday morning. It'll be a long day. Ft. Lauderdale to Chicago to L.A., then a 1.5 hour drive (if there's no traffic) from LAX to Santa Barbara. |
| | Got a bit sunburned today. Also made a goofy move while jumping into a pool afterwards, hitting a kid on the head with my shoulder. The kid was big and sturdy and more shocked than hurt. In a couple minutes he was fine. My shoulder meanwhile hurts like hell. You're never too old to do something childish and stupid, as my six-year old has been telling me over and over ever since. |
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